Quentin's Pre-Birth Story

Funny story. At least I think it is. So you know how it took us almost 5 years to have Stella? Yeah, and then it took us another 7 years to have Malcolm. Well, one Sunday while I was sitting in Relief Society holding my 9-month-old baby, I had this overwhelming feeling that Elliot and I needed to do whatever it took to have another baby (i.e. fertility, blah, blah). Elliot was still the bishop of our Ward at that time and so when I approached him right after church (his busiest time) and said, "Elliot, we need to have another baby," his response was, "Well, I'm kind of busy right now." I wonder what would have happened if he wasn't so busy after church. Hum. Is that sacrilegious?

Fast-forward another month on a rather warm July Saturday morning (the day before Elliot was released as bishop of our Ward) as I was doing my weekly chores in the bathroom when I found a leftover pregnancy test from before Malcolm was discovered. I decided to take it even though I was 2-3 days early. The faintest of faint lines appeared in the right places. I was so excited. I was also a little bit in shock. Only a little bit because I remembered that feeling I had in RS, but also a lot shocked because I didn't think I would get pregnant so quickly. And nervous because of our previous experiences with miscarriage so early on. This was the first pregnancy that I kept absolutely no record of when it may have happened. It's weird how very frustrating that was because I've always been so good about that. I had no idea when I might be due. Weird, but it was frustrating.

Elliot was on his man-date with Uncle Barry (lasting a little longer than usual because he was being called as bishop of our Ward the next day . . . hahaha), so I called and left a message for Elliot to see when he was coming home. When he did finally make it home, I tried several approaches to get him to go into the bathroom to check out our news. After he finally caught on, he said, "No way. Does this mean we have to use condoms?" And that's why I think it's funny.

So Dibble Baby #3 was due to join our family in March 2013 (pick a date, any date . . . because there were lots of different due dates, 10th, 13th, 15th . . . I chose the 26th).

(End of August Lindsay was about 28 weeks and I was about 10 weeks)

P.S. Our babies come when they are supposed to. We've learned that we have absolutely no control over when that may happen, but we are sure grateful for our sweet babies and their perfect timing in our lives.

Malcolm Looks Like Me

All I ever hear is that Malcolm looks just like his Daddy. Besides their adorable ears, I disagree. I don't have a ton of pictures of Elliot as a little, little kid (maybe Grandma can help me out with that), but come on everyone, can you honestly say that Malcolm looks more like Elliot than he looks like me?


This is Elliot in 1978 as a 1-year-old.


Malcolm as a 1-year-old.


Malcolm, age 1.

The rest of these are of WHITNEY at age 1.













Look at that face! It is exactly the same face that Malcolm has with his little brother (only mine was a little sister).

Now if you'd like to say that Stella looks like her Daddy, I will agree with you.

My Babies: Who Do They Look Like?

Baby WHITNEY

Baby ELLIOT

Baby STELLA

Baby MALCOLM

Baby QUENTIN

Baby STELLA

Baby MALCOLM

Baby QUENTIN

Baby STELLA

Baby MALCOLM

Baby QUENTIN

Quentin McAllister Dibble

HE'S FINALLY HERE!

Quentin McAllister Dibble

Friday, March 29, 2013

2:00 a.m.

9 pounds 5 ounces

21 inches long

Sooooooo We Bought A New House

. . . and I'm pretty sure we'll move into it before our wee babe is born . . . or right as he's coming out. We'll see. We're so excited!

SURPRISE!

Joining our

FAMILY

in March 2013!

New Bishopric!

Elliot was released as Bishop of the Evergreen Ward on July 8th. He served for 7 1/2 years and had 7 counselors. We're going to have a few more Sunday afternoon naps here in our future. We're all very happy about it.

Our new bishopric is Bishop Barry Edholm (our good friend), John Flaherty (1st counselor), and Clint Bills (2nd Counselor).

Random June Stuff

Stella made a little decoration for us with some pictures we have around (left to right: baby Stella, Stella age 7, Whitney age 3, Whitney/Elliot wedding day 1999, Elliot age 2, Malcolm age 9 months, Malcolm age 3 months). She wouldn't let us take it down for quite some time.

We went swimming over at the Campbell's house.

Franklin and Malcolm played inside with me.

Malcolm learned how to climb up on short things. Then he learned how to fall off of them.

Mal likes a good ride to the laundry room.

Malcolm ended up in this thing for a while. Allison and Stella may have given him some rides for a while.

Stella does the best at voices. Her rooster is out of this world. It could also break your eardrums. Malcolm enjoyed it a great deal.

Elliot was gone for so much of June that he put this picture up on the door that he used for Pin the Patch on the Pirate at Girls Camp this year and left Stella a little note.

Stella is getting a little tired of Malcolm getting into all of her stuff, so she built a barrier to tease him.

Camo babies.

I went back to the gym. And then I promptly stopped going back to the gym.

Moving the Dibble's

So Elliot's brother Adam was in Africa when they finally got word that they could move into their new house in Mesa. Xan doesn't let anything stop her, so she was almost completely packed up before we even went over to start helping!

It took us a whole night to pack up that enormous pantry. I thought I was packing up a whole grocery store! Lots of food for a big family! Malcolm helped too. The girls pretty much stayed out of the way except for their one job of throwing away the expired cans of food.

The boys were a big help (once Elliot got there to boss them around . . . I mean, encourage them).

Then the actual move-in day came around after Adam got back from Africa. I thought that Malcolm would be safe at the lowest part of the house since this house has 40 sets of stairs. It figures that he would choose this day to learn how to climb stairs. I'm afraid I wasn't much help.

The girls tried to keep him occupied, but now he had a new favorite activity.

Everyone was thoroughly exhausted after emptying the trucks and arranging furniture and carrying boxes (I tried to unpack the pantry . . . P.S. Xan, you have plenty of Crystal Light drink packets). Elliot fell asleep on the floor.

Ray thanked us by giving Stella these little water baby bullets that you put in water and they expand. You can't use them unless you have the proper water bullet gun, but Stella insisted on keeping them in the cup on the counter anyway. It was fine until it was just in the way of something I dropped out of the cupboard and 500 water baby bullets and it's accompanying cup of water fell all over my floor.

I may have said a bad word.

Dining with Doreen

Our friend Doreen never lets me take pictures of her, but she loves my kids so she can't get out of it sometimes.

Doreen is so good about making sure she has birthday lunch dates with us, so we are happy when her birthday comes around too! We ate one night at Joe's Real BBQ with another co-worker of Daddy's, and then we went to our favorite Red Robin the next day with Doreen for lunch. Doreen fed Malcolm a chocolate covered banana. He was a mess and I was just waiting for him to turn his face onto her white blouse.

Malcolm ate a lemon.

MediServe Annual Conference/Mommy's Getaway

Have I mentioned before that my children have the best grandparents? Well, they do. Grandma and Grandpa Dibble watched the Malcolm and Stella for me so I could go spend the night at the Four Seasons Resort in Scottsdale with Elliot while he was at the end of his conference for work. This was Malcolm's first sleepover and I think Grandma was a little nervous since Malcolm hasn't exactly been nice to her at any point in his short life yet.

Elliot still had meetings to attend, so I settled into the room and then went to the pool to relax. Most of the resort was occupied by MediServe employees and their clients who were all in the meetings, so the pools were scarcely attended. It was awesome. Plus, the pool boys bring you water.

I got to take a bubble bath, walk around in a robe, take a nap if I wanted, and just relax. Elliot and I attended the last night of parties (no one insulted me about the size of my belly like last year when I was pregnant and some lady asked me if I needed a wheelchair) and then had a nice night not having to put our own kids to bed.

Also, I'm spoiled. The next morning Elliot made an appointment for me to get a massage at the spa. I almost needed another day to relax from all of the relaxing. I'm spoiled.