Sunday, August 16, 2020

 April 20/27 2020

The Era of COVID-19

Well, we thought we were in the clear at the end of March when Gabe got better and then bam, Joseph got sick.  And then again a couple weeks later I got sick and then a few days later it hit Sierra. I got tested pretty quick for COVID and it came back negative. But I was SO SICK. The sickest I've been in my life. I couldn't speak at times because I would cough so bad. I couldn't even sit outside at the worst because the outside air would trigger my cough and I couldn't catch my breath. Sleeping was impossible. And I had the worst chest pain and sore throat. And so much fatigue and weakness. If I was a betting woman I would've said I had COVID. 

I tried a lot of homeopathy and OTC medications and finally ended up with an inhaler to try to help. I finally took Sierra into the pediatrician to get tested for strep, COVID (they lost her test so who knows), and flu but all were either negative or lost (thanks TESTUtah). She ended up with an inhaler too because her lungs were so tight. 

We measured our oxygen levels via pulse ox and they were fine but I could barely take care of myself, not to mention cook and clean for 5 kids due to the weakness and coughing. Thank goodness I had the girls to help, a few neighbors dropped off groceries, and my mom dropped off dinner one night. I didn't leave the house much for 2 weeks although I did go along with Eric to pickup takeout one night, and get gas.  

Just as Sierra and I thought we were recovered, Bella came down with something similar. She was also tested for COVID and it came back negative. She was not as sick as us but was pretty fatigued and wiped out with a cough for a week. By then it was the end of May and that was the week we had a VRBO with a pool reserved in St. George so we just up and packed and quarantined ourselves there.  After 2 months of being stuck at home it was a welcome change of scenery. 

The crazy thing was that Eric and baby T never got sick!? What a blessing! And also so amazing! Eric did sleep in a different room for about a week and got up with Thomas when I was at my sickest to help try to prevent this but still it is amazing. There's the theory it may have to do with blood type . .  and this could hold true as COVID is more asymptomatic in certain blood types.  Who knows. 

All I know is that we were sooo sick and about every 2 weeks it hit another person in the family. . . 

Something I do not want to relive. Thank goodness for modern medicine. And for the tender mercies of the Lord manifested such as my sweet neighbor Melissa who tried to doctor me from afar and arrange/send me whatever I needed at the time.  

There have been some blessings (change of pace, more time with my family/kids) and some realizations (simplifying, greater focus on our family, etc.) that I would not wish away. But I do look forward to the day when we will not have to mask up every time we leave the house. 

Now to the first week of school starting back up after 5 months!

Highs & Lows

Highs and Lows

I have been feeling pretty low lately so I decided to think about all the highs. SO I REMEMBER, this last week:

        Lows                                                                                      Highs

Gabe got an ear infection           >                                   We are able to take care of our healthcare   
                                                                                                             needs
Gabes ear infection got worse                                       We are able to Rx a different antibiotic
& so he switched to a second antibiotic
J got croup                                                                      T is amazingly still not sick
J started the house on fire                                               B was able to put the burning blanket out and                                                                                              prevent more damage
J urinated on the front porch                                           At least it was outside
J has started to strip down to his underwear
multiple times a day saying he is hot                              At least he has clean underwear
Paycuts at work                                                               I got a new job!! & E has fridays off!
G has been quarantined from friends for    >                    G was able to go on a bike ride with a friend
     a cough for 2 weeks                                                           finally!
We are now under a stay at home order                          I was able to stock up at Costco before the                                                                                                   stay at home order came out
We miss seeing our friends and family                           We have technology that helps with FT & MP
 Both my sis in UT have been sick                                  So far it seems my Gma and both our parents                                                                                              are healthy from COVID-19
The girls miss seeing their friends                                   They were able to have a late night together
                                                                                               and watch "Here Comes the BOOM" haha
I miss my workout group                                                 I was able to run the bleachers at the HS
                                                                                               twice this week
I miss playing basketball once a week                             I had fun throwing the football around with G
                                                                                                in the rain
Its been cold                                                                      G built a snowman that the whole

                                                                                                  neighborhood enjoyed
I've been having a hard time with this whole sit              I had one of the most amazing experiences
                                                                                                  with a neighborhood group on Zoom
                                                                                                   doing a healing/meditation experience
Stay at home school takes a lot of my time                    The kids teachers have been so helpful trying
                                                                                                   streamline things
T's baby curls are gone                                                    The girls loved getting their hair cut

3/27/2020

Friday, March 27, 2020

For my Journal

So, here's a little update from our fam since I think it's been a while.

We are all pretty well here besides the usual winter coughs and sniffles. Eric is super busy with work and leaving for a conference this week where the weather is currently 84 degrees. Unfortunately he will spend most of his time presenting and standing by his poster. Enough said. I feel like when I'm by myself I am nonstop from about 6 am til 9 pm with the 3 kids and maintaining our household. I've done 6 loads of laundry today alone and still have some dang dishes staring at me. I have also been subbing as the Primary chorister and have gone to church by myself for 4 weeks in a row due to Eric's work schedule. I am also trying to start running and prevent a right rotator cuff injury by switching Gabe to my left arm. Enough said.

Gabe: 6 months, 27 + lbs (insert rotator cuff injury for mom). In the last few days Gabe cut his first tooth, started finger foods (he bats the baby food spoon), sits by himself, got 4 shots (so did Bella for kindergarten), is grabbing and scooting (not crawling) into everything, and has been taking 1/2 hour naps and crying when I put him down (separation anxiety?) so that adds to it. But everything is a phase. Just last week he was fine. I just have to put everything little away and get out the 24 month clothes when I have a chance. Luckily he has gotten used to being the favorite good luck charm as he gets his head rubbed about 50 times a day by his sisters.

Bella: 5, 50+ lbs. Pretty awesome right now. I've decided 5 is a very fun age. She is very obedient and inquisitive. She is really into learning Spanish lately and chose that over a dance, swimming, karate, or preschool class. She doesn't want me to tell her what words mean, just use them. She also loves reading "science books" about animals. Sharks are the latest. She also chose to watch a nature DVD tonight on Reptiles over any other fun DVD (Incredibles, princess movies, etc.) that we have. She said she still wants to be an ice cream maker and nurse. But I'm thinking future biologist? She thinks if she has good behavior she will earn a dog. I said maybe when it warms up we will babysit (foster) one. MAYBE. She also wants to have a garage sale to earn some money.

Sierra: 3, see Gabe's stats. LOL. Turning into quite the little girl too. She tells us she is Lulu, Alice, Baby or Sierra, depending on her mood. She is full of questions like her big sister about how things work. Right now she asks lots of questions about blood. It probably doesn't help she watched Grey's Anatomy with me last week. ;) She is fully potty trained, in a big girl bed, reading chapter books at bedtime with mom and dad, a lot more obedient, and no more paci (thanks to the paci fairy). And naps have returned. Yay. She also got a big bike with training wheels and had her first swimming lesson on Monday. She maintains she will be a pilot when she grows up.

As you can tell it's been a busy month for our family.

Originally published Feb 2012

Is This True?

"You may feel yourself harassed as you struggle through the days with children, but you are living the happiest and most golden years of your life. As you tuck them into their beds, please be kind to them. Let them hear a kind voice amid all the angry, vile voices they will hear throughout life. Let there be an anchor to which these little ones can turn when all else fails. The Lord help you so to do." Harold B. Lee

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Fourth Child

Nothing much sweeter than a drowsy 6 month old nuzzles in nursing during his last feed of the evening.  Just me and little J.  He may be my last baby so I have to soak it in.

Friday, April 21, 2017

So I remember

 a powerful quote from Chieko Okazaki from her book "Lighten Up": 
"My dear sisters, the gospel is the good news that can free us from guilt. We know that Jesus experienced the totality of mortal existence in Gethsemane. It’s our faith that he experienced everything—absolutely everything…That means he knows what it felt like when your mother died of cancer — how it was for your mother, how it still is for you. He knows what it felt like to lose the student body election. He knows that moment when the brakes locked and the car started to skid. He experienced the slave ship sailing from Ghana toward Virginia. He experienced the gas chambers at Dachau. He experienced napalm in Vietnam. He knows about drug addiction and alcoholism. Let me go further: there is nothing you have experienced as a woman that he does not also know and recognize. On a profound level, he understands about the hunger to hold your baby that sustains you through pregnancy. He understands both the physical pain of giving birth and the immense joy. He knows about PMS and cramps and menopause. He understands about rape and infertility and abortion. His last recorded words to his disciples were, “And, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.” (Matthew 28:20)
What does that mean? It means he understands your mother-pain when your five year-old leaves for kindergarten, when a bully picks on your fifth-grader, when your daughter calls to say that the new baby has Down’s Syndrome.  He knows your mother-rage when a trusted babysitter sexually abuses your two year-old, when someone gives your thirteen year-old drugs, when someone seduces your seventeen year-old.  He knows the pain you live with when you come home to a quiet apartment where the only children who ever come are visitors, when you hear that your former husband and his new wife were sealed in the temple last week, when your fiftieth wedding anniversary rolls around and your husband has been dead for two years.  He knows all that.  He’s been there.  He’s been lower than all that. …
He’s not waiting for us to be perfect.  Perfect people don’t need a Savior.  He came to save us in our imperfections.  He is the Lord of the living, and the living make mistakes.  He’s not embarrassed by us, angry at us, or shocked.  He wants us in our brokenness, in our unhappiness, in our guilt and our grief."

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Processing the Craziness

So I haven't written FOREVER. If there are any readers still, here ya go.

It's been a crazy year.

1 year ago today we found out that Eric's beloved brother--his best friend--had taken his own life. Previous to that our life had been crazy enough with me in full time graduate school and Relief Society president plus normal family events and our 3 littles.  But that event really rocked both Eric and I.

Previous to that we were then approached with a job offer to be closer to family. We felt it was right but there were many details to work out. It was an exciting, stressful time.  And with all the extended family events we/I missed (farewells, weddings, funerals, etc.) in 2015 we knew it was time. We had done well in the Midwest. In fact, I LOVE the Midwest. But we needed to be closer to family. And we knew the job was right.  

We finally ironed out all the details and told our families we would be moving early in 2016.  I continued to pursue a frantic pace of keeping up with mothering, schooling, and churching. And in February I finally collapsed in a yoga class (one of my solaces). I was diagnosed with strep twice until they figured out I had mono. It wiped me out.  I was so exhausted.

March 2016 came as did our search for a new casa. We found one over Spring break (mostly Eric did this with me still recovering) and completed the purchase in April. By then I finally told the Bishop (our ecclesiastical leader) that I could no longer be RS president. I just physically couldn't. And I felt guilty for admitting that--but it was true. It was the week our house in Illinois was to go up on the market.  And then like that I was laying in bed texting on a Sunday morning and a friend told me she wanted to buy our house (without a realtor). We had put in all the work to get it ready and even planted flowers the previous night. But not having to list it with a realtor was a Godsend. A tender mercy.

So our home entered contract in April.

I graduated in May.

I studied for boards and packed and organized all summer. And finally July 15 I took my national board exam. The next week we moved to Utah.

And then life really hit.

My mom was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer in June and had emergency surgery the week I moved out to Utah. I was staying at their home (since our stuff had not yet arrived for our home) and I visited the hospital, held down the fort at my parents', and tried to move in by myself while Eric finished up work in Illinois.

Oh yah, and I was so sick and pregnant. Baby boy due January 2017. So sick all summer. So tired.

Anyhow, Eric arrived July 30th and I was so relieved. It was such an emotional, worrisome time with my mom's health.

And from that time on life is still going at a frantic pace. Hallelujiah I am no longer in school and no longer RS president but we just found out Eric's mom is having open heart surgery in December and my dad is having surgery next week.  My Mom is doing chemo. We are adjusting. Moving is hard. Eric has a new job. He is busy and has a lot of demands placed on him from that. And now I am just trying to process this all and stay the rock. . . We have new callings/church responsibilities. And I am finally not so sick.

But I am crumbling. It has been such a hard year. Just too much.

So welcome to my journal. To my processing. I am creating SPACE. And trying to hold on for dear life. Love to any of you who are reading.

And Steve, we miss you more than you know.

Hugs,
R    

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Recovery

An essay from how I felt about 1 year ago:

Labor. Delivery. Now RECOVERY.

Recovery can come in different forms depending on the trauma inflicted—physical, emotional, or mental. I have been in a recovery room several times throughout my life—as a student, a nurse, a patient, and a mother. In the PACU (post-anesthesia care unit) some patients wake up thrashing and disoriented while others are peaceful and drowsy. My 2 year old cried and cried as I held her, while my 4 year old just kept asking for food and tried to escape. Some have flashbacks or hallucinations such as the vet who kept having flashbacks to traumatic experiences in Vietnam. Flashbacks to intern year. Disoriented by this transition phase from training to “it gets better.”

After carrying, laboring, and delivering my first baby after a complicated pregnancy I felt a real toll on my body and psyche. Once home from the hospital, I told DrH “everything hurts: my butt, my boobs, my back, my tummy. Everything.” That recovery was painful and the emotional recovery lasted months. But with my other two children recovery was a much different (and better) experience.  
I guess I am trying to say that RECOVERY is a personal, unique experience but it is something that we all have to go through as a transition period from the labor/surgery/procedure.
For us, that labor period has been that past 11+ years since I married my young, ambitious, pre-med do-gooder. He finally finished up fellowship in July & started his first “real” job in August! We MADE IT! WE are DONE! The light at the end of the tunnel is finally here?!!

ALMOST.

It has taken a toll on me/us as I never imagined. DrH has lost his hair. We have both lost our youth. And we have huge debt hanging over our heads thanks to out of state tuition. But, we have made some amazing friends, lived in unknown places, and learned loads I don’t think we would have any other way. Journey would be an understatement.

Through it all, I held onto my vision of the light at the end of the tunnel. I HAD TO. And as DrH graduated from residency and then fellowship, I thought I was “there”—finally. Better hours, bigger paycheck, better location, less debt, etc. And it’s true, some of these dreams are becoming realizations. But now that we are “Done”, I realize there were a few more steps I couldn’t see from my perspective below.

It’s called RECOVERY.

We are in a new state. New job. He is the new guy. We are adjusting. Again. New friends, new schools, older kids, stereotypes of DrW. Lots of NEW and lots of Firsts. Trying to figure out how our expected paycheck can dwindle so fast to taxes, insurances, and loans. How he can help shape the practice he has joined into one that he would like to stay with long term. How I overnight became labeled a DrW and all the expectations that go with that. Trying to make new friends, reminiscing about old ones, and processing where we came from and where we want to go.
Life is full of transitions. And sometimes this change is tough. As we have all learned. But we are recovering. We are almost there.

Almost.

“If nothing ever changed there’d be no butterflies.”

Post note (1/11/2015): I now feel like we are almost out of the recovery phase . . . 

Friday, June 13, 2014

Quote of the day

"There comes a time in the affairs of men,” he said, “when they must prepare to defend, not their homes alone, but the tenets of faith and humanity on which their churches, their governments, and their very civilization are founded. The defense of religion, of democracy, and of good faith among nations is all the same fight. To save one we must now make up our minds to save all.” Franklin Roosevelt 

Monday, April 7, 2014

Quote of the Day

"No matter how deep our darkness, He is deeper still." Corrie ten Boom

Resiliency.


Thursday, October 24, 2013

This Is Your Brain on Exercise

An Article worth sharing: 


This Is Your Brain on Exercise (BYU FHSS Alumni Magazine, Fall 2013) 

By Paige Montgomery


From distance runners to recovering ICU patients, recent research suggests there are significant cognitive benefits for those who get up and move.


What drives a person to run 26.2 miles? Ask any serious runner and they’ll tell you their race started long before they arrived at the marathon start line. As the runners wait for the start call to sound, look for the hard-earned muscle lining their calves — definition carved out mile after mile in preparation for this one day. After training through scorching summer days and biting winter mornings, they stand, ready to sweat and ache and gasp once more.
Just as no two runners or training regiments are exactly alike, the factors that motivate marathon runners vary widely as well. Benjamin Ogles, dean of the College of Family, Home, and Social Sciences and professor of psychology, investigated the motivations of marathon runners with Professor Kevin Masters of the University of Colorado, Denver, hoping to understand the drive of these determined long-distance runners.“ It started with a dissertation that was done by Kevin Masters here at BYU,” Ogles explained. “As part of his study, he decided to ask the runners the reasons for their participation in a marathon. His original study was about hypnotic-like states in running, but after his dissertation we decided to continue looking at motives for running a marathon.”
To discover the driving force behind marathon runners, Ogles and Masters developed an instrument they could use to standardize the assessment of runners’ motives — the Motivations of Marathoners Scales (MOMS). After compiling responses from previous studies and cataloging new responses, they developed subscales with which to organize the feedback. The research revealed not only that people run marathons for a variety of reasons — physical health, recognition, personal goal achievement — but also that many of the respondents were motivated in part by perceived psychological benefits. Respondents attributed decreased anxiety, improved self-esteem and mood, and a heightened sense of life purpose to running.
Far from imaginary, these cognitive and psychological benefits are grounded in science, as Ramona Hopkins, professor of psychology, described in a recent review article on the effects of physical activity on the brain — and they occur after participating in a variety of activities.1 As the body becomes active, more blood and oxygen are delivered to the brain, increasing brain activity.
Brain 4.png 
As brain stimulation increases, so does cognitive function, resulting in several beneficial outcomes. “Physical activity and exercise stimulate many things in the brain,” Hopkins explained. “They reduce inflammatory markers, increase neurogenesis, and increase neurotransmitters. Movement increases oxygen and glucose delivery to the neurons, subsequently improving neuronal function in the brain, and improves cognitive function such as memory and attention as well.”
Not everyone is cut out to be a marathon runner, or even wants to be. But according to Hopkins, this level of extreme physical exertion is not necessary to reap the cognitive benefits of exercise. Research shows that even a moderate regimen can improve cognitive function. “Some of the studies that show benefits include walking three times a week for 30 minutes, which has shown to be beneficial in aging and slows the progression of Alzheimer’s disease,” Hopkins noted.2 “A study in older women in which they wore an ‘actigraph’ watch that measures movement found the women who moved more in their daily lives had better cognitive function than women who moved less.”3 While there is still no definite answer as to the amount of exercise required to support optimal cognitive function, research points to the idea that the most effective activities are likely aerobic, and data suggest that something as simple as a regular morning walk may be sufficient to improve brain health and cognitive function.
Perhaps more students and scholars would step out for a morning jog or walk if they understood physical activity’s impact on cognition. “Exercise is good for your brain, so if you exercise you think better and you’re cognitively sharp,” Hopkins said. “Exercise improves memory, it improves your ability to pay attention and focus, and it seems to improve your ability to think quickly — all of which can improve your ability to make decisions.” These effects aren’t just for the young and fit — in older individuals, research shows physical activity may slow the onset of dementia and other degenerative brain diseases.
Brain 5.pngExercise can also be a simple and potent treatment for depression. Hopkins referenced research showing that physical activity not only improves cognition, but also improves depression as effectively as antidepressant medication.4 A study investigated the effect of exercise on depression through a comparison of three groups: one that solely exercised, one that solely took antidepressant medication and one that did both. “The group with exercise had improvement in their depression similar to the groups that got antidepressants,” Hopkins said. “When you combined the two treatments, it didn’t have an additive effect — so it appears that exercise improves mood to a similar degree as antidepressant medication does.”
Despite the cognitive benefits of regular exercise, Hopkins said many clinical care providers recommend a “multi-pronged approach” for depressed patients including psychotherapy or cognitive behavioral therapy, antidepressants, as well as exercise. Even for individuals who don’t suffer from depression, exercise can turn around a sour mood — an effect scientists hypothesize is related to increased neurotransmitter levels and other biochemical effects in the brain.
For some, physical activity is more than a quest to sharpen the wits or carve the calve muscles — it’s a critical step on the path to recovering from brain injury and returning to normal life. “Many individuals who survive intensive care leave the hospital, but they have significant physical and cognitive impairments and psychiatric disorders including depression and anxiety or post-traumatic stress disorder,” Hopkins said. Hopkins cited current data that shows only half of individuals who were employed before being admitted into an ICU have successfully returned to work 12 months later. “We are trying to find some ways to reduce the post-ICU morbidities and given what we know in other populations — such as dementia, or chronic obstructive pulmonary disease — physical exercise or activity improves cognitive function, so we are hopeful it will do the same in survivors of critical illness.”
Young or old, healthy or recovering, science supports the indication that exercise impacts our mood and our ability to think. While marathon runners may be some of the first to note the cognitive benefits of physical activity, it doesn’t take an extreme feat to experience the effects.
Dean Ogles views his morning jog as a habit that positively impacts him both physically and mentally. “If I get up and go for a run at six in the morning, no matter how the day goes, I can always say at the end of the day, I did one good thing for myself,” Ogles said. “If it’s painful while I’m running, it just seems refreshing after. That is very much a motivation for me because I accomplished this one thing — I felt good after. It keeps me going.” Whatever your physical activity of choice may be, block out the time, get moving, and enjoy a heightened mood, a quicker wit, and a strengthened memory for years to come.
1 Hopkins R.O., Suchyta M.R., Farrer T.J., & Needham D.M. (2012). Improving post-ICU neuropsychiatric outcomes: Understanding the cognitive effects of physical activity. American Journal of Respiratory and Critical Care Medicine, 186(12), 1220- 1228.
2 Heyn P., Abreu B.C., Ottenbacher K.J. (2004). The effects of exercise training on elderly persons with cognitive impairment and dementia: a meta-analysis. Arch Phys Med Rehabil, 85(10), 1694-1704.
3 Barnes D.E., Blackwell T., Stone K.L., Goldman S.E., Hillier T., Yaffe K. (2008). Cognition in older women: the importance of daytime movement. J Am Geriatr Soc, 56(9), 1658-1664.
4 Babyak M et al. (2000) Exercise Treatment for Major Depression: Maintenance of Therapeutic Benefit at 10 Months. Psychomatic Medicine, 62(5), 633-638.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Mothers Matter

Food for thought:

"••A typical female in Afghanistan, Angola, Chad, Djibouti, Eritrea and Guinea-Bissau
receives less than five years of formal education. In Niger, women receive less than
four years. In Australia and New Zealand, the average woman stays in school for
over 20 years.

••Forty-five percent of children in Djibouti and Papua New Guinea are not enrolled
in primary school. Out-of-school rates are 48 percent in Eritrea. In comparison,
nearly all children in Australia, Belgium, France, Germany, Italy, the Netherlands,
Spain and Sweden make it from preschool all the way to high school.

••1 child in 5 does not reach his or her fifth birthday in Angola, Chad, Democratic
Republic of the Congo and Somalia. In Afghanistan, child mortality rates are higher
than 1 in 4. In Finland, Iceland, Luxembourg, Singapore and Sweden, only 1 child
in 333 dies before age 5.

••Over 40 percent of children under age 5 suffer from malnutrition in Bangladesh,
Madagascar, Nepal, Niger and Yemen. In India and Timor-Leste, nearly half of all
children in this age group are moderately or severely underweight.

••More than half of the population of Chad, Democratic Republic of the Congo,
Equatorial Guinea, Ethiopia, Fiji, Madagascar, Mozambique, Niger, Nigeria and
Papua New Guinea lack access to safe drinking water. In Somalia and Afghanistan,
71 and 78 percent of the population, respectively, lack access to safe water.

**In Afghanistan, the average woman does not live to see her 45th birthday
while in Japan women on average live over 86 years.


**In Afghanistan, Jordan, Lebanon, Libyan Arab Jamahiriya, Morocco, Oman, Pakistan,
Syria and Yemen, women earn 25 cents or less for every dollar men earn. Saudi
Arabian and Palestinian women earn only 16 and 12 cents respectively to the male
dollar
. In Mongolia, women earn 87 cents for every dollar men earn and in Mozambique
they earn 90 cents.

••In Belize, Comoros, Micronesia, Oman, Saudi Arabia, the Solomon Islands and
Qatar, not one seat in the lower or single house of parliament is occupied by a
woman. In Bahrain, Papua New Guinea and Yemen, women have only one seat.
Compare that to Rwanda where well over half – 56 percent – of all seats are held by
women.
(Go Rwanda!). In Sweden, women hold 46 percent of parliamentary seats.

Source: http://www.savethechildren.org/atf/cf/%7B9def2ebe-10ae-432c-9bd0-df91d2eba74a%7D/SOWM-2010-Women-on-the-Front-Lines-of-Health-Care.pdf

Mother and child mortality are linked to access to safe drinking water, access to health care (particularly female health workers), and education among other things. This is not to minimize the role that father's play, but we must recognize the role that mother's play in their child's wellbeing and life. 

Why should [we] be so concerned with mothers? Because research has shown . .  "that the quality of children’s lives depends on the health, security and well-being of their mothers. In short, providing mothers
with access to education, economic opportunities and maternal and child health care
gives mothers and their children the best chance to survive and thrive." (see above reference)

Go moms!



Sunday, November 11, 2012

Believe in America

I'm sure trying since my post-election disillusionment on Wednesday.  I just had to get last night's rant off my chest -- gave me motivation to blog again for the 5 people who read this.

I'm praying for our current and future Commander in Chief. I am praying for Congress. I am praying for the people. WE THE PEOPLE. I take responsibility for my part in this country too.

I'm praying. And I am THANKFUL. So grateful today for those men and women who have or are serving our country. Willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. THANK YOU. I am praying for you.

We have to. We have to have FAITH. Faith in our leaders, faith that there is good in all people, faith that we will find common ground and solve the problems before us---personal, professional, national.

FAITH. I am exercising it. I want to Believe that America will be the great land I love for my children in twenty years, 30 years, 50 years. That I can do my part to make it so (even if it means paying higher taxes). Shoot, I would give 5 or 50% more if I knew that they were to be used to make this country greater and help my children. So I have to BELIEVE.
 
At least I have to try. 

11/11

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Taxes

Warning: Soap box follows . . .

Current Tax brackets are:
Tax Bracket     Married Filing Jointly                 Single
10% Bracket     $0 – $17,400                    $0 – $8,700
15% Bracket     $17,400 – $70,700         $8,700 – $35,350
25% Bracket     $70,700 – $142,700       $35,350 – $85,650
28% Bracket     $142,700 – $217,450      $85,650 – $178,650
33% Bracket     $217,450 – $388,350      $178,650 – $388,350
35% Bracket     Over $388,350                 Over $388,350
source: http://www.forbes.com/sites/moneybuilder/2011/09/30/2012-federal-income-tax-brackets-irs-tax-rates/

With the Bush tax cuts expiring, everyone GETS to pay more! Yay! The top people could pay about 40%. Sweet. Almost half of their paycheck. Robin Hood at it's finest. Except these people aren't the evil Sheriff of Nottingham and King John. But, heck, let's go with it. OR why don't we let the electorate vote on it!?! Since they SO completely and accurately represent the popular vote I have no complaints. 

I for one, love it when someone speaks for me. Also, I love it when I find their hand in my pocket (or on my phone) don't you? Especially someone known as "Uncle Sam." Especially when I know "Uncle Sam" is not going to just go to bed when I am under fire is he?! (gasp) But I'm just a regular Jane--not an ambassador--so I think I'm safe.

But ya know, SOME people think higher taxes = happier people. Just look at Sweden. But then again . . . others do NOT.

I, for one, am contemplating Switzerland.




Monday, October 1, 2012

I've got a fever

NOT, for more cowbell.

For CR.

It finally hit me. Over 8 years living outside the Cafe Rio zone and I finally couldn't resist a craving for the real deal award winning pork salad. So, I found this awesome site with everything to make my own CR experience:

http://www.favfamilyrecipes.com/2007/11/jared-and-i-love-cafe-rio.html

Made it last night (over night crockpot) and rice and beans and guac and pico and cilantro-lime vinaigrette ate it for dinner tonight. So delish!


Friday, September 14, 2012

What did you do last Saturday?

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Warrior Dash 2012
 
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Fire, barbed wire, mud, and did I say, MUD?!!!
 
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 I had a great time. I gave myself permission to play in the mud. ;)
 
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So much fun. :)

Thursday, August 16, 2012

10 years

I am blessed with kind sisters who willingly came out to watch our kiddos while we got away for a 10 year anniversary trip coupled with E's parents' 50th.

Here is one of those said angels with G man:

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At the temple: 
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Eating out: 
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Tuacahn:
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More food (a theme?!):
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Whitewater rafting in Moab. AWESOME.
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Arches:
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We hiked to one of my favorites:

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And more food  :)  :)  :)
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E's dad lent us his truck for our jaunt to Moab from St. George:
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We flew in and out of Vegas and look who welcomed us home!
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And another one of my angel sisters:
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We were blessed to be able to go on this trip and do so many things. We packed our days from 7 am til 11 pm with basketball, movies, food, and shared memories. I was even able to get a facial and  massage. Ooh la la. Life is good and we are blessed. Thanks to my two sistas for making it happen and E for working extra shifts to pay for it! :) 
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Congrats to My Main Man!

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E and his program director, Dr. Long, and a fellow resident
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Some of our good friends in the program. Paul and Summer Gunn. Sad to see them go.  
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Here's a really bad picture of some of the group who graduated with E.
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Love ya babe!
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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Photo Book

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Sunday, July 15, 2012

Dance Class

My friend had an awesome idea of hiring one of the teens here to teach our girls dance. She offered her home and we each forked out a few bucks. The girls loved it every day. I loved it cause it was cheap and low stress. Hence, the swimsuit leotards.

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Blast from the past


G reminds me so much of B. So here are a few pics of her around this age (he is 11 months) with one of her besties.

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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Stomach Bug

It came, it saw, it conquered. . . .

Hopefully I can get this blog thing up and running again soon.

But, as a teaser, E and I are headed on a little 10th anniversary trip (combined with his parent's 50th anniversary trip---we have a long way to hit that milestone!) courtesy of Aunties T and A. Looking forward to seeing everyone!

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Snapshot of Craziness

Life seems like pure craziness right now.
G is in a constant state of wanting mom. I walk into the room, he huffs and hyperventilates, til I pick him up. I leave a room, he cries. I try to do the dishes, he pulls my pants down as he tries to climb up my leg to be held. He is getting 4 teeth. FOUR. At once.
And he has separation anxiety. From me.

This all equates to a big fat O of getting anything done. I know I shouldn't always worry about to do lists but I am a lister. I try to be "present" as much as I can with the girls and help them read a story or patiently try to explain, once again, why xyz is not a great choice. And I am already sad this little man is getting so big (insert 30 lbs). But let's be honest, it's hard to be "present" and read any books or even take the trash out when G has been wailing in my ear for an hour and my arms/back/body is aching (carrying a 30 pound 9 month old is not for the faint of Anything). Let's just say there is some extra enjoyment of quiet time around these places lately. :)

So I try to enlist the "sisters" help with picking up or clearing the table. And they do what they can. But sometimes a 3 and 5 year old get a bit distracted. Like tonight, when we had brushed teeth and were supposed to be reading scriptures and for some reason B is crawling through the hallway neighing loudly as S leads her with a scarf tied around her neck. Somehow between the time it took for me to say, "time to read the scripture book" and put away the toothpaste they became enthralled in the game of "horse."

I laugh now as I think about it. Although at the moment I was not so amused, just rather awestruck by the quickness of it and annoyed that the sequence of bedtime had been interrupted.

So I trip over toys and find a wet diaper that didn't make it's way to the garbage the night before. Wow. That sounds gross. 

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picture by Monica Willits at ReadMywalls.blogspot.com

But in it all, I feel like time is slipping through my fingers even as I write. Every day goes by so quickly and busily, with need after need of each child and all that comes with maintaining a family of 5. I see pictures of B as a baby flip by on my screensaver and I get teary eyed thinking of how those days can never come back. I regret not relishing them as much as I should have. But I didn't know. Or rather, I didn't believe. I didn't believe that it would pass so fast. Sometimes the days seemed to pass so slowly with just one baby. 5 years? Has it really been that long? 6 years ago I was not even a mother and now I have 3 kids?!

Craziness.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Beard Growing contest and other milestones . . .

E's colleages all decided to have a mustache growing contest for a few weeks prior to their intraining exams. He has done this before and I think 'stache's are Nasty.
So, he grew a beard.
Here he is in his glory.
I have several blackmail photos as he shaved it down to a stache. To be used at a later date. . .

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In other news, G is making milestones daily. Yesterday he started crawling up the stairs. The day before that he held his own bottle. The day before that he started cruising a bit on furniture. It is crazy to me how fast he is doing this stuff as he is not 9 months yet and a couple WEEKS (!) ago he was still just scooting on his belly and mostly backwards. Now he has lost his cuddly squishiness (although you can't tell from the pics} and he is really strong. He crawls over and wants to be held for a few seconds with a voracious grip while he twists and turns to see what's going on around him. Then he lunges out of my arms so he can get down and crawl to his next adventure.
It makes me a little sad since cuddling with babies is one of my favorites, but I guess it was bound to happen. I may also be a little reminiscent because this last month I weaned him from nursing. I just didn't expect him to get so active and lean so fast!

We all love our "Chub of Love" even if there isn't much chub about him!!!
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Preschool

This is B's last year of preschool. In the fall she went for one month and then I did it with her and S from home by myself while we traveled. They love whatever school they can get.

Here B is on the bus going on the field trip to the grocery store. These are two of her best buds from preschool.

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The smiles say it all. This has been a good year for this 5 year old and she is ready for kindergarten!

Monday, April 9, 2012

More Intake of Chocolate May Yield Lower Body Mass Index

More Intake of Chocolate May Yield Lower Body Mass Index


Good news for me. ;)

And hoping to post more later this week. But we'll see how that goes as I have a baby shower to host, a sacrament meeting talk to prepare/give, some studying for a class, dinners to make for someone, and a couples party at our home all happening this week!

Friday, April 6, 2012

8 months already?!!!

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As you can see he is a crawling machine and we ALL love him so much.
Happy 8 month birthday G-man!
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