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!

Back on the Horse

I think horses are the most beautiful animals. I don't like horse movies (War Horse was terrible, sorry Lorielle, Man From Snowy River just bothers me, and any horse movie where the horse talks could just make me start seizing). I don't necessarily like riding horses, nor do they like me riding them. But they are beautiful. I just decided.

I also decided that I'm going to start updating my blog again. I miss it. You miss it too, don't you? Well, enough with the trying to catch up on everything I've missed (the last 6 months), I'm starting current. I'll still catch up from July because there were some pretty significant events, but the top of the blog will always be current.

So here I go, hopping back up on the horse that bucked me off 6 months ago and soon you'll be reading more details about our little Dibble family than is completely necessary.

Not today though. Give me some space. Geez.

SURPRISE!

Joining our

FAMILY

in March 2013!

Job Jar

I may have gotten a little tired of hearing "I'm bored!" around our house. Also, we have lots of little jobs that I don't always get to, so what is a better cure for the "I'm bored" sickness than having to pick a job from the job jar every time you say it!

Stella said it so many times right after I made the jar that she had a few papers on the fridge to take care of the next day. She cleaned her bathtub and did her 8 times tables the first day. There's lots of crap in that jar to do. I might even pick one out just to get stuff done.

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.

Girls Night and Yoga

Daddy was gone so much during June that Stella and I decided we needed some good girl time. We put Malcolm to bed a little earlier than usual and ate a bunch of crap while watching some movies. We sort of do this a lot anyway, but somehow candy makes it more of a special occasion.

I tried to do yoga on Saturday morning, but the kids woke up and made it nearly impossible. It's more fun this way though.

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.