A good life is when you assume nothing, do more, smile often, dream big, laugh a lot, and realize how blessed you are with what you have. Zig Ziglar
Monday, May 23, 2016
Bike ride up Provo Canyon
MaCoy's 9th birthday
May 22nd is MaCoy's birthday. Norah, Clayton and I went after Church to give him his birthday present. It was fun to see him share with Norah and Clayton and let them shout the water gun. Macoy is good with Norah and Clayton. When we go watch Boston play baseball he entertains them and they love him. MaCoy is a lot of fun!
Clayton's Preschool Graduation and Mater
Clayton graduated from Kid's Village Friday May 20th
Clayton is the sweetest boy and I loved that I got to pick him up from School this last year. He would cry if someone else picked him up. (I think it's because I have a DVD player in my car)
Clayton is a great student and very smart. I am so proud of him!
Clayton love The Movie Cars and he loves Mater. I saw this the other day and thought of him. I took and picture and sent it to him.
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Boston plays on the Royals baseball team.
Batter up!
Boston plays on the Royals team. Brandon Fish our home teacher is his assistant coach .
Boston, MaCoy, Clayton and Norah
I went an watched Boston play baseball May 10th it was a beautiful evening and I brought Norah and Clayton. This is Bostons first year playing and he is a natural. Brandon says for his first year playing he is amazing. I think Boston is a natural. MaCoy played with Norah and Clayton while Jill and I watched Boston play. I really enjoy be able to be a small part of Boston's life.
Monday, May 16, 2016
Ian 2nd birthday
Ian loves to sing the "Happy Birthday" song. He also love cake!
Jessie and Jason got a bounce house/slide. The kids really enjoyed it.
Opening presents
What I love about Ian is he is a happy boy. When I walk in the room he comes running and yells "Gandpa" (he can't say grandma yet so I am grandpa) He always says "hold you" he loves to go bye bye with me and I feel so loved by him. He is sweet. Happy birthday Ian
Owen Douglas Evans blessing May 15, 2016
These are my people and I love them. Jessie Evans
Love my people!! So glad I have them in my life. It was a wonderful day at Owens baby blessing. Rylie Dunaway
Courtany, Hyrum, Gray and Lindsey Turnner thanks for the cousin support.
When we start to recognize all things we have to be grateful for in our lives, we can't help but be happy. The moment we begin to count our blessings, everything becomes a bonus instead of an expectation. Blessing day for Owen Douglas Evans. What a beautiful day and I am grateful.
Yummy food fresh fruit and quiche.
Today was a special day for our family. In church, we gave Owen a name and blessing and then after we gathered with friends and family to enjoy good conversation and food. And then we took this picture and I had an "oh my gosh I have four kids" moment.
Tom and Cheryl were able to come for Owen's blessing.
What a blessing it is to be a Grandma and watch them be blessed. I am grateful for my faith in The Lord Jesus Christ. Grateful to my family and the joy they are to me. Here is Owen's birth story written by Jessie. Taken from her blog.
Owen
Douglas Evans Birth Story
March
17th 5 lb 19 Inches
On March 17 at 2:43 I sent Jason a message on Skype asking him to
come home around 4. He replied and asked if I needed him earlier and I told
him, “Ian’s asleep and the other two are watching a movie so I’m okay, but
still having painful contractions and can’t fully help with the kids when they
need me. I’m doing my best to keep baby in.”
When the kids woke me up
that morning, I noticed I was experiencing contractions. Nothing unusual, I
figured, I have Braxton Hicks contractions on a regular basis through most of
my pregnancies, so I wasn’t alarmed. Except, I was feeling these contractions
more in my back, similar to when I went into labor with Norah. And they were
coming on a semi-regular basis. Fortunately they weren’t painful, and I hardly
noticed them. I made a joke to Jason about how “we might be having a baby
today!” And went about getting started on the morning routine with the kids.
After being the most sick I ever remember being and bed-ridden for almost a
full week with influenza A, I was excited to get back to the land of the
living.
Unfortunately, I
couldn’t rid myself of these pesky contractions. I tried drinking water, lying
down, and getting in the bath. My bath was cut short by an invasion of little
people who took the bath from relaxing to rolicking in 10 seconds flat. I sent
Jason off to work and attempted to function as a normal human, but it wasn’t
going great. I was still pretty weak from the flu, dealing with an intense
cough, and my contractions (though super painful) were coming every 10-15
minutes. I got Norah and Clayton settled in with a movie and Ian down for a nap
and decided to try taking another bath. I messaged Jason at work asking him to
come home at four, set my laptop up near the tub and started watching Gilmore
Girls on Netflix. Rather than slowing down the contractions, they became more
frequent, more intense, and more annoying. I was so not ready to have a baby.
When Jason walked in the
door around 3:30 I nearly cried tears of joy. He went downstairs to watch the
movie with Norah and Clayton and Ian (who had woken up the second I got in the
tub) and I continued to rest. I texted Jason at 4:02 and asked him to come
upstairs. He didn’t reply. I texted him again at 4:15 again asking him to come
upstairs. Jason came upstairs to find a very distraught wife sitting on the
bed.
I always laughed when
people said “Oh, I could never not find out the gender when pregnant. I’m too
much of a planner.” I’m about as much of a type A planner as it gets. Not
knowing the gender doesn’t make it any harder to plan, but you know what really
makes things hard to plan? Babies being born 3 ½ weeks early.
Jason convinced me we
should maybe start packing the hospital bag. I texted my former labor and
delivery nurse and second mom Rachel asking her if she thought I would still be
able to get an epidural, because apparently, having the flu disqualifies you
from being eligible for an epidural. Which is all fine and dandy if you’ve
prepared to go natural, but I had not. My birthplan goes like this: Epidural
ASAP. And, that’s it.
We started throwing
stuff into the bag. Jason packed his things, I was too distracted with
contractions to do much other than say “yes” or “no” to what Jason was packing
for me. I still wasn’t convinced this could be it, mostly because it wasn’t the
plan. I wasn’t ready. I had hair appointments scheduled, I had plans to get a
pedicure, a massage, and a brazilian wax. I needed to schedule sitters for my
kids and someone to clean my house while I was at the hospital. We didn’t have
a name picked. I hadn’t yet purchased a coming home outfit. We had no idea
where this baby was going to sleep. This wasn’t the plan. Or rather, this
wasn’t MY plan. But as the contractions kept coming, I knew this was it. I
turned to Jason and asked him to give me a blessing. It was the most perfect
blessing, blessing me with strength and courage and letting me know how much
Heavenly Father loves me and this baby.
I gave my mom a call and
let her know that we were heading to the hospital to get checked. My mom had a
house full of people because the next day was the start of a two-day extended
family reunion for her side of the family, so the timing wasn’t ideal for her
either, but she headed over to watch the kids.
At this point, my
contractions were coming every five minutes and lasting about a minute each.
And they hurt. The short drive to the hospital seemed forever and the walk from
the parking lot to the entrance was my personal gauntlet. We arrived at the
hospital at 6:20. The nurses at the front desk started asking me questions and
after the first question or two, I was in too much pain to answer. A
nurse appeared with a wheelchair, and took me back to a room to be checked
while Jason finished checking me in. I quickly changed into my hospital gown,
the nurse hooked up the heart and contraction monitors, and checked to see how
dilated I was. I was measuring at a 4+. My labors are extremely fast once they
get going, and I knew a 4+ meant this baby was coming, and coming fast. This
was my third pregnancy testing positive for Group Beta Strep, which is treated
with two rounds of antibiotics during labor. The antibiotics take around 4
hours for both doses, which was not going to happen for me. We quickly informed
the nurse that I was Group B positive and that we needed to start the
antibiotics asap. Of course, she needed to call my doctor and get his
permission to admit me, so she left Jason and me waiting. My contractions were
becoming more and more painful and more and more frequent and I was begging
Jason to make it stop. When the nurse came back (after what felt like an
eternity) she said she had talked to Dr Judd and he had said, “but she’s not
due yet!” I know, Dr Judd, I know. My thoughts exactly. But, because I was very
clearly in active labor, I was admitted and they put me back in the wheelchair
to take me to my room.
One major perk of going
into labor over being induced is, placing my IV is no big deal. I have a HUGE
needle-phobia, but when I’m too busy trying to cope through contractions, I
don’t even notice needles and IV’s. So, in goes the IV to get the antibiotics
started and all I can think about is, “where is my best friend the epidural
man?” And in he walks! Ryan informs me that he sped the whole way to the
hospital, and even sped past a cop but didn’t get pulled over. “Jesus must
really love you,” he said. With my epidural placed, I could finally relax and
embrace that this was really happening.
At my last doctor’s
appointment, I told Dr Judd my biggest fear was not having him deliver my baby.
It’s really my fault for saying it out loud and jinxing myself. On call for Dr
Judd was Sue, a nurse midwife who was actually perfect for the situation. I was
a nervous wreck. This baby was 3 ½ weeks early, and I was Group B positive and
wasn’t going to be able to get the full antibiotics dosage. Sue was so motherly
and calming.
I quickly progressed to
almost complete and Sue asked if she could break my water. As she was checking
me before she planned on breaking my water, my water broke and there was
meconium in the fluid, which is not a good sign. Sue quickly assembled the team
saying this baby needed to come now, and that for my sake she hoped it was a
girl because they do so much better with potential respiratory issues.
The delivery team
quickly got into position, and so did I. Because of all the potential health
risks this baby faced, I wasn’t going to be able to hold my baby right away,
but the plan was to place the baby on my stomach for a second while the cord
was clamped and cut. I pushed through two contractions, and at 9:20 baby was
born! I was so focused on the health of the baby, I forgot for the moment that
we didn’t know the gender. “It’s a boy!” Jason said in surprise, I couldn’t
believe it. This pregnancy had been much more similar to my pregnancy with
Norah that I was thinking we were going to have a girl. After a brief moment of
admiring him while Jason cut the cord, he was whisked away by the respiratory
therapist. Sue immediately distracted me from the situation as she stitched me
up. As much as I wasn’t thrilled about going into labor 3 ½ weeks early, on St
Patrick’s Day, Sue kept reassuring me that this baby came now for a reason.
Given the meconium in the amniotic fluid and the condition of the placenta (It
looked like it had been shredded and was starting to detach), my sweet little
baby may not have done well for much longer.
Because I still had to
be stitched up and taken care of, and couldn’t really move, and my baby boy had
to be on a CPAP machine and all sorts of IV’s and monitors, I wasn’t able to
see him for about an hour. Jason went into the level 2 nursery with him and the
nurses and (praise modern technology!) I was able to facetime with them and see
everything that was going on. One of my favorite moments was seeing my little
guy immediately respond to hearing my voice over the phone. Our little guy is a
fighter, and despite all the potential health risks he faced, was completely
100 percent perfectly fine. We didn’t have a name picked out, and didn’t really
even have a list of names, but as we threw out name ideas over the next day and
a half, Jason looked up the meaning of Owen, which means little warrior, and we
immediately knew it was perfect for him.
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Mother's day
To the Women in my life and throughout the world you all have incredible impact on SO many! I am blessed to be surrounded by the best of the best! Forever grateful to God for blessing me to be able to be a mother and understand God's love for his children. Learning to love as God loves is powerful. Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful mothers out there!
We order Shoots and picked it up on Saturday and Scott and Jason just heated it up for us on Sunday. It was so yummy!
Sweet Carlie and me
Geoff and Jessie and I
Happy Mother's Day to this beautiful lady who is not only my mom, but my best friend. Growing up everyone loved my mom and I swear my friends would want to come over to hang out with her and not me. She makes everyone feel loved and special. Love you, Mom! (From Jessie)
Love this mother of mine. She is such a good example to me. She has done so much for me and I'm so grateful that I was sent to her in this earth life. (From Rylie)
Happy Mother's Day to you! I will be for ever grateful for you, you raised the man that I get to have forever. Love you so much! (From Stacy)
Sweet Carlie and me
Geoff and Jessie and I
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