Happy Magic Birthday Easton!!!

Tomorrow is Easton's magic birthday. He turns 6 on the 6th! I can't believe he is 6 already. Every year on his birthday I get quite nostalgic. It was conference weekend (obviously since his birthday is on such a great day) and the ultrasound said he would be here on the 5th. Well, on April 5th we were in labor! I was having consistent, strong contractions, and apparently the rest of St. George was also. When we arrived to the nurses' station they were not all that friendly. I was told to put a gown on and they said I was at a 4 plus. Fabulous right? Wrong. They didn't have a room available to monitor me and they wouldn't admit me until they were able to do so. I was told to go wait...in my hospital gown...in the waiting room! Ugh! I was pretty okay because I knew as strong as my contractions were it wouldn't be long and thus I could escape to much embarrassment. 8 hours later after they had monitored me in some supply room I was sent home at a 4 1/2. No joke! I was devastated. They put my doctor on the phone to explain the situation to me, what that was going to help I don't know. As soon as I left the contractions stopped and I arrived back home extremely frustrated. The next morning, Mat's sister's came to pick up Bailey and Caleb because my contractions started again. After they left with the kids I was curling my hair and was almost ready to go. Then...I threw up! Not just a little...a lot! Of course then the contractions slowed. By this point I deemed that the baby boy inside me was dang stubborn (call it mother's intuition). I told Mat after my 2nd shower that I was going to lay down. As soon as I relaxed the phone rang. My hero, Dr. Staheli called informing us that he was leaving out of town for the day and didn't want me to go into labor without him there and He wondered if I could meet him at his clinic to be checked before he left. This was around 9:30 on conference Sunday. The Dr's sweet wife waited in the stairwell and I was all too happy to say that I was at a 5 and the hospital would admit me if I went directly there. By the time we drove the 3 blocks and were admitted I was at a 7 1/2. Easton was born 1 hour later. I guess he had finally made up his mind! We love Easton so much and feel very blessed to have his spunk in our house. He is one of the most difficult kids ever but also one of the sweetest. Just today Mat went into the backyard looking for him and there he was kneeling in prayer. Mat said he looked a little sheepish and Mat asked what he had been praying for and Easton just said he was thanking Heavenly Father for our nice house and our fun backyard. Happy Birthday Easton, we love you!

This is a picture of Easton's birthday cake. We had a party for him on Friday. It isn't one of "Aunt Amber's" cakes, but he liked it and I had fun making it for him.

This is Easton with the "Chief" that came and told the kids stories. They were all mesmerized. It was too fun.
It was really crummy weather for the birthday party. The boys didn't get a chance to ride the "Indian horse" or do some of the other outside activities we had planned, but we did have a lapse in the rain long enough to get some photos by the tee pee.