Another one of our favorite Christmas activities was building gingerbread houses. Watching Tyler carefully plan and decorate his house was particularly fun. I think this was the first year that he was more into the construction of it than in the candy.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Christmas activities-2
Friday, December 9, 2011
Mini Bob
It turns out that not only was Robby named after his grandpa (my dad), but he also just so happened to inherit one of grandpa's biggest weaknesses: being EXTREMELY ticklish under his chin. When I was younger our family would have wrestling/tickling matches. If one of us kids wanted to completely paralyze my dad and make him defenseless, all we had to do was tickle him in his neck. Done. He'd become a laughing, squawking, gasping mess with his chin tucked down trying with any ounce of remaining energy to defend himself.
Robby is exactly the same way. All it takes is one wiggly finger being poked into his chin and he can barely breathe because he's laughing so hard. Well, this becomes a problem when we're trying to get his helmet on to ride his bike. The minute my fingers come near his neck to try to get the buckle and chin strap under his chin, he starts thrashing and laughing and even drooling. Every time. And I think it's funny every time. See for yourself.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Thanksgiving




...and we made sure there was plenty of time for this
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Utah trip- Part 5






Robby loved the little kitchen. He takes his cooking very seriously...
...and as seriously as Robby takes his cooking, my nephew Brock, takes his Latin dancing. I could have watched him all day. I wish you could see in this video the serious concentration on his face.
Utah trip- Part 2



Utah Trip- part 1
The next day was Sunday and it would be the one day when the WHOLE family would be together. All five siblings and all 15 grand kids! That made for a LOT of fun! Talent show, games, activities, good food, and plenty of cousins to play with- what could be better?!? I seriously love getting together with everyone like this- it just feels like happy chaos!
We had to convince Tyler that this wasn't his own personal swimming hole.
We really did feel like it was heaven. Every morning John and I would go for a run- it was AMAZINGLY beautiful. One morning John left while it was still below 60 degrees! Coming from Texas where we are having one of the worst summers on record and our temps often don't dip below 85 at night, this was pure bliss! I loved letting the boys run, play, hike, and explore to their little heart's content.
One evening, we headed down to Provo to visit BYU campus where john and I both attended school when we were first married. We took a minute to swing past our old condo where we lived for the first six years of our marriage. We were both flooded with nostalgia- so many wonderful memories! As we drove past our old patio and front door, the memory that stood out the most was the day we received a knock on our door, only to find a pair of blue booties and a letter from Tyler's birth mother informing us that she had selected us to be the parents of her baby boy. I can still picture our caseworker standing there with her camera ready to capture the whole thing. It was in that condo that we waited and prayed for years and years to become parents...and it was in that very condo that we received the sacred news that we were receiving the most precious gift.
I'll admit, I got a little emotional as we drove past that little home where our story began.
No trip to Provo would be complete for us if we didn't head up the Provo River Trail. Oh my goodness...talk about literally walking down memory lane! The trail ran right past our condo, so I spent many miles and many hours there. It's where I trained for my first half marathon. And it was my solace during difficult times. I think I either ran or rode my bike up the canyon on that trail at least twice a week for a number of years. Walking up that path with my little family by my side was a unique experience. I can remember riding my bike up that canyon with tears streaming down my face, wondering if I would every have a family of my own, and here I was several years later, walking that same trail with my sweet husband and two babies at my side. Life is sweet.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Dancing
Last week I missed the General Young Women's Conference broadcast, so I listened to it at home on the Internet. During the closing hymn, Robby told me he wanted to dance to the music. Now let me say that we dance a lot at our house, but not usually to hymns, so I wasn't quite sure which of his dance moves he was going to pull out for this occasion. I must say, I was quite impressed...and a little confused- where in the world did my boy learn ballet moves?!?
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
...and then John had to go and have this conversation with Robby that I was afraid was going to break his little heart into pieces. Can you see from the expression on his face that he actually believes what John is saying. Texas Sledding
Thursday, March 24, 2011
News Flash
Yesterday while I was making dinner, I noticed Tyler in the other room playing with my camera. I only caught the end of what he was video taping, but he seemed to be taking it very seriously.
A little later I went to check out what he had filmed. I discovered this gem and about died laughing.
Apparently there is a lot of destruction on the news these days...especially if you watch the nightly lightly news. And who knew Tyler wanted a career in newscasting?
Friday, March 11, 2011
Monday, October 11, 2010
No More Training Wheels
In case you can't tell, riding bikes is kind of a big deal around this house. It's something John and I have a passion for. Cycling is something we hope our entire family will enjoy together. We have big dreams of someday riding the Oregon coast or riding across country when our kids are older. So you know how some dads are big into football and are so excited to buy their kid their first football and take them to their first football game. It's kind of that way with John and bikes. Ever since Ty was little, we've always bought him a decent bike-at least one that is the correct size for his age. Last year when Tyler turned five, we bought him a nice bike, one that could grow with him for the next three years or so. John was very excited to teach Ty to ride without training wheels, but as everyone always told us, kids tend to learn to do so at their own pace- when they feel ready for the challenge.
John was always so good and never got frustrated with Tyler's fears and inhibitions when it came to riding without the training wheels. He's been very patient and has given it a try and backed off more than a few times. Well, now that the weather is cooler and our evenings are so pleasant, we decided it was time to try again. This go around Tyler seemed more determined and excited when we talked about it. Sure enough, with only a few attempts and a few nervous falls, it finally clicked. Tyler was THRILLED...and so was his proud daddy.
I'll never forget watching him ride down the street yelling excitedly, "I'm doing it! I'm doing it!" It was fun to see him so pleased with himself.
And now he asks to ride his bike after school every day. He loves the freedom and I love watching that expression of pure childhood joy on his face. It's super sweet. The other night I was heading out for a run, but at the last minute, we decided to make it a family event. Dad and Ty road their bikes and I pushed Robby in the stroller. It was great to have Ty be able to ride for several miles and keep up (his training wheels frequently slowed him down), and I loved watching John teach Tyler about bike safety and how to ride safely on the streets with cars.
Since the start of school, we have seen Tyler grow so much. He is experiencing so many new things and has found lots of success along the way. He's learning to read, doing well in soccer, and now this. It has been neat to watch him try new things and feel successful at them. As much as I hate that he's growing up so fast, I'm still a proud mama, and I'm so happy that he feels so positively about the things he has accomplished.
(I don't know who looks happier in this video, Tyler or John)
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
One last trip to the pool!
Here are a couple vids of the kids at the pool. I couldn't get Tyler to actually swim instead of dog paddle for the camera...oh well. And he still yells, "Candy Bar!" instead of "Cannon Ball!" Love it.
Robby has come up with his own variation of swimming. It's the cutest thing ever. He just scoots along the step of the kiddie pool.
And one last story that must be documented because in my book it's a pretty big deal. While we were at the pool, Robby was able to, in his own way, communicate a low blood sugar. You see, as a parent of a diabetic, one of my jobs is to teach Robby to recognize and communicate if he's feeling high or low, but especially low due to the dangerous nature of a low blood sugar. Some of the signs or symptoms of a low blood sugar are fatigue, sleepiness, hunger, confusion, and shakiness. The brain is highly glycemic, but doesn't store any glycogen, so when blood sugars drop low, it's essential to treat it quickly. Many kids typically feel it in their weak legs. They'll notice that they can't walk or feel like they just want to sit. Robby's had a few lows that made him irritable and shaky, but the other symptoms are hard to read.
On this particular trip to the pool, we were just about to leave when I remembered I didn't have the diabetes bag (a bag full of the essentials- needles, test strips, BG meter, and lots of sugar snacks to treat an emergency low). For a split second I thought, "Nah, we won't need that today. We'll only be gone for 45 minutes and we literally live a 30 second walk from the pool. If anything goes wrong, we'll just run home."
Uh. Hello? No. That's when the voices in my head reminded me that I have a child with diabetes and we don't go ANYWHERE without that bag, especially not the pool. Miracle #1.
When we got to the pool, I checked Robby's continuous glucose monitor one last time. The monitor isn't waterproof, so we fly blind when we're at the pool. It read that he was at 138 (great number), but was indicating he was in the middle of a slow, gentle drop. So for good measure, I game him half a small box of raisins to be on the safe side.
30 minutes later, Robby said, "I unt nack" (I want snack). This was actually the first time I had ever heard him use these new words. At first I just brushed it off, and thought it was kind of cute. But then he said it like three more times. The thought came that maybe he was low. But I discounted that because he was acting completely normal, and I had just given him a little snack before we got in the water. But then those little voices returned: check his blood sugar now. Miracle #2
I reluctantly pulled him out of the pool and did a quick poke and the meter read...
52
52!?! What??? I ran and got the bag, glad that I had brought it and wishing it had a fast acting sugar like a juice box (why it didn't have a juice box, I don't know). I gave him an entire box of raisins, which he gladly downed and several more yogos for good measure (and then of course gave the rest to a patiently waiting big brother...he knows Robby gets a treat first in cases like this. Good little boy). Immediately Robby was begging to get back in the pool. Uhhh...sorry buddy, they'll be no passing out in the pool today. We gave him a few minutes, re-checked his blood sugar, and then got back in the pool. I hate to think of what that mad dash home would have been like if I had left the bag.
I was grateful for the little voices that whisper in my ear and help me know what my little boy needs and the instant at which he needs them. I rely on that gift and pray for it daily. I am grateful that Robby is starting to recognize what his body needs, and I am confident that as he grows, the spirit will be a strong, guiding influence in his life.
...and one other thing is for sure...when Robby wants a snack, Robby gets a snack.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Labor Day
And diabetes didn't even ruin the day...although it tried.
Robby's pod was on it's third day (it has to be changed every three days). The adhesive was starting to come loose, so we brought along extra insulin and needles just in case. Good thing because when we went to change Robby's clothes, his pod was nowhere to be found. Luckily it stayed on long enough to get his lunch bolus and we had the back-up tools to still deliver insulin after it had come off. We actually got a good chuckle thinking about that thing washing up on shore in a few hours. Once the pod goes dead, if it's not deactivated, it will continuously beep (LOUDLY) for several hours straight. Whoever finds it beeping (or should I say screeching) in the sand is going to be quite perplexed I'm sure.






