Oh how I've grown....

Cameron Randall

I only have one question....What happened to my hair?!!!

Randall Ranch

We decided to head up to our Randall Family Ranch for the Memorial holiday weekend. Ryker came up with our family and we had an absolute blast! Cameron even got to ride his very first horse and 'shoot' his first gun (the best a 6 week old can). Sara became a lot more comfortable on a horse and really took a liking to Pickalow, she may finally be coming a real Randall now that she can ride. I'm sure Sara has a lot more to say about the trip but I had to have an excuse to post these pictures:

Grand Canyon Adventure

Since we were in the area we decided to swing by the Grand Canyon since Ryker (my brother) and Cameron (of course) had never been there. Sara was quite... reserved, about the idea because of her experience at Grand Canyon West a few years back and her lack of enthusiasm about heights.

A few years ago we took a helicopter right out at Grand Canyon West and on the rim there is no railing and it is about a straight mile drop down unlike off the South rim where we decided to go this time. I think she enjoyed this trip much more, at least her nerves did and it gave us all the chance to enjoy the view instead of hearing Sara's yells in the background to get away from the edge.

Cameron slept most the time but he did take a couple of peeks at the view, he is definitely our outdoors baby. No matter how many times I go to the Grand Canyon, it never ceases to amaze me what that view is like. Someday I'll get in shape enough to actually hike it. :)

It's a bird...it's a plane...

It's a mobile!

Cameron loves the birdies and butterflies flying above his swing. Much of the time he spends in the swing is spent with his head arched back and making faces at his friends above. What a cutie pie!

Gadgets and Gizmos a Plenty

Brick's grandparents are moving to a new house and they decided to have a garage sale to rid their house of things they didn't need or didn't want to pack up and take with them.

So grandma told us to come over and take whatever we wanted before the big day. I was so glad that we did. It felt like Christmas! I got so many free things that I was excited about!

I got quite a few designer purses, not sure if they are all real but I love them all anyways.

I got two Burberry's (one of which I am pretty sure is real), a Liz Claiborne, a Volcom, a Gucci backpack, and a Louis Vuitton.

I also got a few odds and ends like a cute children's book, some comfy plush slippers, a belgian waffle maker and a Baby Bee Burt's Bees starter kit with lots of fun stuff for Cameron to use.




Brick took these little Friar Tuck figurines that he has loved since he was a little boy. I think they are a little funny looking but I guess if he wants to keep them in his office in the new house then that's fine with me. They are actually a little pitcher for cream and a sugar container.

These beauties are some old vintage suitcases we found. I am not sure if we will use them or not, but I thought they could be used for some cool photo ops.

And last but not least, the real reason we went to his grandparents, were to get these. They are old (and a little beat up) instruments.

They actually look really cool in the ceiling cut outs in his grandparents house, which is what we will be using them for when we move to our new house. There is a violin, a cello, a french horn, and some other kind of brass instrument (sorry I am not versed in instrumentese). There is also this Beethoven bust that was kind of cool.



All in all, we came upon a lot of cool stuff. Stuff that would have cost us a lot more money if we had bought it ourselves, as well. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa Goodman for making it a fun night and for all the treasures we found!

Hey Bert!

As some of you know, Brick's first name is Bert. He comes from a long line of Bert's. His dad is Bert, his grandpa is Bert, his great grandpa is Bert, and his great great grandpa is Bert. That's... (if you counted them) yes five Berts!

Well most of the nine months of my pregnancy, once we knew we were having a boy, Brick was torn on whether he wanted to pass the tradition down for a sixth time. Mom was not happy about it, but I learned to live with it once he decided to name little Cameron, Bert.

So Brick's dad is missing from this picture, but here is three generations of Bert. Bert Preston Randall, Bert Brickford Randall, and last but not least Bert Cameron Randall. Geeze, will the church's family history center hate us!

Mikey's Piano Recital

My younger brother Mikey has been taking piano lessons from Brick's grandma, Garna. This is the first time he has taken lessons and has only been doing it for three months.

He loves taking the lessons and has caught on really quickly. Yesterday was his first recital and he did phenomenally well. He even knows how to play crossing his hand over the other. Not to mention he had the entire piece memorized. We couldn't have been prouder.

We are so lucky to have Mikey in our family and are glad that he was willing to share his talent with us!

Cameron's Baby Photoshoot

So we got Cameron's baby pictures back and can't choose which we look best, they are all so fantastic! Thanks so much to Robin for her great work, we will cherish these forever! Click any of the images to go to the full gallery.

I love that Cameron is beginning to be a bit more alert and responsive. We haven't seen much of his eyes these first few weeks so I just thought this picture was just too cute not to share.

Happy Anniversary!

Today is Brick's and my 4th year anniversary. It's crazy to think we have been married that long and together for even longer. So much has changed in the past year. We were sealed in the temple, moved to a new house, moved our businesses, got pregnant, had a baby.... the list goes on.

But I guess all I really want to say is how grateful I am for Brick and all the things he does for our family. He is such a hard worker and great provider for our family. I am so appreciative of all the many hours he works and still makes the time to help around the house and help with Cameron. I could not have asked for a better husband. He keeps me grounded and is always there to calm me down when I am stressed or overwhelmed. He is an amazing father and wonderful husband. I am looking forward to the many years we will have together and the experiences our family will have with each other,

Chunky Monkey

Cameron had his second pediatric appointment today. His last one was a weeks and a half ago and he has gained almost a pound! I had no idea that babies grew that quickly. I have noticed though the past few days that he is looking a little heavier around the middle. He is now 8 pounds 12.5 oz and is measuring at 21.5 inches. He is in the 48th percentile for weight and 77th  percentile for height. I don't know if I am quite ready for my baby to be growing this fast. I  wanted him to stay little forever!

Things have been great since we have been home from the hospital. A little challenging, yes, but completely worth it. Everyone tried to warn us how hard it is having a newborn, and scoffed at me when I said that I thought it would be easier than pregnancy. I think I was right. Having a newborn is tiring but man, am I sure glad that I am not pregnant anymore.


We have been very fortunate that Cameron doesn't really cry. We have only heard him really cry a few times since being home. He fusses every so often but overall he is a great baby. I hope I am not totally jinxing myself. I guess it's totally possible as well that I am still in the "honeymoon" period and am just so gaga over him that I don't notice that I get very little sleep and very little time to myself. Just yesterday, I had a baby shower to go to, and I was just thrilled when he slept for the three straight hours and I didn't have to worry about a fussy baby that needed to be fed or changed while in the middle of a crowd.


We are planning on having him blessed the fast [1st] Sunday in June and would love all to make it. We are so excited to have him as a member of our family. Even though he has only been here for two weeks, it is hard for me to remember what it was really like without him and how we ever lived without him in the first place.

Birth Day

So after many failed attempts of making this baby come, he came on his own time Sunday afternoon, April 18th. My husband will tell you though that it was the hour and a half massage he gave me Saturday night that sprung me into labor, since I had horrible [what I thought was false] labor pains all night long. So a little recap on how the day went.

I was up all night long with [false] labor, which I had been experiencing for the last 4-5 weeks so I just chalked it up to another bad night. I was dilated to 3 cm by 34 weeks pregnant, 4 cm by 36 weeks, and 5 cm at 38 weeks, so my doctor and I both thought that I wouldn't still be pregnant at this point. She had even stripped my membranes at 38 weeks and I was disappointed when it didn't seem to have any effect.

So after a endless night with no sleep, I finally fell asleep at 6 am... just to wake up at 6:30 am with a heavy contraction, a popping sound, and my water breaking. Boy did I run to the bathroom fast! My forebag had broken earlier in my pregnancy resulting in a false alarm trip to the hospital, so this time we took our time going to the hospital to make sure it was for real. And it was.... but we took our time and Brick did the dishes and cleaned up a bit before we left.

By the time we reached the hospital (an only 5 minute drive) I was in horrible pain. We checked in and they took me to triage. Normally they do an exam there before they admit you, but when the nurse saw how much pain I was in they sent me straight to a labor and delivery room. I had planned on a natural delivery my entire pregnancy. I had practiced different breathing techniques, labor positions, and had even bought a birthing ball. Big surprise, I didn't need any of it. Because I had already been dilated to a 5, my labor came on so suddenly and painful that within 30 minutes of my water breaking, my contractions were already two minutes apart. It didn't give me a chance to gradually prepare myself and build up to the contractions. I don't know how dilated I was when I finally got the epidural, but shortly after they gave it to me I was already at 7-8 cm.

I was afraid, previously to going into labor, that if I wasn't able to do it naturally that I would be really disappointed in myself. But I was more than grateful and thrilled when that anesthesiologist finally got there. My hero! He gave me the best epidural ever...not that I had anything to compare it to, but I felt no pain whatsoever for the entirety of my labor.

I think the epidural slowed things down a bit and I was stuck at a 9 for quite a while but it gave me a chance to take a much needed nap before the pushing started. Finally when I got to a 10, the doctor and nurses came in and it was time to push! I only pushed for about 30 minutes...half of the time was just sitting there though, waiting for contractions. I asked for a mirror to watch and was really glad I did. It was so cool to see his head crowning and to realize he had hair! Yay for the Allred genes that dominated the bald headed baby genes of the Randall family. When it came down to the last couple pushes I was so focused on watching him make his way into the world that I forgot to push and they had to remind me that I was the one that had to get this baby out.

Little Cameron made his way into this world at 4:09 pm that day, weighing a whopping 8 lbs 4 oz. An unexpected size for how little weight I gained and considering he was still a week early. I guess I will have to warn my doctors next time that I make big babies.

It was such an amazing experience. It was almost like an out of body experience to have them place his little body on my chest where we got to meet for the first time. I never realized that you could love anyone as instantly as you can your child. Brick and I both had to fight the tears. He was so quiet, I worried a little that he wasn't crying. I realize now it was just a glimpse of what was to come. He is an amazing baby and only cries when he is getting his diaper changed and only gets a little fussy if he waits too long to eat.

He was absolutely beautiful, and I was very grateful to the hospital staff that let me hold him for nearly a half hour before they took him from me for the standard measures they take such as taking a bath and weighing him. At this point I was even more glad that I had gotten the epidural. I felt like it gave me the energy and the clarity of mind to really enjoy the experience, instead of being in the horrible pain I was in previously.

We are so grateful to have our little boy, after 4 long years of waiting, it couldn't have been more perfect. Although I am completely exhausted and am feeling a little overwhelmed and inadequate at all this mom stuff, there is nothing more rewarding than looking my little boy in the eyes and knowing that I am his mother. There is nothing better in the world.

Our first family photo all together.

"First we had each other, then we had you, now we have everything"