So let's back it up a bit, shall we? Our adventure begins in the Hawaiian Islands, more specifically the big island o
f Hawaii, more specifically Waikoloa, or the Hilton at Waikoloa Village, Room 7031. It was a lovely room, with a lovely view of the Pacific Ocean.
For those of you who are fans of Dog, The Bounty Hunter, you may recognize this photo as the very place Dog made an honest woman out of Beth.
With basal thermometer and ovulation predictor kits in tow, we set out to make a baby. Of course we had no clue if we had accomplished our task, but we were certainly happy with our efforts.
While on the big isla
nd we decided to take a 50 minute helicopter tour over the live volcanos. Jake was the official photographer as I proceeded to puke my guts out for a solid 48 minutes and 16 seconds. I know this exactly because out of the corner of my eye I could see the stop watch that ticked down the minutes to the end of our journey. I can now appreciate that little glimpse into hell as I do not believe it is possible to ever be that sick again. This has prepared me for any morning sickness I may encounter.
nd we decided to take a 50 minute helicopter tour over the live volcanos. Jake was the official photographer as I proceeded to puke my guts out for a solid 48 minutes and 16 seconds. I know this exactly because out of the corner of my eye I could see the stop watch that ticked down the minutes to the end of our journey. I can now appreciate that little glimpse into hell as I do not believe it is possible to ever be that sick again. This has prepared me for any morning sickness I may encounter.Anyhow, we ha
d a lovely trip, saw all of the sights and spent some quality time with our good friends Katrina and Marcus. We really didn't give a second thought to whether we accomplished the goal we set out to attain. We remembered when we returned home as at least a half a dozen people reminded us of our bold declaration when we left Idaho that "we would not come home from Hawaii unless we were pregnant". I think secretly we just wanted to stay in Hawaii for as long as possible. We clearly didn't recognize our own power!
d a lovely trip, saw all of the sights and spent some quality time with our good friends Katrina and Marcus. We really didn't give a second thought to whether we accomplished the goal we set out to attain. We remembered when we returned home as at least a half a dozen people reminded us of our bold declaration when we left Idaho that "we would not come home from Hawaii unless we were pregnant". I think secretly we just wanted to stay in Hawaii for as long as possible. We clearly didn't recognize our own power! 
And now if we may be serious for a moment...building rock piles is a serious problem in Hawaii. There are signs everywhere warning of the dangers of piling rocks. What if one were to topple off the pile and hit your foot? Or what if, heaven forbid, you were to accidently lose your balance and fall onto your pile of rocks? If you hadn't built a pile, you would have only fallen on a single rock, or several rocks grouped together but not stacked. I think this is good practice for every state in the union. Hawaii is on to something.
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Um, the whole baby thing is cool and all, but did you say "The Dog"? Or is it "DAWG"? Either way, THAT is the best part of this whole blog and I hope you have many more interesting tidbits about his life you can sprinkle in along the way.
Hey, everyone. I am sister to Jake, Dusty & Nick, daughter to Harvey & Cynthia, wife to Eric and mother to Brian & Heather.
For those of you who may not have gotten it from past postings, I am also anonymous. I've had my fun, so now someone else is free to use it and see if we can figure out who you are.
Jake, Steph - love your stories almost as much as I love both of you! So far, your scheduling of this child's life is right on track. Good luck with the rest of her life. Oh, yah - I want it on record that I think it will be an 8lb+ baby girl... Love ya! ~Sis
[Jake Speaking]
My sister was like a 9+ pound baby and I was near to 9 – I think. Making a prediction based on family history, I’d say nearer to 9 pounds as an estimate. As far as gender, well the Bennett name has too many heirs to the throne. It is time for some more princesses’. Besides, who’s going to take care of our second while we are on vacation, a boy? I think not. I’d come home to find my little girl buried up to her neck in the backyard with her brother standing over her with a jar of honey and his ant farm. No, I definitely have to have a girl first.
[steph here]
i'm not sure why you would share the fact that 9 pound babies run in your family. have you lost sight of the fact that i will be the one birthing said baby?
as for having a girl, i am all for that. girls are clean, boys are dirty.
Girls are clean - boys are dirty? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!
You ought to see their bedrooms!!
Define clean. Dusty and Goldie are extreme packrats (sorry kids but it's true). Jake is very neat and orderly like me!C
boys are clean and girls are dirty i think is more like it lol jk! but no seriously like my dad always says
I don't think less weight is as important as a shorter labor - hope for both. Patrick was 7lbs and Steffon 6 1/2. Boys make great babysitters too if you don't mind a few ant bites...and stitches.
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