A surprise, then another surprise, then the reason our three year old son will need years of therapy

After Trevor and Sariah drove away to begin their new life together, we started with the clean up of the reception.
My boys were all carrying the wedding gifts out to our van (we were bringing them to our house to store them until they returned from their honeymoon) My visiting teachers were in the kitchen washing all of the plastic ware, and I was wiping down the plastic tablecloths on the tables then folding them up to be used again.
Trevor's mother came up to me and asked me what I was doing. I told her that the Relief Society would love to use these tablecloths for their Christmas dinner or the Birthday Social. She rolled her eyes and told me that we should just throw them away because that's why they're called disposable and that she was sure that my ward Relief Society could spring for a few new ones if they needed them. I started to tell her that she didn't have a very frugal attitude when she grabbed the stack of tablecloths and wadded them up, I reached over to get them from her and BAM! I had a huge contraction.
I doubled over in pain. I must have scared her because she came over to hold me up, then it happened. My water broke. All over her new custom-dyed-to-match-her-dress shoes.
I wasn't sure which one of us was more surprised. I still had several weeks until my due date, and I always went past my due date.
Trevor's mother screamed, which caused everyone to come running into the cultural hall to see what was going on. I started to tell LaMar that my water had just broken (strange that I felt the need to mention that as at this point it was pretty obvious) when I was hit with another contraction.
After being present for the birth of most of our children he recognized what was going on and told one of the boys to bring the car around to the front door of the church.
I really wish he would have specified that he wanted one of our boys who actually had their driver's license to bring the car around. Oh well, I guess that's why we have car insurance.

LaMar held onto me until the contraction stopped then tried to help me walk to the door. He asked me if I'd had any other contractions today and I informed him that I had been having them all day. It was only then that I realized that they had been getting closer all night. I guess I was just so busy with the wedding that I didn't want to admit that I was having that many, but I wasn't worried because I always go past my due date and........
BAM!
I had another contraction. I told LaMar that we weren't going to make it to the hospital, in fact, I didn't think we were going to make it to the car!
We were right next to the Relief Society room, so LaMar helped me inside.
By now, quite a crowd had gathered. I heard Trevor's dad tell Trevor's mom to go inside and help me. She said "What in the world do you think I would do?" and he said "You're a woman, you should know what to do!" And she screamed back at him "Our kids were born C-Section you ninny! I have no clue how to help her!"
She came walking in anyway, still carrying the wad of plastic tablecloths. By then, all the ladies from the kitchen had heard the commotion and came in to see what was going on.
All I could say was "Baby! Now!" It was time to push. I was rather befuddled as none of my labors had ever progressed this quickly before.
One of my visiting teachers grabbed the tablecloths and laid them under me on the floor. I heard someone calling for an ambulance on their cell phone.
The next thing I knew, a sweet lady came in and said that she was a retired midwife and could she help? I had been through this many times before, but I will say that it was certainly a blessing that she was there.
Now, I won't get into all of the details here, but all I will say is that this was the fastest I had ever delivered a baby. Someone had grabbed a set of towels from the wedding gifts and Jo the midwife wrapped up the baby when he was born, and handed him to me.
Right then, we heard a small voice say "Wow mom! That was cool! Can you do that again!" we turned to look at three year old Mosiah standing in the doorway. I guess he saw the whole thing. Jo looked at Mosiah, and said "She's a beautiful baby! Your mom a great job!"
I looked down at our sweet little baby Sam and it took me a moment for her words to sink in.
"Um, no" I told her, He's a boy.
Jo laughed and said that most boys she delivered had.............well, you know what they have, and that she was most definitely a girl.

I took a peek myself, and sure enough, no boy parts.
I said "HOLY CRAP LAMAR! HE'S A GIRL!"
Just then, I heard the ambulance drive into the church parking lot. This was a good thing because LaMar had turned pale and looked as if he was about to faint. This whole thing was such a shock to him. Not the fact that the baby was a girl, but this was the first time he had heard me use that strong of language. (and in the church, no less!)
I was feeling great and just wanted to take the baby and go home, but the paramedics strongly suggested that we go to the hospital to get checked out and so I relented and LaMar rode with me and the baby in the ambulance. I will admit that it was kind of nice not to have to finish helping with the clean up of the wedding.
After the boys all got to meet their new sister, we left to go to the hospital.
On the way LaMar pointed out that we couldn't very well name our new daughter Sam and I agreed. We finally came up with a name we agreed on, and after an overnight stay at the hospital, we brought home our sweet little Emma Eve Pearson.

Lost him again!

Well, I spoke too soon. We lost Mosiah again yesterday.
I guess we didn't really lose him, it was more like he escaped.
Early yesterday morning as I was making nutritious lunches for all of the boys to take to school, Mosiah got out of the house. We do have an alarm system which will sound an alarm whenever someone opens any of the doors, but it looks like someone (LaMar) forgot to turn it on last night.
Anyway, from what we can tell, Mosiah escaped the house and went over to the neighbors house. He climbed in through the dog door and got into their pantry, eating half a package of Oreos, a bunch of captain crunch and a few dog biscuits.
He then got into their refrigerator where he managed to open a can of Pepsi and drank most of it.

When our neighbor Tammy got home from the gym, she found Mosiah patiently sitting on the toilet waiting for someone to come and wipe him.
Naturally, by then, we were looking frantically all over the house for him, so I was so grateful to see her carrying him across our lawn to the front door.
At least it wasn't as embarrassing as last summer when he got out of the house, went down to the neighborhood park and took off his clothes.
That time, a police officer rang every doorbell on the street trying to find where he belonged.

Yesterday, due to all of the sugar he had eaten and the caffeine in the Pepsi (It was STRAIGHT PEPSI! It wasn't even diet!) Mosiah was much more energetic than usual.
I needed to go vote, and I took Mosiah and Alma with me. People were so kind, they were practically begging me to go to the front of the line.

Now for the update on the wedding plans. Trevor's mom continues to be a huge, obnoxious, pain in the but bit concerned with the reception. She called me today and expressed her concerns that the reception wouldn't be "classy" enough. (That isn't exactly what she said, but it was what she meant.)
So I called Sister Jensen in the ward and asked her if we could borrow her chocolate fountain. As far as I'm concerned, a chocolate fountain is about as fancy as you can get!
Now we just need to figure out what we can get to dip in the fountain. Any suggestions?

I wonder how well Jell-O jigglers would work with the chocolate fountain?

Tonight, Sariah and Trevor are coming over to help finish and address the invitations and finalize all of the wedding plans.
For dinner I'm making the raspberry Jell-O salad with pretzels in the bottom.

Nothing good ever happens when we leave Happy Valley......

Yesterday, Sariah came over and we went into Sandy to look for bridesmaid dresses.
Against my better judgement, we went to the mall. LaMar hadn't made it home from work yet, so I had several of the younger boys with us. I forget how many.
We went to a store at the end of the mall and Sariah found the exact dress that she wanted for her bridesmaids. It was lovely, and more modest that I thought we might find in Salt Lake.
As we were putting the dresses on hold for her friends to come and try on, I realized that I didn't see Mosiah.
We looked all through the clothes racks and the dressing rooms, because he loves to play in those, and he wasn't there.
We looked out in the mall where they have the little kiddie rides, he wasn't there either, we looked all over in the immediate area, and he was gone!
Naturally at that point, I panicked and the girl working at the bridal shop called mall security.
They started looking too. We went upstairs because Mosiah is obsessed with escalators and will ride them all day if he could.
He wasn't at the food court by the merry go round.
He wasn't at the toy store.
He wasn't anywhere!!!!

Then I got a call on my cell phone from mall security.
They found him!!

He had made his way down the mall and was playing in the display window of Victoria's Secret.

I knew we shouldn't have left Utah County.