The ~)(urleys~: Happy Birthday Sami!!

June 18th my my Sami Jean's birthday. She is now 9 years old. She is getting a kitten for her birthday but we haven't found one we want yet, she is trying to be patient but it's hard for a 9 year old. For her birthday we didn't do a whole lot, we went to dinner the night before and her dad took her to almost get KILLED by his horse. She was riding him, (by herself, well he was lunging him, it's like leading him in circles fast) and he started to buck. She held on and Jim was trying to stop him but he was panicking and the horse could feel it, then Sami slid to the side and was still holding on. Jim started yelling to her to jump! Sami said she heard him but she was trying to figure out exactly HOW to do that. Finally she pushed off and landed face first in the dirt and Jim pulled the horse away. Jimi had been panicking in on the fence and she jumped in picked her up and ran her out of the way. Sami had her Sami smile on until Jimi picked her up then she broke down crying. Out of fear, not because she was hurt. Jim asked her if she would get back on him and she agreed (I don't know if I would have been that brave) she walked him around the arena and he tripped and she said "O.k. daddy I'm done". She was really proud of herself and she if fine. This horse is a GREAT horse, but we tell the kids you always have to be ready and expect ANYTHING!

Sami is the sweetest girl ever. She almost ALWAYS has a smile on her face, even when she wants to cry. She has just a little attitude but in a cute way still. She hugs everyone and everyone LOVES a Sami hug. I think her teachers my be going through withdrawals by now. She usually does what she's told, unless it's cleaning then it's USELESS! She wants to be a DR. or work at McDonalds when she grows up, but as most of you know, she has a thing about fainting in hospitals and Dr. offices, mainly because she smiles and stops breathing. So Sami here is your story...

June 18th 1999, I was HUGE and uncomfortable, my due date was June 30th which was the day after my birthday so I was hoping she would be born on my birthday. Jim's parents were planning a trip to Oregon to see us and were holding off so they could see the baby. I even bought our trampoline to try to induce labor. (Just a tip IT DOESN'T, it just makes you REALLY sore). So I call Jim and tell him to meet me at my Dr. appt. when the Dr. comes in I tell him "I'm not leaving your office until this baby is OUT" he laughs and does the check up and comes back in and I'm still sitting there. I cried and begged and pleaded, so finally for my mental stability I think, he agreed to induce. So we met him at the hospital that night at about 7pm. I get into a room and get hooked up to the pitocin all by 8:30pm. Jim had to study for a test for work and I was doing these number puzzles (the things we did BEFORE we had a TON of kids) when all the sudden HOLY CRAP IT HURT!! I got the epidural but it only worked on the right side of my body, which freaked my out. I was trippin out, the metal IV stand was rattling and I was freaking out for it to stop. Tabi was there and of course Jim, and even a friend of ours Gitte had stopped by to visit another friend and saw us there and came in, all of the sudden the Dr. comes in and says it's time. So I sit up to get ready to push and I hear a funny noise and so I ask Tabi, "what is that noise?" (remember noises are freaking me out at this time) She says, they're sucking out the nose, so I sit up to look and Sami was born! At 10:34pm, she swears it was 11:04 but I KNOW it was 10:34pm. She was 6lbs 4oz and 21 inches, beautiful as can be. I was STARVING so Jim wen to get me monster tacos at Jack In the Box. Two days later Jims parents were here and we went to the coast and went crabbing. Yes I pulled crab when Sami was 2 days old, what was I thinking? She was an amazing baby, rarely cried. Tabi even fell with her and she didn't cry. Tabi did really protect her and sacrificed herself for little Sami, and she would be mad if I didn't say it WAS Alex's fault his skateboard was in front of her. I think God knew she had to be a perfect baby because I was pregnant a VERY short 4 months later with Trever.