The Story

I can't tell my labor story without telling about my birthday (the day before). They go a little hand in hand...sort of. This whole pregnancy I was hoping so badly to have a birthday baby. I must admit...I even prayed and told Heavenly Father that I would love to have a birthday baby, but would understand if it didn't happen when I wanted. Late Sunday night and early into Monday morning, I was having labor pains so I thought for sure baby would be here for my birthday. BUT, labor pains stopped mid morning and I was not happy. I woke up Tuesday morning (my birthday) feeling GREAT! At the very end of pregnancy...you don't want to feel great, you want to go into labor. Ha. But, as I laid in bed, I decided that I was going to have a great day. And I did. Scott got up early and made me crepes, so we enjoyed breakfast as a family and I was happy and okay that labor wasn't making it's beautiful (and yet ugly) appearance this day!

No one actually gets ready before they eat breakfast, do they?

I also got to spend a lot of one-on-one time with this little clown most of the day!

My sister wanted to do something for baby girl #2, but since I already have pretty much all we need, she decided to treat me to some well needed pampering and sent me away to get a pedicure. It was even more perfect because it just happened to be my birthday the day I did it. Don't my toes look lovely? The Pedicure did not disappoint either. I decided that if we ever have the extra money to do stuff like this, I might have to take advantage of it. Not cause I have to have my toes painted, but because it feels so nice!

On Monday, a few of my SIL's and I happened to be online at the same time for a bit. I was expressing my frustrations of having had labor pains the night before but was feeling fine that day. One of the SIL's asked me if I had ever heard of the Prego Pizza

which I hadn't. She mentioned that they were in CA, and we happened to just have the very pizza place nearby that made the Prego Pizza. So, on my birthday (more for fun than anything), we decided to go to Skipolini's. So much fun.

Love this picture of my brother and Dad

Not the greatest picture, but had to get a family picture

The Prego Pizza.

I had to put this picture of my dad because I thought it was awesome

This was really tasty pizza! It has just about every topping and I did not cut any corners. I made no changes whatsoever because I wanted this pizza to work its magic! Funny story while at the restaurant. I had to use the restroom, and while I was gone, the waiter, not on purpose I'm sure, spilled soda on my chair. I sat down and and noticed right away I was wet. I said that something had spilled on my seat and Scott asked if my water broke.

After dinner, we put Ada to bed, Scott made a cake, and while it was cooling down, my dad sent us to a movie. I was still feeling pretty good, so we headed out and saw "MoneyBall"

When we got back, it was just the two of us, Scott frosted the cake, put my candles on, I made a wish (which came true), and we stuffed our faces. I broke one of the candles so no one would really know my age (or maybe Scott accidentally broke it when he pulled it out of the package).

No one was awake to take our picture, so this will do.

Next Morning (5AM)

This was a very familiar routine for me. Off and on for the past couple of weeks, I will wake up usually really early in the morning and have contractions pretty regularly, and then they stop. By 7AM, they were still consistent, not too painful yet, just consistent. By 9AM they were def 4-5 min apart and getting more painful. I walked the treadmill off and on for an hour and was still experiencing contractions. I called my doctor, told them what was happening, and they sent me to the hospital. Maybe it is hindsight, but deep down, I had a feeling that it might be too early, but we still went. When we got there, the nurse checked me and I was dilated to 3cm. She told me to go walk around the hospital for an hour and she would check for progress (which any progress would mean that I stay at the hospital). SO, Scott and I walked, and walked, and walked. Contractions were getting more painful and were still consistent. I thought for sure we would be admitted. NOPE. The nurse checked again and NOTHING. Talk about discouraging. She told me that all of the nurses really liked me and were routing for me to stay. Since it was slow, she told me we could go for another walk, which we did. Another 45 min walk happened...and I had nothing to show for it. No progress. So with tears in my eyes, I was sent home with a light sedative to help me sleep and a prayer in my heart that I would be coming back soon. With Ada it was so easy to know when to go to the hospital because my water broke at home...and there were no contractions.

Once home, I took a long shower, then laid down. I was able to sleep for an hour, but the contractions were still coming and were getting stronger. I decided to walk the treadmill to keep them coming. So walked I did. I am sure I was a pathetic site. I was wearing a skirt and flip flops, my hair was a mess and I am sure I was getting sweaty armpits from the contractions and walking. The nurse told me that I needed to go back to the hospital if I experienced any of the following: Contractions that took my breath away, that I could not speak through, water breaking, or decreased movement of the baby. By 7:00, the contractions were not only causing me to break out in a sweat, I was having a hard time talking, let alone focusing on anything being said to me. By 7:30, we were on our way back. I was praying SO HARD that I would be able to stay. This time rather than walking to the L & D floor, Scott pushed me in a wheelchair. And I forgot to tell Scott this, but while he was getting the chair for me, the security guard started talking to me about how I looked familiar, yadda, yadda...Did he not realize I was in labor? Not to be a jerk or anything, but come on guy, don't talk to me in my condition.

Only one nurse gave me attitude when we got upstairs. She looked at me like I was stupid when I said I was in labor. She sent me to the check up room and there I was told that YES, I had progressed from 3cm to 4 or 5. As soon as the nurse told me I would be staying, I asked if I could have my epidural.

I have decided I will never be one to brave through a delivery without drugs. Just not in my system. Now for those who are not familiar with the epidural process, this is how it works. BEFORE getting the wonderful drug, they have to pump your veins full of fluids to make sure you are hydrated. Well, that HUGE bag of fluid could not empty into my veins fast enough. I tried not to look at it because I didn't want to be disappointed when it hadn't moved. I think I only took 1 thing back with me from a birthing class I went to back in September. During my contractions, I started chanting because I realized that when I was only thinking, "I can't do this without an epidural, what if I run out of time," that was not helping the situation. So, under my breath, every time a contraction came, I would chant, "I can do this, I can do this, I can do this..." Of course I only said it loud enough for me to hear, but Scott could see i was saying something. It helped...a little. FINALLY, the fluids were in my veins and the anesthesiologists arrived. He started telling me about all of the risks involved and I just wanted to tell him I don't care and to give me that pen to sign the paper. Needles don't bother me too bad and I just kept thinking that in no time, the pain would be gone.

Within 2o minutes of getting the epidural, each contraction pain was weakening until it came to the point where I could relax. Heaven. I had been in pain since about 5 that morning, so the sweet relief of the epidural was amazing!
Exhaustion

I was so exhausted and when the nursed checked me right after the numbness kicked in I was already at an 8. I remember thinking, "No need to rush this," but within the hour and a half, I was ready to push. My doctor wasn't there yet and I told the RN that I felt totally comfortable with her delivering my baby. She did too, but told me I could do some practice pushes but if the doc wasn't there yet, I would need to stop. Well, good thing doc showed up shortly after I started pushing because about 15 minutes after, baby Ivy was here! The only true pain I felt after the epidural was during the pushing. Yes, during that time I could almost see everything happening and it wasn't pretty in my mind gaging how it felt. I remember the pure joy I felt when Ivy was born. They set her on me but took her right away to clean her (then I got skin to skin time). She was just like her big sister and started eating right away. The nurse gave me a pain pill right away to help me sleep since I was exhausted and needed to rest. But I realized I was STARVING. So she found me a tray of food and while I was falling asleep, I was stuffing my face. I am sure I was quite the site. On a normal day, I am sure the food I ate probably wasn't all that great, but at the time, It was the most delicious meal I had ever consumed.
Baby Ivy, 8lbs 10 1/2 oz.

20inches

She has a great head of hair

At first, I thought that she had a great pair of lungs but we have decided it isn't the loudness of her cry, but the quickness of the intensity of the cry. She gives no warning and will be screaming bloody murder within seconds of starting

Love her to pieces

My dad, proud grandpa. He was a lifesaver, among some of our friends. He watched Ada for most of the time while we were in the hospital (My mom couldn't be there for any of it because she was in a bad accident at my sister's house in the bay area and broke her hip. She is still in the bay area at a nursing facility and will be there for a few more days. So sad). When we got home, my dad told me that she had just finished off TWO bags of popcorn. That girl loves her popcorn.

Ada met her little sister and I won't say there was an instant bond, but I think they will be good buddies. It was such a strange feeling (but good) seeing my two daughters together.

So I had this big plan, that next time I had a baby, I was going to look cute at the hospital. Every day before I went into labor, I made sure to shower and put make up on, so I wouldn't look like death in my pictures. That all went out the window once the true labor kicked in. I could care less how I looked and by the time I had Ivy, I was too tired to care. So, once again, my hospital pictures are what I truly look like after having a baby.

I do love this picture of my little girls though.

Comparing the two birth stories, this one was way more painful and harder. I am so glad it is over, however, I am so grateful to have my little baby. I know the transition is going to be difficult and trying, but I can do it. I actually always love the hospital stay and am never in a rush to get home because of the round-the-clock care. I am not going to lie and say that I wasn't afraid to come home. Scott goes back to his internship tomorrow and I am nervous. Especially because I still can't really lift Ada up without pain. But, I will figure it out!! Anyway, for those persistent readers...as Ada would say, "Good Job!" You made it to the end of this post. For those that just came on the site to see pictures, that is okay too!

A few weeks ago, Scott and I took a road trip to San Francisco to return his Bar books so we could get our deposit back (and besides, who really wants a huge stack of books taking up extra space?). My parents were so kind and said they would watch Ada for us, so we took the day and had a great time. I think one of my favorite things of the day was when we accidentally drove past Lombard street and I made Scott take us down it. The scary part was trying to drive back up the ridiculously steep street with Scott's stick shift little car. The clutch was BURNING as we reached the top of the street.Beautiful

Funny story. Scott and I were walking along Pier 39 and there was this couple TOTALLY making out. He "took" a few pictures of me then I took a real one of him and "accidentally" got the couple. So we are a little immature...so sue me.

One can't go to Pier 39 and not go check out the smelly Sea Lions. Scott had never seen them before (Sea Lions at Pier 39) so it was fun taking him there.

After Pier 39, we walked down to Fisherman's Wharf to check out some restaurants but settled on Boudin's back at Pier 39.

It was really fun spending the day in San Fran. I loved just driving around and seeing the city.

Our Little Two Year Old

I was so excited to have a big party for Ada's second birthday. I knew she wasn't going to remember it, but I felt like I wanted to do something big before baby #2 joined our family. Just something really special for her. As most readers know, Ada is a huge lover and fan of the weirdest, but I daresay one of the coolest kids shows around...Yo Gabba Gabba. Weeks before the party, I kind of got a little craft on and started making stuff (with the help from good friends and family). I even put Scott to work and had him pull out his painting/art skills and make two of the characters. Well, a few days before her birthday, Ada started acting extra tired, and then developed a fever. I was freaking out because we had already made so many plans and I couldn't wait to see Ada's reaction to all of her Yo Gabba decor. I was praying and hoping that by Saturday her fever would go away and there were times I even thought she was on the mend. But by Saturday (her fever started Thurs. morning), she was way worse. And what was even more frustrating is I brought Ada to her new pediatrician (BLAH) Thursday and he checked her ears and said that everything looked fine (Oh I didn't mention she had an ear infection). He told me that she should be good to go by Saturday. Well, after a trip to the ER Saturday morning (I was freaking out that she had another bladder infection), the ER Doc confirmed that it was an ear infection. I was a mess at the hospital. I blame it on the pregnancy. Toward the end of our visit, I sent a text to all of the friends we had invited, cancelling the party. We decided to still have family come since I really wanted to see everyone before I had the baby.

This is what our little girl looked like shortly before her party. She loved her Foofa shirt. I honestly think the party, even though she was shaky and weak, made her feel a little better. My sister made home made playdough and the kids loved it. Ada is still playing with it everyday. Thanks sis!



One of Scott's art projects. We had a bean bag toss. For those familiar with the show, we had a "Party in my tummy" bean bag toss. I had a lot of fun making little food bean bags and the kids had a blast trying to feed Brobee.

Scott taking a turn at the toss and sporting his sweet Muno shirt that I made.

Pinning the eyeball on Muno

After my cousins daughter hit the target with the eyeball she proceeded to tell me that she could see the whole time!

I was very happy to see Ada eating a bit of food

It was so hard to see such a solemn face when she is usually all smiles and giggles. She loved her presents though

Remember being a little kid and totally crowding around the kid opening presents? These girls were cracking me up

Hate this picture of me, but I had to get a picture with our Yo Gabba shirts. Ada was so excited when we put them on and kept talking about them.

Thanks everyone that helped and to all the friends that I cancelled on....SORRY!

Some funny Adaisms right now are:

1. She will yell, "That's naughty!" Or, "That's enough right now!"

2. She tells me that she wants to poop in the potty, but when she sits down on the toilet, she just sits and plays then says, "All done," when nothing had been done.

3. After eating breakfast she will hold up two fingers to her face and say,"One Episode." Meaning Yo Gabba

4. When she runs she twists her hips

5. If she gets hurt she says, "Mom kiss it feel better" directly after the kiss she says, "That feels better."

6. When she is tired she asks for me to read a book (but will say "no" to a nap)

7. She loves jumping on the trampoline and doing bum jumps

8. Ada teases her Grandma by calling her "Cynthia" then will run away and say, "Don't chase me"

9. I don't know if I love this one, but she will tell me to "Stop it," or "Don't touch me." No, I don't love that one, just funny sometimes

10. She is counting to ten (with the numbers all mixed up) and is starting to remember her colors.

11. Ada loves to sing and remembers different parts of the songs. The other day she was saying, "At home, at home, at play" I couldn't figure out what it was, but then realized it was, "Jesus Wants me for a Sunbeam." She has been learning it in Nursery. We sing songs to her so I tested her with other one's and she knows a lot of the phrases. It is adorable.

12. Ada is starting to say, "No" a lot but in a whiny voice. Don't love that one either.

There are a ton more, but these are some fun one's that I can remember. Happy Birthday to my sweet 2 year old!

35 Weeks and Some Change...

When I say, "35 weeks and some change," I mean that I am over 35 weeks. Closer to 36 weeks, actually...but who is counting, right?

I actually got all dolled up today and had one of my besties take some maternity pictures for me. We had fun joking around and I enjoyed pretending that I was a supermodel posing for pictures with my big belly. Anyway, my photo shoot is not the reason behind this post (I might just post some of those pictures depending whether or not I look completely ridiculous). I have a good friend back in Florida that started a photography business right around the time that I was going to be having Ada. She was appalled that I hadn't even considered taking maternity pictures with my prego self and practically forced me to take some (Link Here)...Thanks Tiffany. She even took things to the next level and came to the hospital shortly after Ada was born and took newborn shots. With that said, I feel like she has set a precedent for me. I LOVE having pictures of me just before I had Ada and just moments after she was born. I remember how I felt, how nervous and unsure I was, her movements, her first cries, how TIRED I was. I feel like the pictures I have are priceless and I need them for baby girl #2. I have just been feeling a little bad because I look back on my blog and had basically blogged about every new milestone (during my pregnancy), every movement, every feeling I was having (well probably not every feeling I was having...cause then everyone would think that I was nuts. Ha). So, I thought I should post a few thoughts while I have some time, that way when baby girl #2 reads the blog...she won't feel left out.

First of all, I have had an awesome pregnancy. I really have. I feel like this one has been even smoother than the first because I am much more calm. I have an idea what to expect (and yes, I know that all pregnancies and babies are different) and am not freaking out about every little possible thing that could go wrong, although I still get a little nervous sometimes.

I was a little bit sick during the first trimester, but I think chasing after two toddlers helped me to forget about the nausea. I do remember both kids getting bad colds one week and both kids had really gross noses. Whenever there was too much snot, I felt the gag reflex kicking in and could hardly wipe their noses and I did throw up once...but I blame that on a mixture of pregnancy and car sickness. Once second trimester began, I swear it was like night and day. I had energy again, I played more with the kiddos and was more motivated to go on outings. Second trimester FLEW by. Scott graduated from Law School, parents came out for vacations/graduation, and we moved across country back to California. Life was crazy as soon as we moved out and I was fortunate enough to spend most of my summer with family and close friends.

Third trimester just snuck up on me and I do admit, that I felt like as soon as third trimester hit, my hormones skyrocketed and I turned into a "B" for awhile. Excuse my language. But really, I feel like out of nowhere, my patients just disappeared. Just like I had a surge of energy kick in just as second tri hit, I almost felt the hormones elevate again the first day of third trimester, not to mention the extreme exhaustion again. BUT, again, I am not complaining, because this pregnancy has been awesome. The only complaints that are even worthy of mentioning are my varicose nasty veins and my sleep deprivation this third trimester.

The varicose veins made their presence back at the end of first trimester I think, and are still a big part of my thigh. Swim shorts have been worn almost every time in the pool to hide those scary creatures.

Sleeping has been interesting these last few weeks. The baby def has her favorite positions, which are not mine. If I lay a certain way, she kicks like crazy, but If I stay in a position for too long, I wake up stiff and sweaty, so it's kind of a no-win situation. I also wake up to use the restroom and once I wake up, I have a really hard time falling back asleep. One night it was a 3 hour long cramp in my side, another was fear that someone was breaking in and on most nights it is nothing in particular except for a song getting stuck in my head and I go crazy trying to get the song out.

So basically, I am just waiting now. I have about 4 1/2 weeks to go (assuming baby comes on time) and I am getting so excited for this next step in life. I am excited for Ada to have a baby sister (and of course, nervous for the adjustment of it all) and I am excited to hold and cuddle my new baby. As hard as new babies are, nothing beats one on one time late night feedings and seeing those first smiles. I do enjoy the late night feedings, surprisingly. They are just so peaceful to me (until the next morning hits and you are exhausted!). I can't wait to see if there are any similarities between the two girls and how they will interact. We do have a few names in mind (with one taking the lead). It really isn't a secret, but at the same time since it isn't set in stone, I will just wait for people to ask what the name is, rather than posting it on the blog. Well, this has turned into quite the lengthy post, but I just wanted to journal my excitement and feelings for this new baby. It will be a new adventure well worth the wait.

Oh, and for some reason I can't post a picture, but that is okay because I just looked through all of them and I don't really have a good recent one. Pictures will just have to wait.

Camping With the Fam

So we have totally taken advantage of the fact that Scott has had some free time to play. Back in June he told me that the one thing he wanted to do was to go camping as a family as soon as the Bar was over. So that we did. We got some reservations up in Lake Tahoe and headed up 4 days after the Bar. Not only was it absolutely beautiful, it was a blast. We had so much fun being together and watching Ada explore EVERYTHING! She was filthy within 5 minutes of getting there, but that is what camping is all about.

Scott is becoming quite the outdoors man. He earned points every time he logged onto a website for law school stuff and you can earn free things. This tent, along with a sleeping bag were our spoils from his many points!
The campsite was really little, but perfect for our small family. I think the biggest thing that I was worried about was bears. The Ranger warned us to keep EVERYTHING in the lock box. No sweet smelling lotions applied before bed, nothing in the tent that the bear would think is food, etc.

Check out that dirty face in the making (not mine, Ada's).


She was tired as soon as we got there, but that didn't stop her from rubbing dirt on her face like lotion

Ada is terrified of fire. In fact, when Scott was building one, she cowered over by me and cried. I got her to watch Scott and see that he was just fine. So she even got brave enough to go sit on his lap once it was hot and going strong

First time for S'mores. I don't know if she really is my daughter because she only took a couple of bites and was done with it. Maybe she was switched at birth?? I think though, that it was just too messy for her, which puts my mind at ease, because that is just like Scott. :)

Ada was a champ when it came to bed time. She didn't make a peep the whole night and slept in until about 7:30. Me on the other hand...I was freaked out about every sound I heard and was so worried that I would have to go to the bathroom (so scary to go by myself at night) that every time I fell asleep, I would wake up within a few minutes. I was terrified that a bear was going to rip open our tent and get one of us. Scott even talked about sleeping with the hatchet that we brought...but we didn't. Pretty dang tired the next day!

I guess we weren't totally hardcore because we didn't bring up food to cook, we just made a bunch of muffins, pasta salad and brought hot dogs and such for meals. Ada was happy her first morning out in the wilderness

Our friends from the ward let us borrow their baby carrier and it was a lifesaver. Ada loved being in the "back pack" and enjoyed yelling "Look at the water, " every time we passed some

Only a few more weeks (okay 7ish) to go...but who is counting?

Gorgeous views. I just wanted to find a big rock and jump off of it into the water, but knew I actually wouldn't had I found one.
Back in my younger years, maybe, but not now with the water being as cold as it was (oh..and being prego)

Ada wanted to get in the water as soon as she saw it. I braved it with her and it was FREEZING! She didn't want to hold my hand at all and would get mad when I asked for it.

Scott and I decided that we better fully get in the water. We drove to another site where the beach is better and the water access is easier. After what seemed like hrs (okay not that long) Scott finally submerged in the icy water, then I followed. Then we had a little accident. I told Ada to go sit next to her dad in the water, and while she was walking down to him, she lost her balance and fell. She stood up then fell again. She went completely under and was not happy. I think mainly cause she couldn't get her footing and it was so dang cold. We had to coax her to go back in the water, and this time she held our hands with great vigor.

Taking a sunbathing break after her little spill

On our drive back to our campsite which was called Emerald Bay State Park, we saw an awesome waterfall and a lookout point so we pulled over. Ada didn't last long because she was overtired and wanted to walk all over. But the Falls (Eagle Falls?) were amazing.

We went on one last hike our second day and we were all wiped out. Ada was at her breaking point about halfway through the hike which sucked because the first part was all down hill!! So, we had to hike back up with a very upset and hungry toddler. I was huffing and puffing too.

We got back to our campsite and made some dinner (I think we roasted hot dogs) and let Ada make friends with our neighboring campers. They had a couple of younger, but much older than Ada, who also loved to dance. So they taught Ada some pretty riskEY moves. She would put her hands on her head and wiggle her hips, then get real low to the ground. Really cute, but really am I ready for those types of moves?

Our last night, Scott and I just hung out by the campfire, enjoying the bright stars and warm fire. All of the sudden, I hear this licking noise and I thought for sure it was the neighbors little dog just taking a drink at the water spout. I turned my head just to be sure. NOPE, it was a nasty racoon, just five feet from me, licking our hand sanitizer bottle. I didn't have a flashlight on hand because it was sitting on the table and Scott couldn't see the racoon. I tried to flash my phone light on it, while telling Scott to go chase it away. Scott was freaking out cause he thought it might be a bear (because remember, he couldn't see it from where he was sitting). But, he trusted me and started walking toward the table. The racoon ran off, but freaked me out! I made him look under the van and table to make sure it was gone before we got settled at the fire again.
Anyway, we had a great time and I am so glad that we were able to go. I am not going to lie and say that camping with a toddler is easy peasy because it is not! Really hard, actually. But, it is all about creating memories, right? We still enjoyed the time we had together and ended our trip with only minimal scrapes and mishaps.

Beach with Family and Friends

So Scott finished the Bar a week ago. It was a three day, intense test, that he even may have fallen asleep for a few seconds/minutes during day two! Anyway, to celebrate we have been on some fun adventures. We started off our celebration by driving to an awesome beach (just North of Half Moon Bay) and meeting up with my sis and her fam and our good friend Jenny and her fam. We had a blast! Ada especially loved being there, she just can't get enough of the outdoors. The day was a little chilly, but that is to be expected in Nor Cal beaches. I thought that day was perfect. Oh and just a side note...Ada's hair was done before getting to the beach, but she destroyed it. Sigh...

My sis and her adorably Lukey. Can't get enough of these two
Can't go to the beach and not play a rousing game of football. Well, I guess I can, and my sis and Jenny. But the guys enjoyed a little game. I don't think I have seen Scott run as fast as he did when he was chasing after a ball headed towards the freezing water.

We bought Ada this little bunny chair for our camping trip (post to come soon). She loved it and had a great time sitting in it (for only short spurts, of course). Isn't she an adorable little ragmuffin? Love her beach hair.

All of the kids (minus Jenny's baby) loving posing for the picture. I told them to yell "Cookies" so I could get genuine smiles. They had fun with it and continued saying "Cookies" throughout the day. On a side note, whenever I take Ada's picture, she will say "CHEESE" followed by "CUTE" before I have even snapped the photo. I am pretty sure she got it from me because when I take her picture I always say, "Cute," afterwards.

I know the picture is fuzzy, but I just love the expression on these girl's faces. We were going to a cave to explore and they held hands the whole way. One girl would start running then whip Ada along with them. She loved it.



Gorgeous beach.

The cave wasn't much of a cave, but it was still really pretty





Baby girl #2 is growing quite nicely



Our growing family

Wiped out after a fun day at the beach. He played a little too hard...oh and he was sunburned. Yup, overcast days can still cause burns.

After our fun day at the beach, we headed over to Juls and Brians for a bbq. The kids had a blast and I especially enjoyed watching Ada sneak bites of food off of some of the other kids plates.

What an awesome day we had. Thanks Juls and Brian for inviting us up and thanks Jen and Pete for coming.

And thanks Scott for studying so dang hard for the Bar. We are so proud of you and all of your accomplishments.