tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358688948475366902024-03-13T10:15:53.225-07:00The Talbot FamilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-91186625154119494892013-10-30T08:23:00.000-07:002013-10-30T08:23:54.854-07:00Special needs mutualPreston goes to a local special needs mutual once a week. They assign him up with a buddy (youth) who watches over him and helps him throughout the night. It is a calling for the youth and you would think most would not like this calling but everyone ends up loving it and so grateful for the opportunity to work with these special kids. It is a great opportunity for the youth to interact with these kids and for kids like Preston who have autism, interact and associate with peers and "normal" kids. He really enjoys it because, quite honestly, they let him do whatever he wants. He already has earned a merit badge with them. Yippee!<br />
They did a road show for all the parents one night. The theme was Who is your hero? Each one of the special needs kids would go up and say in the microphone who their hero was. Some with and some without help from their buddy. Preston, who is very shy in uncomfortable situations, would not say anything so he whispered to his buddy who then replied "Preston's hero is Elijah." Now to those who do not know Preston probably thought-Wow, he must really love the scriptures and love the prophet Elijah BUT to his parents, who know him well, know he actually whispered...My hero is Aliza (his baby sister). Yep, makes you want to cry. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-52052303294760197552013-05-28T21:34:00.000-07:002013-09-10T11:57:03.505-07:00Projects & Pinterest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am addicted to Pinterest. Every great idea I get from pinterest. Hairstyles...pinterest; color schemes...pinterest; home decor...pinterest; recipes...pinterest. You get the idea. <br />
We started to decorate/paint the downstairs. We have had renters since we have lived here but the last year we decided to move ourselves in.. It's been fantastic. I have loved all the extra space for the kids and me. I love painting and changing a room. Here are the results...<br />
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We also did the bathrooms with tile around the mirror. LOVE IT! Also got the idea from pinterest. The best part is those tiles were on sale so it only cost us $20! We painted the bathroom blueish gray. Wow, color really changes a room!<br />
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Subway art is really big (well, has been for years but I'm just finding it out because of pinterest). Made these myself! :) They are hung in the bathroom. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-85022635271045078692013-05-06T21:53:00.000-07:002013-10-30T13:47:09.461-07:00Drops of AwesomeThis blog post has been circulating cyberspace for some time now. It has made an impression on me which is why I wanted to post it on my blog. We even did it for an enrichment night for Relief Society. I love the object lesson of the atonement. I will never do enough but with the Savior, my cup runneth over. Now I notice the drops of awesome on a daily basis and fill my life with positive encouragement because I am awesome! Enjoy!<br />
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(I made these for the Relief Society...turned out pretty cute)<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-73899952556442411982013-04-25T09:20:00.000-07:002013-09-08T22:07:40.470-07:00Sea World & Las Vegas - Spring Break 2013This year for Spring Break we decided to go to Las Vegas, to visit Paul's brother and SIL and new baby born in December. After spending a day with them, we flew to California and went to Sea World. I haven't been to Sea World since I was a little girl. I loved it but can not believe how expensive it is (we got free tickets for our whole family from a family friend). I don't know how my parents afforded taking us places!! Everything is better when it is free. The shows were awesome, the rides were so much fun. The kids loved the manta ride. Sterling was nervous at first but then he rode it over and over. The weather was perfect...warm enough to want to get wet but not too hot. We were exhausted after being there all day (we had to catch the early flight so Paul and I didn't even sleep that night so we could get to the airport in enough time. Not to mention, Paul forgot his JetBlue badge which is a NO NO and we were afraid and stressed all night worrying they would not let us on the flight but they did, thankfully!) I love making these fun memories. We stayed at Christy and Adam's house that night (so fun!) and caught the morning flight back to Vegas. Swimming and BBQ ended our trip. Great to be with extended family.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-23091787356331339592013-04-10T19:29:00.003-07:002013-04-10T19:29:38.296-07:00Clear Horizons AcademyAfter MUCH prayer and consideration, we decided to move Preston to a private school. Preston has been going to the same school since 3rd grade, same teacher (LOVE MISS B) so we knew it would be a hard transition for him to move to junior high. A bigger school, new teachers, new expectations. Towards the middle of October, I was getting phone calls and notes from his teacher that he was misbehaving during class. I guess he was teasing the other kids in class (he is in a special class for special needs, most are autistic). Okay, so here comes the mama bear...ARE YOU KIDDING ME? HE'S AUTISTIC! IF YOU GET ANYTHING OUT OF HIM (even teasing), HOW GREAT IS THAT!?! I just didn't feel right about this school so I started looking into other schools. Everything happens for a reason. <br />
I've heard about Clear Horizons since it opened but it was in the RiverWoods in Provo so I was not interested (too far) but it recently moved to Geneva in Orem, much closer. My husband and I took a tour and KNEW it was right. But even knowing still we had our doubts. Financially this was going to be hard and it will be more time carpooling him to and from school. I know we made the right decision, I feel good about it every time I think about it, but it sure is easy to second guess your decision. It is such a wonderful school. Instead of focusing on math and reading and writing, they focus on life skills...cooking, cleaning, hygiene, being social, functional things (for him). What really made the decision easy was they go on field trips EVERY week. Now you have to know something about Preston. He L O V E S field trips. He can talk your ear off about past or future field trip. He can't sleep the night before because he is so excited and we usually can use it as leverage if we need him to do something. :) They usually go to places to learn how to function in life...shopping, library, fast food restaurant, etc. It has been a good fit for Preston and I feel The Lord has answered my prayers. <br />
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Update: And since Preston has been in school, I have been able to carpool with other moms which has helped me considerably. The Lord is very mindful of our concerns and needs.<br />
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2nd update: Since Preston has been at this school for 4 months now, I have fallen more and more in love with CHA. I am learning so much about my son that I had no idea. Like he likes pressure, it helps him feel his limps. Such a bizarre concept for me but he can't feel his limps...as explained to me, it's like having your arm/leg fall asleep. Also, they can read his body language perfectly and when his body is done learning, they move on, usually to a swing or trampoline (yes they have a swing and trampoline in the classroom!). They have noticed that his body shuts down but by doing active movement it regenerates itself. I'm sure it was torture for him in his old school to sit at a desk and learn hour after hour. He also likes visual stimulation which is why he does "flapping" and watching TV. A week into his school, I asked Preston if he likes his new school or old school. Every time he answered his new school. Makes me happy that he is happy.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-82327084166538219562013-04-10T18:56:00.001-07:002013-04-10T18:56:13.537-07:00Favorite quote<span style="font-family: inherit;">"There are moments of such pure, sublime, unparalleled perfection that they will force you to close your eyes and hold on to them as best you can. Life is a series of these moments. Everything else is just waiting for them."</span><br />
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I have had these moments...6 times to be exact. Every birth is exactly that... pure, sublime, unparalled perfection. It is such a miracle each time and then to hold such a perfect being that came straight from heaven. I close my eyes and hold on to those memories as best I can.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-67729638212541090522013-03-13T11:47:00.003-07:002013-03-13T12:01:29.229-07:00Family pictures 2012Finally got family pictures. It was cold. Everyone was a good sport and I think they turned out great!!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-60869972674932857952013-01-15T21:47:00.000-08:002013-03-12T22:33:36.735-07:00Baby bluesMost get the baby blues within weeks of their baby being born. I usually get it for a day or so and then I'm good. This time I waited for it and waited for it and thought SWEET, I'm not going to get the baby blues!! But then it hit me...4 MONTHS LATER!!! Totally unexpected. I believe it was triggered by multiple things. Let me fill you in on what went down that week. That week I was in charge of the RS Christmas dinner and program (STRESS), Preston was starting a new school (more details for another post), Bradley decided to finish his eagle project before the end of the year (More Stress) and of course Christmas was right around the corner.I'm sure my baby blues was stress related but then on top of it both brothers of Paul had baby which made me want a baby. What was I thinking?!? I have a baby. I was not thinking straight. I knew I was extremely sensitive. Anything and everything triggered it and I would start to cry. I could not control my emotions. It lasted about a week and then I was back to my old self again. Thank goodness.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-32324403012417825482012-12-31T12:58:00.000-08:002013-05-13T12:59:03.313-07:0012 days of ChristmasChristmas always brings mixed feelings for me. I love the season. Love the spirit of Christmas. I even love the giving part of Christmas. What I don't love about Christmas is all the presents. Let me be clear. I love giving presents. I give presents to my kids all year long. I don't understand why there is a special day set aside just for opening presents. Who came up with that? And now that most of my children do not believe in Santa Claus (tear drop), I don't see the point. Let me give a gift to someone when I feel like it. Anyways, because I am a softie I usually cave and spoil my kids once again. This year was no exception and I think I nailed it with each one. Booyah! :)<br />
Every year I try to make Christmas memorable and more about Christ. This year we did the 12 days of Christmas Service. Each day we focused on serving others, usually centered around the family. I think the kids enjoyed it and were excited about the new challenge each day. Some of the highlights were...<br />
babysitting for neighbor<br />
saying hi to someone at school (or better sitting next to them at lunch)<br />
giving thank you notes to teacher<br />
give candy canes to friends at school<br />
call family members and tell them you love them<br />
do something extra nice/kind to another family member<br />
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Some that we didn't get around to (next year)...<br />
Give hot chocolate to those Walmart bell ringers<br />
Pay for strangers dinner at restaurant<br />
Pay for someone's else gas at gas station<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-1974424323118489122012-12-21T09:54:00.000-08:002013-09-08T21:47:16.804-07:00Pre-Christmas tripBecause of all the craziness and busyness during Christmas, I like to get away from it all and take a trip. This year we went to San Diego. This trip was so much fun because we were able to fit in a lot of activities in only a few days. Brad and Paul went to the BYU bowl game and ended up sitting by Chad Lewis. And we actually WON the bowl game! So worth it when you go to an away game and win. <br />
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The boys went to the San Diego temple early the next morning to do baptisms for the dead. <br />
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One of the coolest thing was the Fort Rosecrans national cementary. This was a HUGE cementary for all veterans. The feeling there was amazing. There were rows and rows of headstones all aligned perfectly. I am so glad there is a place for these men and women to be honored and remembered. <br />
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We ended the trip with a visit to the Mormon Battalion before we caught our flight. What a neat place. It was interactive and very family-friendly (not boring at all). I loved it. <br />
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We also did a lot of swimming in the hotel pool and visit with a dear family friend, Mamie and her daughter Jenna. I love them dearly and was definitely the highlight of my trip. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-62772399172493831122012-10-19T17:09:00.000-07:002013-03-18T15:40:34.736-07:00Yellowstone-Fall Break<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She's here! Born 8/10/12. We think it's a pretty cool birthday. She is actually born on grandma clara's birthday (we will get to naming her later). Let's back up a little. At 35 weeks I am checked and already dilated. I should know by now that I dilate early but it takes a long time for me to go into labor (4 weeks to be exact). I am so uncomfortable...big belly, can't sleep at night, Braxton hicks all the time!! I even would have panic attacks (new with this pregnancy) because it was hard to breathe. They usually occurred at night and I had to sit up and catch my breathe and take some deep breaths. Nothing scares you more than not being able to breathe. I didnt like them at all. Week 36, I am dilated to 2, week 37 diluted to 2 1/2, week 38 I am dilated to 4. I know I am getting close. I have had so much false labor I thought maybe my body doesn't remember how to go into real labor. The doctor was going to strip my membranes at my appt but the lab messed up my strep b and I had to do it again which takes 2 days to get the results so on thursday, after I am cleared by the doctor, I get my membranes stripped. Owwwie! Yep it hurts but I knew it would get things started. Within half hour my contractions were 5 minutes apart. Not very painful but consistent. My mom comes over and we head over to the hospital around 9:30. Im still at a 4 and nothing changes even after walking the hospital halls for an hour so they send me home. Bummer. You would think by now I would know what is true and false labor. My mucous plug comes out that night. <br />
I wake up at 7:30 with an intense pain. Is it real? Is it going to happen today? They are 15 minutes apart but intense, enough I have to stop and breathe. Around noon, Paul leaves to go do some appraisals and take the 2 youngest which was so nice. He called me periodically to see how I was doing. Still 15 minutes apart. Around 1:30 I am laying on the couch trying to take a nap and suddenly I hear a pop and my water breaks. This was my fear to have my water break at home but luckily it wasnt alot. I start to panic. #1, Paul is not here #2 The pain is intense and very close. I can barely walk. I call Paul and tell him I have to go to the hospital. He wants to take me but he is in salt lake and I can't wait. I need an epidermal and fast! I call my sister who is working at the hospital and she says she is coming to pick me up. At the hospital, I am checked and dilated to 6. They are about 2 minutes apart. This is happening way too fast. Paul arrives shortly after me after going 90 on the freeway. I'm sure the officer would have understood that his wife was in labor! I beg for the epidural...so much pain, so much pressure, so close together (almost 1 minute now). They have to hook me up and get the IV in. Of course the sweet nurse is going as fast as she could but not fast enough for someone in labor. They have me sit indian style and hunch my back to get the epidural in. I am literally sweating. I have huge drops of sweat running down my head. I don't know why because I am not hot. The room was actually chilly. The nurse keeps rubbing my arm and says "oh your body is working overtime, you poor dear" So much pain. Just breathe I would tell myself. They check me again and I am at an anterior lip which I guess is pretty close to being complete. Epidural is kicking in but doctor is not here yet. We wait about 15 minutes and after 2 pushes (the doctor told me to stop pushing and she fell right out) Aliza is born at 3:13 pm about an hour after I arrived at the hospital. <br />
I start to cry. She's here and I'm not pregnant anymore! I feel instant relief. Relief from back pain, pressure, and tightness. My belly is so soft and squishy. The coolest thing the doctor did was show us the placenta. Usually it's just in a blop in the corner but he took the time to show us how neat the placenta is. He called it the "selfless organ " because it does it works and then when the baby is born it detaches and is not needed anymore. He showed us the veins and think layer that attaches to me and the sac that the baby was in. I was surprised to see how thin and see through it was. Her ambilicial cord was also very short. Such a miraculous organ. They layed her on my chest skin to skin for about 2 hours while they got my room ready downstairs. I was in heaven.<br />
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Now to the naming of our baby girl. We had the hardest time trying to think of a name for her. The kids wanted to participate so they cast their votes. Of course, mom and dad was going to decide which they were greatly disappointed they couldn't name their sister. We finally thought of Lizabeth which Paul and I both loved and then one day (actually 2 weeks before her birth) I was just looking through baby names and Eliza jumped out and I texted Paul and wondered if he liked. He did! Yeah we have a name. When she was born Paul threw a curve ball at me and wondered if we wanted to name her Clara since she was born on her birthday. I love the name but I kept looking at her and not seeing a Clara. Next day Paul throws another curve ball at me and wonders if we should name her Eliza with an A. I had to sleep on it but the next morning I texted him a picture of her and said Aliza says Good morning. I have loved it every since, the spelling and all. She is completely perfect...perfect features, perfect cry, and she is perfect for us. She looks alittle like Preston and Kailene. Chubby checks but still skinny body (skinny legs). Definetely ours. <br />
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We were taking newborn pictures of Aliza and she decided to smile for us! It was her first smile. So adorable. I love her so much!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-79376523553083817082012-10-05T11:29:00.002-07:002012-10-05T11:29:37.530-07:00Meet Aliza<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Their 5th child got married in April so we flew to California for the wedding. I can't believe that the are growing up. The youngest is graduating from high school. She was born the 2nd year I was there. It should make me feel old but I still feel young. :) It was a wonderful wedding. We couldn't stay for the whole reception because we had to catch the last flight but I loved being with the Platt family. The reception was so cute decorated like a carnival with popcorn, and cotton candy. It was adorable. Annie was the one getting married and I remember she would sing "You got me wrapped around your finger" by the Cranberries all day long when she was young.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">My adopted children. I take credit for all of their beauty and successes. I practically raised them! :) They really are great kids to no credit of mine. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-69442884374050338292012-05-12T20:35:00.001-07:002012-05-12T20:35:48.677-07:00It's a....GIRL!! That is right, we are having another girl...to even out the teams. I didn't care what we were having and figured we would team them up (boys,girls,boys) or even it out (3boys,3girls). Everyone guessed right except Paul. He guessed a boy. He's keeping track of all the weddings he is gong to have to pay for. <br />
It makes sense that it's a girl since I was so sick, probably too much estrogen. I am feeling much better, food is tasting better, and my tummy is growing. Little squirt is moving around, usually at night when I'm tuckered and ready to go to bed, just to remind me that she is there.<br />
I swear they make the ultrasounds look better now. I remember looking at my other kids thinking I don't see it? I even warned my kids that it might look like a skeleton or alien but we actually could see it very well. She was quite entertaing at the ultrasound. Doing sommersaults (at least lifting her legs to her head), waving hi, and sucking her thumb. Everything looks healthy and good.<br />
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I blame it all on my sister, DeLayne, for all the crazy things I do (waking up early to be on TV for a cupcake segment, being an extra in a movie...watch for me in the 12 Dogs of Christmas, okay so I probably won't be in it but it doesn't hurt to try). She always has these wacky ideas that we think are fun and we end up doing them and then ask ourselves why we do them? She can always count on me. I'm always willing to challenge myself, or make a fool of myself. I'm creating memories for my kids, right? So when my sister asked if I wanted to be in a show at the Scera, I jumped at the opportunity. At first she wanted me to sing but I don't have the confidence my sisters do to hold a mic 2 inches away from my face. No way! But I can dance so I tried out for the dancing numbers.</div>
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Every year the Scera has a Broadway show where they have musical numbers from Broadway musicals. It's always a good show. This year they were putting on 2 dancing numbers, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious from Mary Poppins and Seize the Day from Newsies. I love both those shows!! My 2 sisters tried outwith me and we all made it! What fun this will be, except I am sick and pregnant (only 10 weeks along). At first I thought we were only going to dance in 1 number but the choreographer wanted us to dance in both numbers. After learning the first dance (in one night!), I was exhausted and brain dead. Most of the other dancers were in their 20s. They picked it up so fast. My sisters and I had to practice every day to learn it and remember it. It was hard stuff. But come performance day it was all worth it and something to look forward to. It ran for 1 week. My best night was when all the family came. Such energy and fun. So what's my next adventure...Broadway? New York? You'll just have to see...</div>
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My sister tells me that she is on this medication and it will help me so I don't have a miscarriage. I go to my doctor. They don't see a baby yet and only see a sac so I am prescibed this medication which is a progestrone. It helps with the lining of the placenta. This is meds is from the devil. I thought I was going to die! I had major headaches, probably borderline migranes. As soon as I felt it coming on I would have to lie down or I would start throwing up. Have you ever had a headache and throwing up. Not fun, not fun at all. I guess since I couldn't get sick on my own, they were going to make me be sick. I could only last a week on the medication (suppose to be taken until I was 12 weeks along). It debiliatated me. I thought Why am I bringing another child into this world when I can't even take care of my other 5 children. </div><div><br /></div><div>6 weeks...went to the doctor and saw the heartbeat. Yippie. Not out of the woods yet but I didn't have to take the medication anymore. Not sure if it helped. But I was sure that I was pregnant because here came the morning sickness.</div><div> </div><div>Let me explain to all you wonderful women who do not have morning sickness. First of all, I hope you have a lot of children. You are truly blessed. Second, it should be renamed as ALL DAY LONG sickness. The best way to explain it is being car sick, all day, and you are throwing up which helps for a little while, but then it returns. Now throwing up being pregnant is not the same as when you have the stomach flu or a bug. It's not a churning in the stomach. It's "I don't feel good, run to the bathroom, and then resume your previous activity (which was probably laying on the couch anyway) for the whole day." The hardest part of throwing up is deciding what to throw up. I should write a book because after 6 pregnancies, I am an expert. For example, mashed potatoes are not bad to throw up (or water for that fact) but orange juice or chili is a bear to throw up. It burns! The other problem with throwing up is I don't want to have that food again so I have to have a variety of food. And sometimes even the thought might trigger a gag reflex. </div><div><br /></div><div>Week 7-12...Still sick, sick, sick. Will this ever end? Why do I have to suffer so? I go into the doctor weekly to check my progress. The heart beat looks and sounds good but I started spotting a little so I have to take it easy. Take it easy?!?...do they know I am a mom? No exercise, lifting, etc. So now they want me to be miserable and get fat. (Side note...word got out in my ward that I was on bed rest and meals were going to come in. I should have milked it but I couldn't and turned them down). I am also put on the "cancer pill" (Zofran). It is suppose to help with the nausea. Maybe it helped because I would have good days but they were few and far between. Lost 3 pounds!! That is probably the only good news. I know it's not normal for a pregnant lady to lose weight but it is for me. I am throwing up everything so all the baby has is my own weight to nibble at. Nibble away. </div><div><br /></div><div>Week 10-11...My sister convinced me to try out for a dance number at Scera (for another post). During her cancer treatment (which I have heard is similar to morning sickness), she said that being distracted was the best thing. It is true. The more I thought about it, the more miserable I was.</div><div><br /></div><div>Week 12-13...thought I was on the tail end. For most people, morning sickness only lasts until 12 weeks. Of course, not for me. I have to suffer much longer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Week 14...probably the worst week so far. Part of it was I was mentally prepared to be done with my morning sickness and frustrated that I was not . On top of it, I got a cold. Pregnant + cold=disaster. And I never threw up so much in one week. I couldn't keep anything down. I couldn't even finish eating my food before I would run into the bathroom. So it wasn't like digested food, it was full on chunks. I asked for a priesthood blessing. Part of me wanted it to be all over but I knew deep down inside it was not going to happen so I was needing the blessing so I could handle it better. I needed more strength from Him. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sure you are wondering how I got everything done while I have been so sick. Well I didn't. My husband did everything. Cooked, cleaned, took care of the kids, chauffeur, everything, and worked at his full time job. He has been amazing. So grateful for a husband who works at home!! I couldn't have done it without him. Also it helps to have older kids who understand why you can't cook or clean. They tend to help out a little bit more. </div><div><br /></div><div>Week 15-16...I am getting better. Still sick but usually just at night. I end up just going to bed. Lost 1 more pound. It makes throwing up worth it. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>So that has been my life for the last 4 months. Even though it may not sound like it but I am grateful to be pregnant and really happy to have another child. I know that this too will pass.</div><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 238px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723560992819324546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvqa9JC9TENXWFzJ4uu2E5wVy0pscnnMISGvbeouf_U3_hGp7G6bQBBHDEWfVHyrexbYrKGRzp5PDVm8SJUq0Rsl7NBLvZ_92uAOhAdbE9XCNE1w-j7efgRieJ9Wu-wn-2ecUAw5jLe2L/s320/4+months+pregnant.jpg" /></div><div align="center">My little baby bump. 4 months pregnant</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-43285389016843676182012-02-12T15:50:00.010-08:002012-04-02T11:22:07.198-07:00Brittany's wedding<div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLpzvuUwoXxnhb_-6hpk-EG2uoL4Ggz7vGrV4NiWREGpnI_t59kB4j5d6rHcTJR0rdt1syFMxD5i2Jk_QlNUxxsrQdKWjAFJ1ddlw366WL0PBU4Jbe5mM4l5e2kwyi8Xnhd3_NYLzXiWl/s1600/brittany-andrew.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726865390548103938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLpzvuUwoXxnhb_-6hpk-EG2uoL4Ggz7vGrV4NiWREGpnI_t59kB4j5d6rHcTJR0rdt1syFMxD5i2Jk_QlNUxxsrQdKWjAFJ1ddlw366WL0PBU4Jbe5mM4l5e2kwyi8Xnhd3_NYLzXiWl/s320/brittany-andrew.jpg" /></a>The first grandchild got married in December. The first of many (right now my parents have 46 grandchildren, you can say it's pretty chaotic when we get together but so much fun!!). Hopefully, we can make it to all or most of them. This one was in Georgia. Yeah! I haven't been to Georgia in 6 years. I was excited to see Georgia and see old friends again (Paul and I met in Georgia and lived there after we graduated from BYU for 3 years). <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>The plan was for Paul and I to fly on Delta on standby. We didn't have any other backup plans (big mistake). When we got to the airport we realized that flying on a different airline we are put at the bottom of the barrel unlike JetBlue which priority seating is when you check in (I love JetBlue). We couldn't get on the first flight so we waited for the next flight which was a few hours later and couldn't get on that one either. We decided to try to fly through Dallas and then go to Atlanta. We almost made it on that flight but didn't. We gave up and came home. I was frustrated. Paul's mom drove down from Idaho to help out with the kids. Big surprise when we came home! We exhausted all our options ways to get out that night or the next day. At this point all my sisters (yep, everyone was going to the wedding) were texting me and wondering when I was coming. I told them I probably wasn't. Of course, they wouldn't hear of it and my sister, Audralyn, called me and told me that she is flying me out on frequent flier miles. I was so emotional wreck. I thought I would be okay to not go but I knew I would be missing out on memories and times with my family. It was one of the nicest things. What would I do without my sisters! Unfortunately Paul couldn't come but it worked out for the best because Grandma could go back home and Paul took care of the kids (big relief, Sterling got strep and glad Grandma didn't have to deal with that). I felt bad for my kids because they were looking forward to spending time with Grandma and felt guilty that she had to turn around and drive back the next day. I wished she could have stayed and helped Paul out but she had to get back home. </div><div>I flew out the next day and met my family with open arms and tearing eyes. Let the party begin! </div><div>When I arrived, we put together the center pieces, went to a dinner hosted by the grooms family and stayed up late talking. The place we stayed was Cindy's (my sister in law) brothers house right on the lake. It was AMAZING and so much fun. It fit all of us, 6 sisters, 2 brother in laws, 1 brother and his wife and kids, and 2 babies. So fun for all of us to be together (my parents stayed at Greg's, my brother, house). </div><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726861741996776498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8tf8TQiHX-Uh8HbD378EwLcZA_JbUJ6D-XrcrdaJvmjOCPcs49TTS3C7cJHuQXKJAkNnyBgUCtBor007Kq6Tfvfu_v2hPeY-qkXGmtLP8QF79eUDkFilnNmzlJ5UbaFfX-KFfiTu9P1l5/s320/014.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">The next day was the wedding. My dad was the sealer which was made it personal. It got pretty emotional when he spoke about Grandpa Cronquist's (Cindy's dad) who passed away many years ago. He was a great man. Then pictures and some down time before the reception. We all decided to go to Slopes which is a famous BBQ restaurant. Delicious. We then headed to the reception center to help with the set up. Lots to do but with many helping hands we got it all done. Great reception and it was fun to see people I haven't seen in years. By the end of the day, I was exhausted! No late night just nighty night. </div><div>(Sidenote, we saw Santa Claus driving by in his red (sleigh) car, it was so much fun. He looked perfect. We had to all take a picture and sent it to our kids saying we saw Santa in Atlanta!)</div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726860010661457090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EACf4N0wOBKUKSNb8bdivk7sUTleEXBa4DuDyfmUbTZ38okqBIFU4d05kR_Sv5VpmcJC8fJGUjJ-HcN97nvlxItZghkJKc0Qwxh9xEa4OXXvpumL4NZKQHoqBuvv8cSv5kkti9MNJ1lr/s320/008.JPG" /></div><div>The next day was Sunday which was my favorite day. Of course, it was only the right thing to do as a Bluth is sing in their ward (roll of the eyes). I love singing not just all the attention I get. We sang Mary's Lullaby in 4 part harmony and it sounded beautiful. We headed back to cabin and ate (leftovers from the reception) and sat around and talked. It was so enjoyable. We talked and laughed for hours. Then Greg made us sing again because his mother in law didn't hear the song. We sang acapella. Again, it was beautiful. Love making these memories. </div><div>Monday we went to downtown Atlanta. We walked around Martin Luthur King Jr Museum,</div><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726866061863966770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdmC2I1GtY48qLGYaEKBjYm6_cGEP-cdEbWotPFBnj65y1RhdAeK4ovfhBji8Ri_uHDM15b14fC02hAkCCCA6Iaz9s3B4Ed9XNucCQYfV1zzvk1ZezbYuRAwmPlmpshLOgQnQcH6yWQdz/s320/gang+at+mlk.jpg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726866061610417730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkE39iYlL0TkyerRZicM57DYhcrJ96qZ-iorowxtYk1vYNvrtrU8G7ts6kO1CpRHCOgIbM5BrPd2_lBw8Q0zpwnai1Cfg04cNtG28UDq0cwYMB7Dv3iUHLeXTGHz5-9AkadOKKqV_tDHUJ/s320/mlk+with+nieces.jpg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726860018454952402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1moY-d4c0Qm-XA22k2vwNGVL40mDLLpZKWYp5SqLJf146KTmmMRph-DaGWCRKCyX2OpAXHiZIkRrAB5eWCxn7yrHfsn04m_kBWpxOgQLHSExM-ZFNLH2crCRg7DXT1FBkmFc9iBHmuNM/s320/011.JPG" />drove by Centennial Park where the Olympics were held and ate at Chicken and Pancakes owned by Gladys Knight. </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726866067549062818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1vqIs69uKdIW9sofvJXTvtIzRBWOFReAC2dtuWS4k5hSyvNGmewsqN0C7ue5bj98JKimnZaMxcpPERvI7Yd8g1Sy8o9apaG8rC-CYOH4KCPQYxPUU-dVbuabU6rLAZknT3SW21wfuHRy/s320/chicken+and+waffles.jpg" />That night DeLayne, Audralyn and I went shopping at the outlets. We were the 3 musketeers. None of us had our husbands and we had so much fun together. Good times.</div><div>Tuesday was travel day. I actually flew with Audralyn to Houston and then home to Salt Lake. </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-24096141801098130102012-02-11T15:39:00.003-08:002012-03-04T16:27:03.226-08:00LASIK!<div><div>Because of all my eye problems, we (I) decided to push up the urgency of getting LASIK. As soon as my doctor cleared me, I set the appt. for December 7th. I thought I would be nervous but I was so excited. It took about 10 minutes for both eyes and I have a video of it. It's pretty cool and disgusting at the same time. I have an astigmatism so I actually got PRK which is more painful and a longer healing process than LASIK but I said Bring it On! And guess what? It was not painful at all. That's what I was most nervous about was the pain. I was waiting for it and wondering when it was going to hit. I got all the meds just in case it happened in the middle of the night. Nothing, not even discomfort. I was pleasantly surprised. I even went to dinner that night with friends, which the docs said I wouldn't feel up to it. I couldn't read the menu and everyone was blurry but other than that, it was fun. The next night we went up to Salt Lake, our annual trip with the Daytons at the Kimball. I still felt great but my vision got worse. Nothing like a lot of little Christmas lights blurry. Sunday we went to the broadcast of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. I have lived in Utah my whole life and never been to it. It was so amazing to be there in person. So beautiful. The spirit is so strong as they sing their testimonies to everyone. My eyes are blurry so I pretty much just sat there with my eyes closed and listened. </div><div>The blurryness lasted about a week. I couldn't read or watch anything. Even when it was close up. It was pretty frustrating. Now I can see well and am thrilled about it. No more glasses or contacts. I can't wait to go swimming and not have to worry if my contact fell out. And no more worrying about taking out and putting in contacts when I go camping. My lucky husband got to have LASIK done a month after me. Now we both can really see each other's flaws, before they were covered with (rose-colored) glasses. :)</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-2178676501005520572011-11-15T12:11:00.007-08:002012-03-04T16:19:45.607-08:00Fall Break-Vegas and Phantom<div><div>It's so nice to have a brother and sister-in-law who lives in Vegas so we can go there for a cheap vacation. We actually started the Fall break up in Park City. My dad got 2-bedroom condos and told anyone who wanted to go up can. My dad forgets that he has 5 daughters and we all wanted to go. Even my brother came. We ended up with 5 families (5-6 kids each) plus my parents in a 2 bedroom condo. We didn't stay in the condo much but went swimming and played with the kids and even went to a wonderful Mexican restaurant. The kids had fun. They LOVE being around cousins. The Talbots left because we were heading for Las Vegas the next morning.<div> <div>We head out to Las Vegas by lunchtime. Kids were pretty good travelers. I have learned it is all in the seat assignments. Is it just my family or do you have the same issues? We get to Vegas and have time to go to the butterfly park (our favorite park). It has squishy floormats, water features, and lots of places to run around. Brad now thinks he is too old for it and wants to just hang out with the adults. He is growing up. STOP! I hate that he is growing up. The kids enjoy it and we head over to Russ and Michele. We had to get ready for Phantom. A few weeks ago my sister called me and told me she could get tickets for $35 from Ben Hall (he is an ex-boyfriend and is Raul understudy). I love Phantom (not as much as Wicked, though). It was phenominal. When Phantom sang his tenor notes, it just melted my heart. I loved it and on top of the great price we were on the 5th row!!! I love plays and get all excited like a little girl on Christmas morning. I couldn't even eat before and was still happy afterwards. We go to a restaurant in the Venice hotel and have wonderful time with Russ and Michele. The night ended at the Belagio to watch the waterfall show. Vegas is sure different when you don't have children. It was a romantic evening with my husband (and my brother and sister-in-law that tagged along, but I didn't notice them).</div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 239px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716200293781464994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTfATXcAHPk2Y3MQlAMOqjC3rkZ_WWQQHlYHxL5lP18oLL1CRxRjUvm9QzPH1ZhaOQOSE_iIP8Sqr3qGDMHA8DJ0jyIx2t7rpPtJuQVddNa4PMjGg15LjktVFzdk93BLL0EBAnllBxdf8/s320/002.JPG" /><br /></div><div>The next morning we head over to the butterfly park, eat Mummy Dogs (like pigs in a blanket) and go swimming. The pool was freezing but that didn't stop our kids from swimming. They went from the hot tub to the pool. We stayed home and ate hamburgers and steaks while watching the world series. It was a relaxing evening.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sunday we went to another ward since it was stake conference for Russ and Michele. It was their primary program so it was entertaining for our children. Russ invited over the missionaries to teach the discussions to an investigator friend. Way to go Russ for always being a missionary! I would love to live in the mission field but am content raising my family and being an example to others in happy valley. I may not be teaching others the gospel but I am teaching future missionaries who will go out someday and will teach to others. I was assigned kitchen help and slaved away making lunch (it was no lunch, it was meat and potatoes, gravy, corn, rolls, and dessert!). When they finished the discussion, we ate. It was delicious! We headed out and come home sweet home. </div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-77463281836043191222011-11-10T15:29:00.000-08:002012-02-11T15:38:59.450-08:00Corneal abrasion ContinuationFast forward another week from my last post. I put in my contacts and wear them for a week, ready to put that horrible experience behind me. I start feeling some pain again. Now in my other eye. Are you kidding me? I know exactly what it is but in denial. The pain is horrific but since I already have meds from the other eye I start putting in drops which the doctor said helped heal faster. I went to the specialist and sure enough, I have a corneal abrasion in my other eye! What are the chances? They think from after 20 years of contact wear and tear, my eyes are just giving out. So dissappointed! So what's my next thought? When can I get LASIK. As soon as my eye heals in about a month, they respond. Now I have to suffer with glasses for a month. How can they be so cruel!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535868894847536690.post-67612992846340315912011-11-02T21:41:00.000-07:002012-02-11T15:28:44.529-08:00Corneal abrasionRemember in 2010 I had a major ear infection. Of course, you don't remember...cliff notes are I had a really bad ear infection for 10 days and have lost some of my hearing because of it. Well, I now have a corneal abration in my left eye. What is wrong with me? I'm too young to be having issues with my body. On Saturday, I woke up to a pain in my eye around 4am. I went back to sleep but woke up at a decent hour and called the optometrist. My optometrist is not opened on Saturdays so I called the only one that is opened (and in my network). He saw me first thing. Not a good idea to drive myself to the doctors (Paul was in Texas). It was only 2 miles away but with a squinty eye I just hoped that my periferal vision in my right eye would not lead me astray. The optometrist told me I had a corneal abrasion, a scratch on my corneal. How I got it? Don't know. He gave me a contact lense to protect it, like a bandaid and gave me antibiotics. He wanted to see me on Sunday. I was okay on Saturday. Indoors was better than going outside and the night was my friend as I could fully open my eyes. I went to the closing social with the Japanese Student and all seemed well. We took everyone to a Haunted House in Cedar Hills and my eyes started acting up again. Paul was on his way home from Texas and so I texted him that I was going to bed and couldn't wait up for him. A minute later I wrote that I need a priesthood blessing. When he came home around midnight, he and Chad Ellis gave me a blessing. <div>Sunday I woke up and it was worse. I had to remove the contact even though I could barely open my eyes. The sunlight KILLED my eye. Paul drove me to the doctor. It still hadn't healed like he hoped it would. He gave me his cell number and told me to call if it didn't get better. A couple hours later he called and said he can't get me out of his mind and thinks I need to go to the ER and to a specialist. Being a Sunday, we have to go to the ER. He shows Paul the large cut in his magnified machine which Paul describes as the shape of Japan. I also have 2 more cuts to the side of it. They prescribe me a stronger antibiotic and Lortab. To avoid the pain, I just have kept my eyes closed and slept. I can't watch TV or look at a computer screen and it's hard to read so I just lay there with my iphone and listen to the mormon channel. The only time I opened my eye was when they put a numbing drop in my eye at the doctors and ER lasting 15 minutes. </div><div>Monday morning I go see the opthomologist. The cut has now healed but my eyes are really red and the blood vessels are working really hard to heal the eye. It is tender and sensitive to light. He dilates my eyes to give me some relieve. Perfect for Halloween...dilated pupils, red eyes and swollen. I thought of being a pirate for Halloween or a vampire because I would come alive at night when the sunlight was gone. Instead I was just 4-eyed Plain Jane. The laughing stalk of those around me. </div><div>Wednesday I go to the opthomologist again. I have a scar from where it has healed. A good sign except I my vision may have changed. I won't know that for a month or so. I'm not out of the neck yet. My eyes are still fighting and so he prescribed a steriod. Yikes! Will I grow chest hair? I'll let you know how it grows, I mean goes (He-He). Now I have to wear glasses for a week more or so and no makeup. All natural! Lasik and/or Permanent eyelashes sound so good right now!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0