Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Christmas 2012
   Today is the day after Christmas.  We had a great Christmas, as always we are blessed.  Scott was able to have Christmas Eve day and Christmas day off, he usually does and I just wanted to take a minute to recognize that we are blessed in that area.  I know so many families have to sacrifice time with their loved ones for their jobs.  I am very greatful that we have always had him home with us on Christmas.  Scott's parents got to go to Oregon this year so we stayed at my moms all day.  She was probably tired of us by the time the day was over.  Christmas Eve it is our tradition to go with my mom and dad to the graves.  We visit Amy's and both sets of my grandparents, one in Ogden and one in Layton.  This year it was snowing so we decided not to venture out with them (it didn't end up snowing as much as it was going we probably could have gone.)  We did meet them at Amy's grave and take her a little flower.  I still hate that I have to visit her grave instead of HER.  We then all met at my mom's and had pizza and played games with the kids and Kristin and Jeremy.  My kids were CRAZY with excitement, which is fun but can be draining, I wouldn't want it any other way though.  I am dreading the day when I don't have little excited kids waiting for Santa to come.  Hopefully by that time I will have grandkids???  I am pretty sure that this is the last year that Zack will allow us to continue to believe that he believes in Santa.  I think he has been questioning for some time now, but has not come right out and said it.  It's sad to me how fast he has grown up.  Jacob was not feeling good at my mom's so we came home not super early but earlier then we would have normally.  As soon as we walked in the door, he went upstairs to get his jammies on and was standing at the top of the stairs RIGHT NEXT TO THE BATHROOM and threw up all down the stairs :(  I kept telling him to go in the bathroom (at least then he wouldn't have stunk up the carpet) but he was so freaked out about it that he didn't quite know what to do...None of the kids have thrown up for years we have been very lucky in that sense.  Poor kid was so upset that he was sick on Christmas Eve, but he went to bed and felt much better on Christmas morning.  Scott and I waited for the kids to go to bed....meaning of course that what we really were waiting for was for Zack to go to sleep (which he always seems to have a hard time doing)  In some ways I think our lives on Christmas will be easier when he finally does admit that he no longer believes in Santa just for the simple fact that we can get some sleep!  After he was asleep we called my dad who brought down Emma's kitchen and we pulled the rest of the stuff out.  I just had a hysterectomy and my appendix out two weeks ago so by this time I could hardly lift my legs to walk I was hurting so much.  The kids woke up on Christmas morning and had a great Christmas.  Zack's big gift from Santa was a Nintendo DS 3  and Jacob's was a Nook. They were both really excited about what they got,  Emma was happy with her kitchen and has been "cooking" in it ever since.  Zack now wants to take his D.S. back to get a we will see what we can do.  Scott's big gift was a "retro style" ATARI...from the olden days as Zack would say.  My big gift was a sewing machine.  I am sooooooooo excited!

Monday, December 17, 2012

Today Scott and I did something that was very hard.  Along with the rest of the country we sent our kids back to school.  It was hard because of the school shooting that happened in Conneticut on Friday.  So many lives were taken....AT SCHOOL.  School is supposed to be a safe place for them, and I probably sound so naive, but a school shooting at an ELEMENTARY school is something that honestly isn't anything I have worried about until now.  I know there have been other school shootings and each of them are horrible.  Every time there has been one, I have cried and mourned for the lives that were lost.  This time though it was different.  I have BABIES in elementary school.  It hit me hard.  To think that someone could just go in and decide to end so many lives in a split second baffles me.  So yes, today was a hard day for me.  I watched the clock every minute waiting not so paitiently for MY babies to arrive SAFELY home.  I pray to God that they come home safe EVERY DAY.  My heart truly goes out to the families of the victims of Friday's shooting.  Christmas is just around the corner, and my heart breaks to think that they already have presents bought and probably wrapped for kids who will never get to open them.  I don't know how they will go on.  I hope they know that their babies are being protected.  I hope that they know that they WILL see their children again.  I hope that they know that their kids are in the loving arms of our Saviour.  It's not an easy thing to just trust that everything will be ok all of the time.  Stories like this cause more anxiety in me then I ththink even I realize.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

It sure doesn't seem possible, but somehow this kid decided to grow up on us!


I can't believe that he is 10 years old already.  It seems like just yesterday that I was bringing him home from the hospital, then suddenly he turned into this little adult who THIS school year will be attending the maturation videos (with his DAD!)  Zack for the most part is a sweet kid, but does have his moments, and is perfecting the art of sassing his parents, getting annoyed by his sister and driving his brother CrAzY!
     I don't even know if he realizes most of the time how noisy he is...but he has a sound affect for just about EVERYTHING!  He is constantly singing at the dinner table and NEVER seems to stop talking!  There is always a story to be told it seems.  When I asked his scout leader how he did at camp, she replied, "he did great...but MAN that kid can TALK!"  (That's when I knew she was telling me the truth!)  Zack has always been such a loveable kid and at 10 that continues, he is so sweet with Emma...every time she cries he goes running.  He continues to give me at LEAST 15 hugs a day which I LOVE!  
     For his birthday this year he asked for the books Moby Dick, and The adventures of Sherlock Holmes, sure do hope he will be able to read them!  He is so smart I am sure he can do it.  This year Zack played on a baseball team with Jacob and they won the CHAMPIONSHIP!  So fun.  Zack is very interested in art at the moment and has quite a talent for it so for his birthday we enrolled him in art camp, he is super excited.  At ten Zack's favorite foods are Mac and Cheese...still.  Peanut Butter and jelly sandwiches, his dad's famous pancakes, HAMBURGER AND RICE (which he now knows how to cook) hamburgers on the grill and lasagna.  He loves to go eat at the Spagetti Factory in SLC and LOVES to go to the movies.  He always knows when the movies are coming out and makes sure to tell us.  He loves his cousins and got to spend time with the "Oregon bunch" this summer.  He loves anything that involves a video game and MANY times I have caught him sneaking in the house to play them.  One sunday in Sacrament recently he asked me if he could "read the friend" on my Ipod, and when I looked down at him, he was playing ANGRY birds....kind of made his mama and dad ANGRY also, so Scott "attempted" to take him out to the hall to talk to him about it and he refused to go....when you are a 10 yr. old 56 lb.'s a little harder to just pick him up and take him out...we made quite the scene in church that day ha ha ha!
     Zack is pretty funny too.  He is often cracking jokes that make us giggle.  We sure are lucky to have such a fun little boy who is growing up way too fast.  Pretty soon he will be in college and off on a mission as he so often reminds me...Kind of (REALLY) makes me tear up just thinking about it~!

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Ya BABY!!!

     SHE PEED!!!!  In the toilet!!!  Wahoo!  Again for journaling, I am recording silly things that nobody else will care about but me (and probably Scott).  Yesterday I decided to give Emma a bath for the first time in a few days...NO it's not really like that...She HAS had showers, just NOT baths!  Are you caught up or confused yet?  Good, me too~!  Anywhoo...I have been tramuatizing Emma with showers because she has been tramautizing me with baths....basically, she poops IN THE TUB.  It is so gross and I am just not a mom that deals well with that kind of ikiness, therefore, she has been taking showers (and hating every second of it).  She asked me for a bath yesterday (Feb. 29, 2012) and I just couldn't turn her cute little face down yet again so I did what all good mama's do and gave right in to her demands ;) .  Before she was allowed to get in the tub, we had a very long conversation (mostly one sided) about how IF she needed to go to the bathroom, she needed to do it in the toilet.  And IF she pooped in the tub...she would NOT be allowed back in the tub again.  So I put her on the toilet and we read a book, and YAY for her she peed for the very first time in the toilet!!  I was so excited I jumped right up and got her a treat.  THEN when she was in the tub and had been for about 10 minutes, she looked up at me and said MOM...POTTY!  She climbed out of the tub, hopped onto the toilet and DID IT AGAIN!!!  So proud of my baby!!! 
yep it was leap day, hmmmm......does this mean she will be peeing in the toilet once every four years?  Sure hope not!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012


    I know that my last entry was so depressing.  I have been thinking about that since I wrote it down.  There are so many things that I just don't say out loud and for a long time, being so upset about my back and feeling absolutley hopeless has been one of them.  I am trying to come to the conculsion that for whatever reason, right now having my back hurt the way it does all the time is just something that I NEED to deal with and learn from.  I am a true believer that EVERYTHING happens for a REASON.  Despite the message that my last entry put out there, I really am fine.  Yes, my back hurts...but No it is not the end of the world, and I refuse to let the negative thoughts destroy me.  I found this "LIST" quite a while ago, and thought it would be nice to write it down.  So here goes, this is my gratitude list.  I think everyone should try this.  These are in no paticular order, and certainly not the only things I am thankful for.
  #1.  Name ten physical abilities you are greatful for.
          ~The ability to see
          ~The ability to hear
          ~The ability to move (even if it causes pain and I am slow doing it.)
          ~The ability to do taste
          ~The ablility to DRIVE
          ~The ability to have babies (I know so many GOOD people who can't)
          ~The ablity to hold and kiss my babies
          ~The ability to change my daughter's diapers (yes...I really am greatful for this)
          ~The ability to do my own hair
          ~The ability to do my own makeup

#2.  Name ten material posessions you are greatful for.
          ~My house
          ~My wedding ring
          ~My Van
          ~My husband's car
          ~My dishwasher
          ~My microwave
          ~My deep freezer
          ~Cute clothes (that fit well and make me feel good about myself)
          ~My T.V.
          ~My D.V.R. (so that when I miss my favorite shows, I can still watch them!)
                (and yes...I know my ancestors are rolling in their graves right now!)

#3.  Name 10 Living people you are greatful for.
                       REALLY...Only 10???  I could name a thousand!
          ~My husband
          ~My parents
          ~My sisters and brother's in law
          ~My neices and nephews (Kyle, Tyler, K.D., Jaxon and Chloe)
          ~His parents
          ~His sister & Brother in law
          ~My kid's teacher's
          ~Thomas S. Monson
                 Yes I know this was more then ten...but REALLY?  Only 10?

#4.  Name 10 deceased people you are greatful for.
                  Again, only 10?  Every single person I list was simply AMAZING.
          ~Amy (my sister, who in death, has taught me so much about life)
          ~Dana (there just are no words.)
          ~Grandma H. (who ALWAYS knew how to make me laugh)
          ~Grandpa H.
          ~Grandma Mc.
          ~Grandpa Mc.
          ~Grandma D.
          ~Grandma and Grandpa B. (who loved and accepted me from day 1)
          ~Joseph Smith
          ~Pres. Hinkley

#5.  Name ten things about nature you are greatful for.
          ~BEAUTIFUL sunsets
          ~The Oceans
          ~Pretty flowers (escpecially lilies, sunflowers and roses.)
          ~Fall leaves and colors
          ~Beautiful snowstorms (as long as everyone is safe and home.)
          ~Little streams

#6.  Name ten things about today.
                        (I took this literally)
          ~A quiet morning
          ~Lunch with a friend :)
          ~Emma sleeping
          ~Boys coming home from school with lots of stories to tell
          ~My daily phone call from my Scottie
          ~The opportunity to eat a meal as a family
          ~The ability to take my own children to school today and everyday.
          ~Emma playing right next to me (yep..she woke up)
          ~That Kristin's babies are still living healthily inside her tummy!

#7.  Name ten places on earth that you are greatful for.
          ~HAWAII!  (of course)
          ~St. George
          ~Morgan (who knew?)
          ~ALL of the temples
          ~Temple square in S.L.C.
          ~My husband's arms
          ~Right here where I sit :)

#8.  Name ten modern inventions that you are greatful for.
          ~A garage door opener
          ~My chi (flat iron for my hair)
          ~Cell phones
          ~Caller I.D.
          ~Digital Camera

#9.  Name ten foods you are greatful for
          ~BBCUE Chicken Pizza (Who knew?)
          ~Hawaiian Haystacks
          ~Ham and Funeral Potatoes
          ~Roast Beef
          ~Baked Potatoes
          ~Candy...(Yes it is considered food)
          ~Fair food...example, cotton candy, Scones, Choc. dipped bannanas etc.
          ~FRESH vegetables
          ~Thanksgiving dinner!

#10.  Name 10 things about people you are greatful for.
          ~Caring hearts
          ~A friend who listens
          ~A shoulder to cry on
          ~A sense of humor
          ~Willingness to help when needed...
          ~When someone is in tune with the spirit and LISTENS to those promptings

Wednesday, December 21, 2011


Warning: this post is strictly my journal and for that reason, IF I want to throw myself a pity party I will.  If you are not interested, nobody is asking you to read it.
     My cousin just had his back operated on, they told him he should have come and done it years ago, He is on the mend already walking and back to work.  His recovery time will be about 3 months.  My next door neighbor was telling me that her mom just scheduled a back surgery, her recovery will be a bit longer 3-6 months.  I could sit here and list every single person I know that has had back surgery and done just fine with the recovery, it would be a very long list.  Don't get me wrong, I am happy for these people, I am happy that they have some HOPE of their backs getting better, yes I understand that it may never completely heal, but it will get better then it is right now for them.  I have been in a weird place in my head for months now.  It is starting to affect my life and the way that I look at things.  My back has been horrible for years, it started in jr. high and continues to get progressively worse.  I have been to LOTS of doctors to see if there is anything that can be done to help me.  I have been told that I need a back fusion which is what my parents had done.  The first time I was told this was when Jacob was about 3 months old (he is now 8).  I was at my mom's house and I went to change his diaper, I was in the hallway by the kitchen, when I bent over to wipe him, my back went out BAD.  I couldn't move, all I could do was lay there and cry because I was in so much pain.  I layed there until my dad was able to come home and help me get up to the bed, the whole time I was in excruciating pain, it took all I had to get to that bed, and even then, the pain did not ease up.  I was taken to St. Marks hospital to see this one highly recommended doctor.  It was one of the LONGEST and most painful car rides of my life.  The doc. ordered an M.R.I. then came in to tell me what he saw.  Basically the jist of it was that my back had several herniated discs, and some bulging discs, also arthritis and disc degeneration.  He told me that I needed a fusion, however he was unwilling to perform the surgery based on my age (I was 25 yrs old).  I stayed in the hospital for 1 week, during that time they pumped me full of pain meds, scheduled me for lots of injections and set me up with a pain doctor to manage my pain (give me pain medicine.)
     Since that time, I have been to several doctors (who have all given me the same treatment) I have done more injections than I could count, and I have been with a pain clinic to help monitor my pain.  I have tried physical therapy, I have done massage therapy and I have spent an outrageous amount of money at the pharmacy each month, not to mention all the copays.  I was actually even scheduled for surgery at one point, but couldn't follow through because I found out I was pregnant with my sweet Emma.  After I had Emma, I went back in to the doctor that WAS going to do my surgery.  I re-did all of the things that they asked me to do, paid more money to have more tests done, paid more money to do more injections, paid more money to fill the prescriptions that they wrote and through all of this, I still hurt like Hell.  Don't get me wrong, I know this is by far not the worst thing a person could go through.  I do understand that I have so much to be grateful for, and I am grateful and aware of my blessings.  I guess I just wish that I had some hope.  Right now, hope is something that is not a part of my life.  I have been told by so many doctors that my back situation is something that is bad, yet they are unwilling to try and do something to fix it.  For most of my life, I have been avoiding back surgery like the plague, but now I just feel like I am ready to try that option because right now, I am miserable.  Every single day, there is something that I am afraid to do, because I am afraid to hurt my back.  I am afraid to bend over and pick up my baby, for fear that I won't be able to get up.  I have stopped doing pretty much everything that I love doing.  I used to love to ski, I can't ski because if I fell it could be VERY bad.  I love to go the movies, but now it is hard to sit for that long.  Even church (especially church) I am MISERABLE when I am there, if I do sit there for the full three hours, it is only because I have taken a pain pill to help get me through it.  Pain pills scare me.  I have seen people who I love get addicted to pain pills.  It is a scary dark world that I do not want to enter.  I have seen a mother become so addicted to them that she doesn't seem to even want to be a mom anymore.  I am so afraid of that life.  That is not what I want for myself or my family.
     Scott and I recently went to a doctor, we explained everything from beginning to end with my back.  Scott said to the doctor, "You need to understand that she is feeling hopeless."  Want to know what he said?  He looked directly at me and said, "don't feel hopeless".  I told him I did, and he just said "well, don't"  Follow up with me in 2 months.  I am really glad that I am not the type of person that would ever consider suicide because if I was, and that is what he had told me, I don't think there would have been anything holding me back from making that choice.  Am I depressed?  Probably.  Wouldn't you be?  Imagine how you would feel if on a scale of 1-10 with 1 being no pain, and 10 being the worst you have ever felt, imagine if you ran on a 7-8 most days.  Imagine that you never got down past a 5.  I used to be a fun person who loved to do fun things, I loved to ski, I loved to Rollerblade, I loved to jump on a trampoline, I loved to go down water slides, or rent a wave runner for the day, or shop for hours and hours.  Now, I lay in my bed A LOT.  The things I used to love to do, I am afraid to do them because I can't afford for my back to hurt more then it already does.  And every doctor that I talk to doesn't seem to understand that I in a sense, have stopped LIVING.  I am so tired of not having any hope that this will get better at some point.  I am 34 years old, I should be able to do things that other people get to do, even just dumb everyday stuff.  I am so tired of worrying about switching over my laundry and wondering if that is what is going to hurt me.  Every doctor that I talk to tells me to avoid the following things, don't bend, twist, or lift.  Well that is pretty much impossible when you have kids, especially little kids.  I have basically been told that this is just how it's gonna be.  I just wish someone would take a chance and TRY to fix it.  I just can not imagine living the rest of my life this way.  It's depressing.  Yesterday, I went down to an elementary school to judge a science fair to help out a friend.  I stood for about 2 hours looking at the displays and talking with the kids.  Does that sound hard to you?  NOPE, it shouldn't have been, but it was.  The whole time I was standing there, I was in pain.  I came home and laid down for a few hours after.  I just want to feel like there is a light at the end of the tunnel and I don't.  This doesn't just affect me, it also affects those around me.  It has taken a toll on my marriage.  My kids view me as someone who doesn't know how to have fun, and I am more then certain that there are people who just think I am making it worse then it actually is.  I am in no way comparing my struggles with people who have cancer I know that they have soooooo much more to deal with, but they at least have OPTIONS.  I wish that I could choose which treatment plan I will do, but I don't get that luxury.  It is so easy for someone to say, well just exercise and lose weight and you will feel so much better...NO REALLY???  Do they honestly think that I don't know that?  How does one go about exercising when in so much pain?  Or maybe I'm not in pain when I start, but I can guarantee that I will be in pain (for days) when I am done.  I just want  somebody to tell me that it will all be OK, that I don't need to live the remainder of my life like this.  I want options.  I want HOPE.

Monday, December 19, 2011


Here is some catch up for the last few weeks. 
     Cindy, Matt and the kids were able to come visit for Thanksgiving this year!  We always love it when they get to come.  Poor Matt was REALLY sick on the way down here their arrival was met with a trip to the emergency room for him, I won't get into details about all of that except to say that we are all so glad he is ok!  Kyle and Tyler got to spend quite a few nights at our house, the boys all love sleepovers, I'm not sure how they enjoyed themselves with 4 big little boys in one very small bedroom....but they didn't seem to mind.  When you only get to see your cousins once, maybe twice a year anything is fun as long as they are all together.
     I'm not sure how we did it, but we managed to fit 16 people into our house again for Turkey day.  It's fun to watch everyone come together to break a little bread.  We had way to much food as usual.  While the fam. was in town the boys watched movies, played the wii, stunk up the house, played the wii, went to nickel cade, played the wii....oh and did I mention the boys played the wii, A LOT!  I loved seeing my little nephews and my adorable niece, I wish they lived closer, who knows..maybe someday I will live closer to them...Kyle was so cute, he was trying to ask me a question and he turned all red and looked at me and said, ummmm....I forgot your name!  LOL he was soooo embarrassed, can't really blame him though, everyone has a little brain fart once in a while!  I felt bad because it clearly embarrassed him but I wasn't worried about it.
     The day before Thanksgiving we had some groceries to get so Kristin and I headed off to Walmart with the kiddos, as we were leaving I noticed Zack's hair looked awful, it was really long and he had bed head so I made him go in the house to get a hat, as he was running into the house he tripped and fell on the concrete steps leading into our house.  I should have known right then that he was hurt because Zack is not one to cry when he gets hurt.  He will cry for emotional reasons, but usually is VERY tough when it comes to physical pain.  He cried...but I was in such a HURRY that I told him to man up.  I was sure he was ok.  He kept telling me that his foot was hurting as we were walking through Walmart.  Kristin and I just kept telling him to keep up with us as he hobbled along, (in my defense, he is a bit a LOT of a hypochondriac).  We also took him to the Dollar tree with us where he had to walk some more.  When we got home, Zack and Jacob went downstairs to watch a movie and about 1/2 hour or so later, Jacob came upstairs to tell me that Zack was crying.  I went downstairs and he said his foot was hurting.  I took his shoe off and took his sock off to find bruising, and LOTS of swelling. CRAP.  Took him into the insta care and sure enough, his ankle was BROKEN :(  Who knows if it was broken from the fall, or from his MEAN mom who made him walk all over the place!  He is fine now, had to wear a boot for a few weeks, but he is good as new!
     Somehow despite my PLEADING with her to not grow up to fast, my sweet baby decided to have another birthday.  Emma turned two.  I really hate that time goes so fast,it seems like yesterday that we were bringing her home and now she is big, her hair is long, and she has learned how to tell me "NO".  It's a really good thing that Kristin is having TWO babies because my arms just need to hold a baby to keep me grounded.  At two years old, Emma weighs 22lbs. and 3 oz.  Yes she is still so tiny and precious!  They always tell me she is tall and skinny...let's hope that is always the case for her.  I honestly don't know how she is so skinny, she is ALWAYS eating!  She will eat ANYTHING you put in front of her.  Emma understands everything you say to her, but she is still not talking a whole lot.  Here are the words that she says.
  No, mom, dad, phone, Zack, Jakie, ball, kitty, eat, drink, night night (so cute) Dora, Landy (Landon, the boy I babysit)BABY, MINE, ba bye, grandpa (bump pa)Peek a boo (peep a boo) Sorry, Jamie (mom to the kids I babysit)go, hi, book, shoe, outside. 
     I may have missed a few, but I think I got most of them.  At two years old she still has all three boys tightly wrapped around her little finger (and maybe mom too), somehow, I don't think that will ever change.  She LOVES to play with her babies, she is a pro!  She loves to be chased (like Zack), she loves to watch Dora the Explorer, LOVES taking a bath, still sits fairly good while I do her hair, she is soooo into makeup, she loves to play with mine.  She loves to play with the cell phones too.  She was in a dance class where she learned how to do a somersault.  She really LOVES to go bu bye, I almost have to leave every day to go anywhere just so she can sit in the car and look around.  She really does get quite unhappy with things if we don't go at least once, and I am more than happy to indulge her on this because pretty soon she will be in school and I don't want to have any regrets!  Emma LOVES LOVES LOVES her Grandpa's.  I think they may also be a little bit wrapped around her other finger :)  She loves to go down the slides, and she loves to swing and jump on the trampoline.  She blows kisses.  When I try to lay her down for nap time, she will put her legs up so I can't get the blanket on, this is a game we play EVERY DAY, and it results in both of us giggling.  She likes to color.  She likes to ride her big wheel.  We sure do love our baby girl, even though she won't humor me and stay little forever!