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Well my mom's blog has a lot of pictures of Henry on it. She steals the photos so I'm going to send anyone interested in seeing the little guy to her site. He's quite fun to look at in my opinion.

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Henry...that's his name

So IT happened: Team Williams is now Three Williams. Three Cheers, right! Here's some pictures from the Birthing Day 11-6-08

This is Henry's mom before she gave birth to the coolest baby ever. She had a crazy time giving birth. Lots of crying and asking for more drugs. Lots of people having to cheer her on while crying and asking for more drugs. It took almost two hours to stitch her up after Henry finally came out. This is Henry, or Hal. He was a tenth of an ounce away from nine pounds. 9! Nine. Niner.

Big, beautiful baby boy.

This is Hal with his dad. They are both the handsomest kids that have ever set foot in the S. Birth Center. Willy is very good at EVERYTHING that involves taking care of the baby. These fellas are two peas in a pod.

Baby, get out of my belly -like now!

So I got this great doctor named Michelle. She agreed to induce on Thursday so that Matt could spend a few days with the little guy. This makes us happy. So if it doesn't happen before then, we will officially be parents by Thursday night -probably right before The Office and 30 Rock. We will announce his name as soon as we figure out what to name him, deal.

Good luck to the former babies: Obama and McCain and their race for presidency. I hope the right former baby is choosen.

"If a baby were president, there would be no taxes, there would be no war. There would be no government, and things could get terrible. It actually, probably - it would be a better screenplay idea than a serious suggestion." -Michael from THE OFFICE

LAZY blog

As ya'll who visit this blog have already figured out, I am a lazy blogger. Lazy, Lazy, Lazy. Anyways, here's a fun little update.

This is Willy with a cup of water that came from his shower/sink on the island. Hurricane Omar hit just north of Dominica this past week. They closed the school down for one day because of the flooding and heavy rains. Willy spent the whole day at school since the power went out at our place. No lights, no tv, and brown water. Mmmmm -love that brown water.
This is me and the belly. Me-oh-my, we have both grown in the past month or two. I should be ready to pop soon. The baby still has no name. Poor Baby No Name Williams. There are a few names that Matt and I both like, but nothing is stickin'. Suggestions are always welcomed.
Well, this lazy blogger has come to the end of the post. Until next time....adieu.

Oregon a-go-go

Oregon a-go-go? That doesn't even mean anything.

Well folks, sorry its been awhile since Willy and I have posted. Things have changed a lot since July. Long story short - Second Semester of medical school is done. I stayed busy in August working at the after school program while Matt studied his brains out.

On our way back home, we got to stop in Newark for a layover. It was really fun going to the New York City for a day. Highlight of the city: Brooke, Peter and their coolness. We really appreciated them coming to meet us in Central Park.

After our flight home, we just spent a fantastic two weeks in Utah bumming around Matt's parents house. The whole two weeks I was in denial about having to part ways from my husband-ban-beano for more than a month. Yesterday I flew to Oregon to live with my mom and Willy left for the island again. While we're apart, we promised each other we will only casually date other people until we reunite (just kidding, relax people -I'm pregnant and Matt has a bad back. Nobody will want to date us).
Things in Oregon have been quite tame. I play spider solitaire, hang out with the Mommacita, read, watch t.v. - no big whoop. Well, that's it for now. More to come later....
(I tried to post some pictures, but the internet kept shutting down.)

So here's a few fun pictures of a branch activity we had on Saturday. It was at a local nursing home in Portsmouth, Dominica. We brought some hygiene kits from the LDS Humanitarian Center and some enthusiastic primary kids to sing some songs. There were a few children I could tell were NOT thrilled to be in a nursing home (kinda like I was at that age), but most of them did an excellent job talking to the "grandma's and grandpa's".

Our little primary singers.
Unlike in america where we lock up our 'old people' and put them in diapers, in Dominica, most of the older generation are cared for by their children. So this nursing home only had around 12 residents. They have the most centenarians (not to be confused with centurians -which I did until my poor husband had to correct me...um embarrassing!!) per captia in the world.

Here's a picture of Team Williams...looking quite haggard, in our opinion. Its a look we're getting use to pulling off day after day with a few 'pretty' days in between. At least it is better than a picture of a scar and a bruised bottom, yes?

Scars, Bumps, and Bruises

Hey everybody, we got some pictures here for ya. They're not pretty, although they are pretty interesting. Sorry if any of these pictures are too graphic. Its been a graphic week.

Up first is Willy's freshly exposed scar. Its not big, but it packs a punch. It's on his lower back and only about a inch and a half long. He's been following doctor's orders and keeping his activity to a minimum. Lots of lying down, no twisting, no bending, no tennis. Despite his banishment from sports, he still wants a new tennis racket and some running shoes for his birthday.

Oh, here it is: the first actual picture of my belly's belly. Not too shabby for 24 weeks.
Okay, this is a doosie. What you are looking at is my right cheek, as in my bottom. This is the worst bruise I've had since I was 15 years old. On Tuesday I went to my friend Chelsie's to plan our ESL class. She lives on the third floor and it had been raining all day. The stairs to her place are tiled with the most SLIPPERY tile in the universe. I was being very very careful going to and from her apartment, but ZING and THONK, THUNK, THUNK, THUNK, THUNK. I fell down at least five stairs on my cushioned rump. No one was around and I didn't scream or anything - I just pathetically hobbled home in the quietness of the rain, thinking 'that's gonna leave a mark'. And it did. Poor me.