It's random, lovely, full of misspelled words and terrible punctuation. It's about me, Erin, my family and friends, in real life. There's sugar but no sugar coating.
"Come what may, and love it!......Yet in spite of discouragement and adversity, those who are happiest seem to have a way of learning from difficult times, becoming stronger, wiser, and happier as a result." ~ Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin
Today I feel like enough is enough. He's been to enough doctors enough times.
He's been poked, prodded, and tested too many times. I'm tired.
Is he really "sick"? Is there something really wrong?
I realize he has a hard time swallowing things and that he still throws up.
But the major things have been tested for, right?.
Can't we just continue with the occupational therapy to strengthen his arm and work on feeding
and forget about the rest?
Forget about Shriners every other week for weigh in's? He's only actually lost weight once.
Forget about the pediatrician there who is very nice by the way but wasn't doing the testing we needed anyway?
Forget about the dietitian that seems to think that taking him off of formula and switching to D milk is a good idea right now? He won't even swallow regular food and the formula has the most complete nutrition.
I'm trying, I am. I try EVERYDAY to give him solid foods. We are progressing at our own rate.
It's slow but we are progressing.
Dear dietitian, Please don't be too pushy. Mother's instinct is way better than anything that can be learned.at any school..
Readers: Don't get me wrong the kid loves mashed potatoes and a few other things but anything that's much more solid than that he has a hard time swallowing and mostly just spits out.
I see the emotional effects it all has on him.
It's been about a year now. Pretty much his entire life.
I will be glad to see the reflexologist when we get to Texas.
They did weigh him yesterday. 17 pounds 1 ounce. Not a lot of gain but it's in the right direction.
Well, I found my camera (well, Heath found it in my coat pocket - I'm still not sure what he was doing wearing it but I have my camera back)
ONLY I have lost my wallet.
I tore up the house yesterday looking for it. I hope it's not lost, lost and that it's just misplaced.
Speaking of Lost. I hate that show. Heath borrowed it and I watched an episode and it sucked me right in.
As I watched another episode I kept saying "I'm not watching this anymore" then I watch the next.
In all I've seen about 6 episodes of season 1 and about 7 episodes of season 4.
Heath had to fill me in on the in between.
Now that I finished season 4 I'm done.
I don't mind if someone tells me what happens but I'm done watching.
It's also a little too scary for me. I don't do scary.
Noah is so excited to go on the plane and go to Texas. Although I think he will have a little bit of a hard time being away from his daddy. He's been saying a lot lately, "I want daddy."
My reply to him is, "me too, buddy."
Heath has been so busy lately we haven't seen much of him. We did get a good day with him last Saturday.
Sometimes Noah sings songs. I can't understand the words some of the time but when he stops I ask him If he'll keep going. He does and I get to smile for a little longer. .
Noah loves dogs.
Asher is terrified.
Noah doesn't like to sit still much and likes to touch everything.
Asher is curious but it a very calm baby.
They are different but equally loved
Asher has 4 teeth now. One on top, three on the bottom. He will have the front teeth spread like Noah has.
Good thing it's stinkin' cute. Well, I think it is anyway.
I played a game or two of knock out (basketball game) with the YM and YW last night.
I won a game. Was glad to see I still have a little bit in me. An athlete that is.
It's true that I gave my first talk at church when I was 3. I memorized it and 27 years later I can still recall some of it. Also true that I'm at Heidi's house doing laundry right now. She probably doesn't know that. Thanks Heidi! (and deric, too) Wait, Heidi just got home for lunch. She knows now.
Also, don't take off points for spelling. I couldn't figure out spell check on this computer.
Be still, my soul: The Lord is on thy side;
With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In ev'ry change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: Thy best, thy Heav'nly Friend
Thru thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as he has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know.
His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.
Be still, my soul: The hour is hast'ning on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored,
Be still, my soul: When change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
It's snowing again.
Went grocery shopping the other night.
I would have spend $286 but after store savings, coupons, and grocery perks from fueling at their gas station
I paid $140 with $6 to spend of my next purchase and $.30 in fuel perks. Yes! (like Napoleon says it)
The P90X is coming a long. I'm sore and feeling food, feeling food? I meant to type feeling good.
I still can't find my camera.
No pictures today, sorry.
Valentines Day is today. I wish my husband was even a little interested in cute holidays like Valentines Day.
He's not.
No weigh in today. A lot of snow came down last night and is still coming down.
We attempted to go to the appointment but turned around and came home.
Just too much darn snow.
I did some P90X (a "gift" from a neighbor) yesterday. My first day.
I'm sore. A good sore. It's been a while.
needless to say I've put on a few. Glad I don't have weigh in's.
I am going to Texas for sure with the babies. 3 whole weeks.
I'm excited. I know I will miss Heath but it will be a good trip.
My sister and her husband are saints, really.
College life does not make it possible for us to do a lot of things but we are so blessed.
Heath made a bow for Noah out of a plastic hanger and a shoe string. Noah loves it.
Heath can't wait for the boys to be old enough to go hunting.
Noah (right after "shooting" the bow): I got it. holy moke (smoke)
Heath: nice shot!
a high five follows.
Noah even does a coyote call with his hand over his mouth. Too cute, too funny.
I wish I could find my camera.
"There will be nothing in this world that can defeat us...Fear not. Be of good cheer. The future is as bright as your faith." -Thomas S. Monson
There's something about the words "when are you due" when you're not pregnant that gets a girl moving.
Where, oh, where is my camera? I can't seem to find it.
I think I might have put it somewhere so Noah wouldn't play with it and I forgot where.
Noah says (when I'm leaving his room for him to go to sleep) "you hava stay" (you have to stay)
It's so cute and makes me want to stay.
He has been sleeping in his bed the entire night for the past week.
I know you're thinking "big deal!"
Well, Noah always (well, almost always) goes to sleep in his bed but for some reason always wakes up in mine.
It was hard in the beginning so Heath had to be the consistent parent on this one.
Asher is gaining more confidence in his arm.
Pulling up more and trying to stand
I found him today giving the stairs a try.
He had one knee on the first step with both hands on the second. He's not quite ready for that one.
I got to go to the Temple on Saturday. Palmyra Temple.
The stake Relief Society rented a charter bus. The drive is a little over 3 1/2 hours (I think)
We left at 5 am and returned at about 8 pm. This is the longest I've been away from Asher.
I knew he was in good hands and Heath said that he didn't know it was that hard to keep the living room clean. It was good for them both.
I made a new friend.
Her name is Sister Wawro (I haven't seen her first name on her blog so I will not use it on mine either). She is in the stake Relief Society presidency. She is a great lady.
Someone I admire for sure.
She is 34. Her husband died when she was 29 of cancer.
She has 3 kids. She is very friendly and lots of fun. I made her sit in an empty seat near me on the bus and tell me all about herself. She has a blog that I love reading now. I'm sure it will captivate you too. www.diaryofawidow.com
She said I could give it to you.
The blog is great. She talks about her experiences with her husband dieing, her children and other memories.
Some post make you laugh, some make you cry, and others are just thought provoking.
I may be going to Texas soon. I hope I can. Just me and the baby boys, I think.
There is a weigh in tomorrow. Cross your fingers.
I am going to take Asher to a reflexologist while I am in Texas. She seems to fix all my sister and her families problems, my mom's problems and my aunts. Everything from constipation to sinus infections.
Heath calls my sister and the reflexologist witch doctors.
It's just natural healing, really.
It's true that messes are a lot easier to clean up when you do it right away. If you wait it's just harder and takes more time.
These are some of Heath's pots. I think this one might be in the teapot show (or one like it)
Who is that? Batman? oh...wait...that's my hot husband.
Well, our desk top is broken (it's under warranty thank goodness) and our internet doesn't seem to work when Heath brings the laptop home.
I'm writing today from the Ence's.
We made it to the ear, nose, and throat doctor.
They stuck a little camera up his nose and down his throat which he didn't like one bit.
I didn't like it either. They asked I would sit him in my lap, put his legs in between mine, hold his arms down, and hold his head. I didn't cry this time but he did.
After they started I just kept hoping it would end soon.
They said his tonsils are a little enlarged but nothing to be concerned about.
Everything else looked good.
This is good news but it still leaves me wondering what is next for this baby boy.
Also, I called for the results of the blood work.
Everything is normal there too. No celiacs disease. Yes, we can still eat our wheat bread, pancakes, and cinnamon rolls. Heath is excited too. (About Asher, not necesarily the wheat)
The only thing left is the stool sample which I'm having a hard time getting for them.
This little boy is having some trouble with his bowels. Poor baby.
Heath had to start a blog for school. If you want to check it out.go to http://www.checkoutmyblogatmyblog.blogspot.com/ (I know, right) or click here.
Asher is crawling faster now. I know I still need to get it on video.
And I will soon.
Noah's speech is still improving.
His hopes and dreams: to ride a bus, to go to a chocolate factory and to fly.
Yesterday he helped me make brownies and cookies for a church activity.
He's so cute in his little apron. (well, it's a big apron that I wrap around him a few times)
He played with 1 lb of navy beans, sorting, counting, throwing, feeding to Asher (kidding).
For the record my vacuum does pick up dried navy beans. I did wonder.
It was my grandfather's 90th birthday. Happy Birthday, Poppy.
and my mom has been very sick. I hope you are feeling better, mom. a lot better.
I really loved Elder Jeffrey R. Holland's talk at the last general conference Loved it!
Reading it is good but listening to it is better.
He says, "I want it absolutely clear when I stand before the judgment bar of God that I declared to the world … that the Book of Mormon is true."
It is true and I'm with him. If you would like a free copy, really, email me emailerinp@gmail.com
He also says, "Prophecies regarding the last days often refer to large-scale calamities such as earthquakes or famines or floods. These in turn may be linked to widespread economic or political upheavals of one kind or another.
But there is one kind of latter-day destruction that has always sounded to me more personal than public, more individual than collective—a warning, perhaps more applicable inside the Church than outside it. The Savior warned that in the last days even those of the covenant, the very elect, could be deceived by the enemy of truth.1 If we think of this as a form of spiritual destruction, it may cast light on another latter-day prophecy. Think of the heart as the figurative center of our faith, the poetic location of our loyalties and our values; then consider Jesus’s declaration that in the last days “men’s hearts [shall fail] them.”2
He's a Grad student. He makes pots. He likes hunting and hanging out with his boys. You can visit his blog at www.checkoutmyblogatmyblog.blogspot.com (or click the picture).
"We artist are indestructible, even in a prison cell or a concentration camp I would be almighty in my own world of art. Even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell." - Pablo Picasso
Asher helps me develop faith. He has a nerve injury on his right arm. He also has trouble gaining weight. He sees an occupational therapist 2 times a week. He is sweet and shy but has a funny personality.
this is our story.
i called him. he said yes. he kissed me. i said, "i love you." he said, "i like you twelve." (that equals i love you.) he said "will you?" i said, "yes". we got married. he started school. we had noah. i became a mom. he became an artist. we moved to pa. he became a grad student. then came asher and i became the mom of 2. we moved back to utah. he became a teacher. me? the mom of three. we are happy. we are blessed.
Children are made readers on the laps of their parents. - Emily Buchwald
