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This happens every time I need to get an IV, or have a lot of blood taken: It's not the nurse's fault. I am incredibly white, especially the underside of my arms, so really my veins do look great. You can pretty much see all of them. Usually when someone has super visible veins it means they are nice and strong and easily poked. But my veins are dirty little liars. They are weak and small and flimsy. I know the nurse is trying to save me from having an annoying and more painful IV in my hand, but it just can't happen. Although, this last time, when I was in the hospital having McGirlie, the nurse believed me and just put the IV in my hand on the first poke. That was nice! (And by nice I mean I immediately started pestering people about exactly how soon I could get the IV taken out.) But at least there were no extra pokes! Meanwhile, Bryce never ever has this problem, ever. Lucky!

So Mommy and Daddy brought home this new baby sister for me. She's okay I guess. Kind of noisy and sleepy. She's pretty cute though. Plus, while she is distracting Mommy... I can get away with more stuff, like drinking a whole cup of hot fudge ice cream topping. Thanks baby!

Here's our new squirrel, McGirlie, dreaming about BYU touchdowns this weekend.

Yesterday I had to fight with our internet provider. Dealing with phone support is a special skill that I have. I'm good at it, but I don't like to do it. This is how I imagine the most talented barn-cleaner in the world feels. Phone support is painful because your first contact isn't even human. It is an aggressively friendly female robot, who cannot understand anything I say. I usually just keep pressing 0 until I can escape from this horrible invention. This brings you to the phone-underling: This person cannot help you, (they also might not want to help you because they are confined to a small corral in a sticky chair and they resent your freedom) but in all likelihood they are simply unable to help you because their overlords don't give them any real power. If you are giving money to the company this person is easy to deal with, but if you want money back they are pretty much impossible to deal with. It doesn't matter how reasonable your request is, the underli...

I have a secret affliction. I can explain! It all started about a month ago: This pregnancy has been a lot more rough than my first one. I think part of that is related to chasing around a rambunctious toddler instead of sitting at my cushy desk all day. And the other part is that this new baby seems to be training for some kind of ultimate fighting match. She is especially fond of pummeling the nerve in my right leg. I started having a lot of contractions, and the only cures are: 1. Have a baby or 2. Sit sit sit sit. I did not like it, not one little bit. There is only so much you can do while sitting all the time, and finally I caved and started playing a really stupid game called Candy Crush. Maybe you have heard of it? I had long been annoyed by it constantly spamming me on Facebook, but I started playing anyway. McBaby actually likes the sounds it makes and will sit by me and play when I am playing it, bonus! I am super embarrassed that I play such a mindless time wasting game. I ...

For the past couple of months I have been trying to prepare McBaby for his new sister. He refers to himself as a baby, and even though he can talk and walk, and sleeps in a big boy bed, he really still is a baby. I have been pointing out smaller babies to him. He likes to see other babies, and likes to know if they are a boy or a girl, but this may have caused some confusion. McBaby seems to have decided that: I tried for weeks to explain it. Things seemed to go pretty well. But this Sunday, in church I saw him thinking very hard about the family sitting next to us. I think that he thinks there is a 50/50 chance that we will bring a fun woodland creature home with us in a few weeks, and then we will put bows and dresses on it, and then maybe it will become human sometimes??? He might be disappointed...