Today, I woke up with the silly thought in my head, “take some photos for June’s first birthday!” OK! Ryan was my little assistant, and we headed over to take some amateur photos in G&G Grape’s pasture. Please keep in mind, I am no photographer, and I do not have a camera, only and iphone. This was just for fun! I can’t wait to do the real thing next week when Jami comes to town!
How perfect of a picture is this? Joe, his boys, and Pearl. Paxton and Dawson make their grandpa proud in so many ways, getting down and dirty is just one of them. They have been there every day, moving rocks, digging, and planting trees for the orchard. Oh the joys of boyhood.
Last Friday was Bunco. This thing called "Bunco" pretty much saves my life every month. Healthy doses of laughter, girl time, and un healthy doses of baked goods makes my life normal! Oh how I love my Bunco girls! They crack me up. Kirra, pay back is a bitch. That is all I have to say about that!
Saturday morning brought many fun vintage finds. All of which were for June. Go figure. Kirra and I got up at the ass-crack of dawn to go see Jayme at Fleatittude, and boy was it worth it! SO! MUCH! FUN!!!!
I found this vintage high chair! For $20!!!!! WHAT?! That is practically stealing!!!!!! This will be perfect for June's birthday and birthday photo shoot!
I also found this little Adirondack porch chair for June. It was (cough) $15!!!!!!!!!! Also vintages, super fabulous, and she LOVES it! Score 1 for Mom!
After getting home from Fleatittude I was hooked. My G&G Probst have 3 barns chuck FULL of vintage things. I had to go searching! How cute is this vintage washer?! I think mine is only 3 years newer than the one in the picture. No joke.
My uncle's cow had triplets!!!!! Crazy huh! I guess you have greater odds in getting a hole in one, than to have a cow that births triplets! They are like dogs. Seriously. They are super spoiled so they are very normalized and will follow you around the barn waiting for you to pet them. All boys, all sooo cute. I didn’t get a picture because by the time I got done petting all of them, my hands were covered in cow shit. That is also not a joke. This however is a super cute white cow. If they didn't have diarrhea all the time, I would consider keeping one as a non-edible pet!
Also, side note, I found this chair in my shed. Random, but it matches my front door perfectly!
I leave you with this note: my kid is the cutest, most fun, funniest kid ever! (HOLD UP, other mothers, I know you feel the same about your child. Don’t take offence; this is just my super jaded opinion.) She cracks me up all day with her random blurts of "PUPPY!" or "GARY!" I love her little personality so much. Something tells me it won't be little for long!
P.S. She is walking. Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, and hide yo husbands.
This last Sunday, March 31st, was June’s first Easter! I think we can call it a success! She seemed pretty excited to get her Mickey to go with her Minnie. When Ryan put her down for her first nap that day, he said she seemed pretty confused but excited seeing both Mickey and Minnie together! I LOVE that my kid loves Disney! It makes me heart happy! I CANNOT wait to take her to Disneyland! 
The Easter bunny also brought a summer dress and Easter dress. Yes, there is always a costume change on all major holidays! Her Easter dress was GEORGEOUS! It came from baby Gap and it was so beautiful it could easily be a blessing dress! I LOVED it!
(w/o the cardigan)
(full outfit, she refused to pose)
The summer dress was from Gymboree! Just super fun, and summery! I love that she is tiny too, she can wear it all summer long!
Pretty great day! The Easter bunny hid eggs… but that wasn’t very interesting. Oh well, maybe next year!
I can’t wait till next year, when June can carry a purse and wear a little sun hat… ohhhh the joys of dressing a doll girl!
Let’s face it, I super suck at blogging. I want to do better, I try to do better, but I haven’t been better. I have never kept a journal/diary. Ever. All you young women’s leaders probably just died a little inside. Can’t tell me nothing. I prefer pictures. That’s most likely why I am an Instawhore. Oh well. I recently came across this amazing little journal (Thank ya Jami Leavitt). I loved the idea, and although I am too cheap to make the purchase, I think I'll give it a try. In the blog-o-sphere of course. Because I’m fairly certain that no one reads this, and I can never lose it.
Materialist people drive me cray-cray. I get it, you have money, you like things. You prefer feeling your voids with monetary notions. Good luck with that.
I have super-duper spring fever. Lets call it Spring-pneumonia. I die a little inside when the weather report tells me it’s not 65* outside.
I may have a green thumb. 
Disneyland. How can I put this into words without looking like a complete freak. I need to go. Like bad. I spend a good part of my day researching flights (I refuse to drive with a small child, ain’t nobody got time for that), hotels, and tickets. Here’s the thing, Ryan hates it. ha. So that’s a battle I’ve yet to win, but I’m hoping June will soon back me. I need a good backer.
I’ve got a handful of great besties. I could literally hold them in my hand because they are all so freakin’ small it sickens me (when is it not ok to blame your excessive weight on your baby? 4-6 years?). They make me laugh so hard, sometimes I think something's wrong. That, or I look like a lunatic laughing hysterically at my phone. You know who you are, and what you stand for. Had to throw that last part in there.
I leave you with this thought; why can’t Wasatch county provide a splash pad? Ponder that.
Hope you enjoyed my line-a-days, or something like that. Until there is something worth blogging about, so long!
Last Friday, Ryan, June, and I pilled up in the car, and headed out of town for an all night road trip to visit my family in Phoenix. We left and 4:30 pm, and didn't get to Clint's and Calli’s house until 5 am. Naturally June slept through the entire ride, which was amazing until we got to Gilbert with no sleep, and a ready-to-go child.
After much debate as to how we were going to function that day, we saddled up and went to the Renaissance festival. If you are in to people watching, this is the ultimate! People dressed as fairies, kings, nights, wenches, trekies, basically
anything Fantasy/sci-fi is on display. It is intense. If you aren’t comfortable with being surrounded by different folks, this isn't for you.
We get a great laugh, and enjoy the giant turkey legs, and oddities the festival entails. That night we played some games and caught up on all the Probst sibling fun!
Sunday we headed over to Hohokam park to watch the Chicago Cubs. 
It was a great trip! Probably one of the last ones down to PHX, with everyone moving on! We will just have to make Disneyland our annual trip ;o)
Thursday, May 3rd was the day I started labor. I didn't know I was having contractions all day, but had felt a couple bad ones. I was told these are pretty typical, took a tylenol and went about my day.
When Ryan and I got home from work, we went right to work on our kitchen floor. Our house was a wreck, we had been trying to put new floors in out dining room and kitchen for weeks! Around 9 we called it a night. after taking my nightly bath, (ritual since I was 4) I was craving another piece of vegetable lasagna. So in my towel, I made my way to the kitchen, maneuvering over puppy gates and tools to get to our disaster of a kitchen. with lasagna in hand, I stepped over the puppy gate to get to the living room. Thats when it happened... I peed my pants. Wait nope, I wasn't peeing, it was clear, and a lot. I was soaking the carpet, whoops. I then yelled to ryan something about how I thought my water broke. He ran inside from taking the dogs out and look at my legs. He was convinced I had just peed my pants when another gush came running down my legs. At that moment I had two options, freak out (i was 35 weeks, my house was a construction zone, I had nothing, hadn't had a single baby shower, nesting HAD NOT kicked in, I still very much considered my dogs my babies, I had a baby shower in the morning, I hadn't got my strep results back) or to go with the flow. Literally. I guess I was out if my mind because I chose to go with flow.
I called the dr, explained my water had broke while ryan was running around trying to pack a go bag. I then called my parents (while standing in the tub due to my enormous amount of fluid) who had just gotten to phoenix the previous day to watch my brother graduate. My dad freaked out. Flipped. I tried to calm him down, finally stating something to the fact of "I can't do anything now, I'm going to enjoy it!". Seriously, this is not like me at all. After getting off the phone, I stuck a diaper in between my legs so I wouldn't soak through my pants, hopped in the car and took off for park city.
When we got there, it was around 11, I checked in, the checked me. I was barely a 1 & 20%. They then did an ultra sound to see where June was. Sure enough she was face down, in my pelvis ready to go. They then told me they couldn't deliver me there, I had to go to the U because I was preterm, and since my water had broke I had to be hooked up to a drip. Oh, and I had to go in the ambulance. Stupid but ok.
We got to the U around 1am friday the 4th. They checked me in, checked me again, 2 & 40%. They did another ultra sound to see June again and to try and measure her. The dr guessed around 6.5lbs. They gave me cidotec and told me to sleep. I slept-ish ok. I was nevis and excited! although I was having regular contractions between 5 & 2 minutes apart, I couldn't feel them. They checked me again around 7am, I was a 4 & 80%. Another cidotec and rest. I was doing good until around noon, then the contractions started hurting. Around 3 I received my epidural (heaven) and was loving life again. They then gave me some pitocin to hurry to bug up.
Mine and Ryans parents showed up at the same time, around 7. By this time I could feel low contraction pressure. I was just waiting to be checked again. finally about 8:30 my mom grabbed one of my amazing nurses and asked her to check me. She checked me, turned to Ryan and said "lets have a baby", to which Ryan said "no shit!" in astonishment.
The nurse came in to prep everything, we were joking the entire time, it was so much fun. The dr came in and told me to my next contraction. So one push, a laugh, and another push June was here. I wanted to hold her right away, but since she was preterm they took her over to be tested and evaluated by the pediatricians and respiratory specialists. I got to watch a little as they looked her over, then handed her to Ryan to hand her to me. She was/is perfect. No cone head, chubby cheeks, and lots of long dark hair. Best moment of my life, bar-none. June Bonner was born May 4th, 2012 at 8:55pm weighing 6.3lbs and 19 inches long. Best day ever.
Oh the joys of pregnancy. I feel as if this little angel of a baby is sucking the life out of me day by day, which I am ok with as long as there is still enough life to function on a daily basis. Officially (which is very unofficial for the flakiness of a due date), there are only 31 days until the little miss arrives. Something tells me that she will be as stubborn as a Bonner/Probst (HORRIBLE stubborn combo BTW) and come when only she wants, and from all the horror stories I have heard about induction, I am A-O-K with that! Well, unless of course I go over more than 10 days, then Mama calls the shots!
What I have gathered from this miraculous 9 month production we call “life” is that LynDee Bonner’s body doesn’t do well. Morning sickness, severe rhinitis, asthma, pneumonia, puppp, bleeding, and the nightly average sleep of 2 hours is what I have been able to experience. Every time something else would crop-up with my health, I would always get the “I don’t think I will knock you up again” statement from a concerned Ryan T. And until the last few days I have been ok with that statement. What I have figured is that someone above (the man upstairs), knows what's going on, and what I would like to think, has taken a considerable amount of energy and time to persuade me to learn patience, tolerance, and that life does go on, no matter how many mental break-downs you can have in one day. I’d like to think that those horrible days I would spend 7+ hours in the tub, or days with constant sinus headache, have allowed me to understand that “this too shall pass”, and from what I hear, what is on the receiving end is well worth it.
Some would say (Ryan especially), that I was crazy if I told you I am going to miss being pregnant. Especially since pregnancy and I are somewhat enemies. But, I am going to miss being pregnant! The statement “I can’t wait to be done” has quickly turned into “I am no ready to be done”. Not because I am scared for it to be real, or the reality of parenthood, but I thoroughly enjoy knowing where my little lady is all the time. I love it when she kicks me simultaneously in the rib AND the pelvis at the same time (soooo hoping she has Ryan's long skinny legs). I love knowing she is warm, happy, and healthy at all times. Even when she gets her little hiccups, and continues to have them for hours on end, I find myself giggling, and feeling slightly bad for her, wishing I could make them stop. No one loves the hiccups, no one. I am going to miss feeling her everyday and night, but being able to hold her will be amazing. Time goes too fast.
I am only afraid of how much more it will continue to pass as she is here, and growing. I joke that I will be “that” parent who knocks their child down when they learn to walk, because they are so selfish, they don’t want their baby to grow up. Don’t call DCFS on me, ok?! I really won’t do that… when people are watching. Sometimes I wish life were a DVR, that I could simple press pause, get a snack, go potty, take a breath, and press play only when I am ready.
In the end, my mortal enemy “pregnancy”, has become my favorite things. President Monson says “Let us relish life as we live it, find joy in the journey, and share our love with friends and family. One day each of us will run out of tomorrows.” With only 30 more tomorrows, I am going to thoroughly enjoy the rest of this journey.
