Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Science Fairs and 11 year old girls…

P1310175 She called her experiment “The Exploding Can Experiment…of Doom. (Mwha ha ha)”

I have yet to meet an 11 year old that finds “long and tedious” an exciting prospect. My 11 year old Autumn is in the final stages of her science fair project and the journey to get to this point has not always created an amiable atmosphere between the two of us. A lot of “talks” on being willing to do the hard things were given, I even made her sit and watch this video at one point to encourage her not just to plod through this and other areas of her life but to reach for her potential…. During yet another one of my “talks” when I had begun to wax particularly poetic in my parenting wisdom I curiously asked, “Autumn at what point did you tune me out?” She promptly responded, “Mom. I’m listening to everything you are saying.” (slightly scary for me to realize)

She is amazingly patient, observant and snarky -  and she has done a fantastic job reaching these final stages. Last night I was proofreading her observation journal and her outlook on life had me laughing…

Experiment 1: 1/31/13

Set-up: My Mom didn’t want her beloved freezer to get all sticky so we covered the whole middle shelf with tinfoil, and saran wrap. My mom said it would make it “Easier to clean.”( more like, to not stain the walls.)

She also had me fluffing my mommy feathers in pride that she could write the following after all we had been through too…

· Observation: From this data I learned, that our hypothesis was right! With no added ingredients in carbonated water that would block the water molecules from “Bonding”, it froze and exploded first. But then I also made the observation that if there was an experiment of which one would explode first, plain water or Carbonated Water, I think that it would be Carbonated water. The Carbon Dioxide Gas in it would make much more pressure inside the can, making it push out, thus, an exploding soda can. I thought the experiment was very fun, I was right next to the freezer when I heard the Carbonated Water explode, it was really cool! It sounded like ice cracking. I loved doing this experiment, and now I know, why a soda can explodes.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Presents for Jesus.

A couple of years ago we started the tradition of doing Christ-like things everyday for Jesus that we had pre-written down on slips of paper, when we complete the day if did a good job we put the paper in a star box that on Christmas Eve we put under the tree for Jesus. It’s been  a good way to focus more on others and the Savior as the Christmas season rolls along.

Today I enjoyed spending the morning helping Liberty complete her gift that day.

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As it snowed outside we cozied up with paper, glue and scissors to write a thank you note to Liberty’s wonderful Nursery Leader, Sister Price. She worked hard mastering cutting and gluing and slowly a snowman thank you card emerged from her hard work.

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Inside her card she had me write, “Sister Price, I love you. I love Nursery. I love you again. Liberty” – I thanked Don the other day, yet again, for making it possible for me to stay home so I can have these precious moments. Who would of thought that a morning of glue, paper, and my 3 year old could bring me such…joy.

We ended our creative mess by bundling up and heading out to deliver her card. I love that tonight when we are placing our papers in the star that she will experience the satisfaction of having done something difficult for her but meaningful.

It’s time to catch-up with favorite pictures.

In September we took a ride up Payson Canyon and had a wonderful time.

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Then the camera was placed on the shelf for the rest of September as our family experienced the loss of Don’s mom, Kathleen and shortly after my grandpa, Pappaw and the weight of Don being called as the bishop of our ward... It was a heavy month and we welcomed the lightness of Bizzie’s Birthday and Halloween.

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Going to the zoo – our absolute favorites were the river otters, the seals and the bengal tigers!144

We ended the day eating at The Garden and enjoying Temple Square.156

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Getting Creative with the Cricut…101

Two very different takes on what a pirate looks like…116

Making spider pretzels for Bizzie’s First Grade Halloween Party!121

Meeting Mitt at the ward Trunk o’ Treat!140

Then came the first snow fall which was absolutely beautiful but was so wet and heavy that we lost lots of major branches to our trees. Our  High Priests and many other wonderful men in our ward were examples yet again of christlike service and traveled through the ward cleaning up the mess – have I already mentioned what an amazing ward we live in?! Anyway, with the mess of course came glorious, perfect sledding snow and the kids took advantage of it all day long!

Eli was willing to become a popsicle before he would complain of being cold, needless to say – he was upset when i made him come in early…163

Big sister and little brother sledding.168

Bizzie and Liberty getting ready for take-off!169  

During Thanksgiving break Autumn and her friend worked hard on their Egyptian Fair Project and did an amazing job!

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Which brings us to the Christmas Season! We got a beautiful tree at Sunrock’s Tree lot and christened the tree “Joe.”

Don received a lot of “encouragement” if not “help” with setting up Joe in the house…182

As i went through my pictures i noticed a lot of gaps of major events and realized how much we have started to use Don’s Iphone for pictures instead of the regular camera. So maybe once I receive those I’ll do a second installment of “catch-up.'”

Friday, August 31, 2012

Sigh. Seriously?

A question I get asked a lot by expectant mothers when they find out they are having a boy and discover I have 3 girls and 1 boy is “so are boys really that different from girls?”. My answer?

This is my adorable, sweet Eli.

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He is ALWAYS on the move…

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The last few days have been a bit hard for him, he found a bag of his dad’s chips and discovered sharp points are a bit more difficult to swallow than his regular baby food cuisine ( a lot of gagging and throw up involved before I could find, vacuum up and dispose of all the offending chips he had scattered throughout the house) – “where was I” you ask when the initial spreading of chips was happening? Downstairs. (For less than 5 minutes) putting a load of laundry in and out.

Then on Sunday he grabbed the cord to the flat iron and yanked it to the ground where he promptly tried to pick it up and burned the fingertips of both hands (resulting in blistering 2nd degree burns), these have since popped and we are in the process of keeping them clean (0n a little boy who likes to pick-up EVERYTHING) and healing them - “where was I” you ask? I was  2 feet away taking hot curls out of my hair for church. (The whole thing happened in the time it took me to try to reach for the flat iron as it fell to the ground and grab Eli to pick him up as he burnt his hands (10 seconds).

Which brings us to today…

I thought it would be such a neat treat to paint Liberty’s nails today – it’s been hard on her to have her older sisters back in school. Eli hovered nearby watching and wanting to hold all the things we were using to make her nails beautiful and I felt I was terribly successful in keeping all these things from him. When I was finished, I had Liberty stay still on the couch while her nails dried and I ran upstairs to use the bathroom (less than 5 minutes). As I go to head downstairs I get a whiff of this overpowering smell of nail polish and looked at my hands to see if I spilt any on me, then Eli began to whine…

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calling Eli’s doctor to see how I should get the nail polish out of his burns - which the good doctor, with an unsuccessful attempt not to laugh, said would act as a good barrier to infection and to leave it alone (why couldn’t I have used the blue nail polish like Liberty asked?!), omg 014

cleaning the floor with nail polish remover – before…

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When I had to take a break to call Crystal for another bottle of nail polish remover, clean up Eli (again) – because he had discovered if he held the Windex bottle up-side down cool blue stuff comes pouring out until he slipped in it and hit his head, and clean up Liberty’s “accident”, who had dutifully waited on the couch for her nails to dry and had been asking me for the last 15 minutes if she could get up ( not knowing the reason for her insistence was of a bathroom nature, I kept telling her to wait hoping to get most of the wet polish up before Eli walked through it again…) Sigh.

Are boys different than girls? A little bit.

Last night - Don, Autumn and I stayed up watching Mitt’s acceptance speech as the Republican’s Presidential Nominee and I loved watching Ann stand regally and ladylike as Mitt proudly pointed out “here is a woman who could’ve been successful at anything she wanted to do” and she chose the better part, to be a mom to her 5 boys. She looked serene, sane, and put together… What a beacon of hope on days like today she is, when I feel aged 20 years and positive everyone will be able to see the pink nail polish that won’t come out of the creases in my hands. That what I’m doing is important, that my serene-sane-put together days are coming and that I’ll miss this time of pink nail polish with all my heart.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Simple pleasures…

I have a gazillion things to catch up on and write about – and I will – but these two pictures seem to trump the more pressing topics for me.

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Liberty in her tiger suit, Bizzie in her owl pajamas – playing with mermaids in the bathroom sink… It made me insanely content that this small pleasure gave them hours of happiness.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Letter to Don

Hey handsome man. We miss you. I find myself going and going so as not to think too hard about the fact that you are away. Not a lot of unusual things to report on, but ya know – us being us – Olsen style…

Everyone had at some point had their nails painted BYU blue in the last few days – except Bizzie – she was justifiably adamnet that it was her turn! jan-may 2012 098

Diet Coke, quilting and eli – a common combination these days…

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Autumn had one more chance to boost her math grade and she was SOOOO excited (granted it was her third attempt with the same 20 problems…).

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With several Elder bugs down my shirt and in my hair – ta da!

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We’ve been on long biking trips, had a girls night with Crystal last night, a mini slumber party with bizzie, liberty and autumn (under Party Planner Bizzie’s supervision) and I plan on watching that scary movie tonight… I’m worn out keeping busy, I am REALLY looking forward to you coming home. I bet today was on the stressful end so I’ll end this blog with some fun photos to enjoy…

Sledding…

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Hot Cocoa and the temple…

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Coming in an amazing second AND getting a chance to spell “thoroughbred” moment…

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“Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and so on – until I am old…”

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Just missed catching the infamous “shoelace tasting” picture…

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Molly! Stop! Actually…. do it one more time so I can get a picture…or two.

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I’m such a bad mom, but it was SO cute!

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Cute Eli, Adorable girls and Funny dad…

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Love you.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Eli Arrives!

This is Don writing as the special guest blogger on this post . . .
This post is very late in coming but it seems like we hit the end of July and life got very busy and very complicated quicker than we were expecting – much quicker. 
By way of background . . . as of July 30th Rachel had given birth to three children – all girls – all late – and all were induced.  (OK Liberty started on her own but then required a Pitosin (sp?) drip.)
So on Sunday, July 31st with Eli’s due date more than a week away we did not expect any excitement – we were wrong.  Here’s how it happened counting down to the moment of delivery. 
7:00 AM (T -10 hours 35 minutes)
Don leaves for Bishopric Meeting. 
9:00 AM (T - 8 hours 35 minutes)
Pregnant Rachel manages to get the girls to Church and sits uncomfortably through Sacrament Meeting. 
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10:15 AM (T - 7 hours 20 minutes) 
Having made a good showing at Sacrament Meeting Rachel heads home with Liberty to be uncomfortable in a more comfortable place. 
12:00 PM (T - 5 hours 35 minutes)
Church is over and Autumn and Bizzie head home. 
1:30 PM (T - 4 hours 5 minutes)
Don is done with meetings and heads home.
2:00 PM (T – 3 hours 35 minutes)
Rachel serves a delicious Sunday dinner of roast and potatoes. 
4:00 PM ( T – 1 hour 35 minutes)
Rachel shows Liberty YouTube videos of newborns to help Liberty get oriented to the idea of what’s coming. 
4:30 PM(T – 65 minutes)
Rachel starts to have “really really minor” “braxton hicks” type contractions – similar to what she’d had earlier in the week.  Rachel starts walking around the house trying to “walk off” the “really minor” “braxton hicks” contractions that she’s having. 
5:15 PM (T – 20 minutes)
Rachel decides to take a bath. 
5:19 PM (T – 16 minutes)
Don hears Rachel exhale loudly in the bathroom and decides to investigate.  He finds Rachel hunched over in the tub in the middle of a “really minor” “braxton hicks” contraction. 
5:20 PM (T – 15 minutes)
Rachel assures Don that she is not in labor – in the middle of which Rachel has another contraction.  In response, Don recommends that out of an abundance of caution they get Rachel out of the tub, dressed, and they go to the hospital.
5:25 (T – 10 minutes)
Don calls Rachel’s sister Mary and asks her to come watch the girls – who are sitting on the couch wondering what is happening. 
5:32 (T – 3 minutes)
Rachel and Don get in the van and head toward the hospital.  Don calls Mary again to tell her that they’ve left the girls at the house.  Rachel is doing her labor-breathing-thing.   
5:34:01 (T – 1 minute)
At 400 North Main Street Rachel’s water breaks (with an audible whoosh!).  Don accelerates, but is thinking; “Ok, that’s not so good for the car but I’ve seen enough movies to know that the woman’s water usually breaks when they are at a restaurant or something and there’s still a half hour – or an hour – to get to the hospital.”  Rachel says: “I don’t want to have the baby naturally!” (Rachel [and Don] are both big believers in the magic of modern drugs.) 
5:34:30 (T – :30 seconds)
At about 1000 North Main Rachel – in a panting voice – says: “I need to push - call 911 – call 911!”  To which Don thought: “Got it – calling 911 – but for the love of Pete – DON”T PUSH!”  A lot of things happened all at once next . . . First, Rachel did not NOT push – so Eli was coming (apparently “not pushing” is difficult to do).  Don was pulling over with one hand and calling 911 with the other.  Van stopped at 1050 North Main Street in Springville (with a very perplexed looking Hispanic family about 20 yards down the sidewalk).  Don was reporting the address as he went around the van and opened the door.
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5:35:00 (TIME!)
Rachel is holding Eli as Don opens the van doors.  And that was it.  Eli was born.  We quickly grabbed a towel that was in the van (we have no idea why it was in the van – and we probably don’t want to know).  So much could have gone wrong here – but didn’t.  He wasn’t breach – there was no cord wrapped around his neck – within a couple of seconds Eli opened his mouth and you could see his chest rise and he began breathing.  He cried a little bit (glad to hear him cry) – and then settled down into the blanket.  he had great color – if he’d been at the hospital his APGAR score would’ve been a 10.  Don tied off the umbilical cord with his shoelace.  And Rachel began to ooh and ahh over Eli – about how beautiful he was – and how perfect he was – she might as well have been in a comfortable hospital bed – but the fact that she’d just delivered a baby un-medicated sitting up in a van along the side of the road was, at least for that moment, lost on her as she comforted her new son.  Don picked the phone back up and updated the 911 operator on what had just happened.   
5:35:45 (T + 45 seconds)
At this point Don realized he had a camera on his phone and (with Rachel’s permission) snapped the picture below.  Somehow Rachel managed a smile.      
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And then we waited.  We exchanged some jokes and shook our heads at what had just happened.  Unbelievable – and so blessed.  About two minutes after the birth a policeman arrived.  I think he looked about as rattled as we did.  Once he’d confirmed the umbilical cord was tied off he offered Don his I-like-to-gut-buffalo size knife and Don cut the cord – with Rachel watching (sorry). 
5:38:00 (T+3 minutes)
The Springville Fire Chief had jumped in his SUV when he heard the call and arrived soon after the policeman.  He quickly checked Eli – who was doing great – then set to work on Rachel who was still having contractions in order to deliver the placenta. 
5:40:00 (T+5 minutes)
The ambulance arrived (driven by one of our friends Jose) and they moved Rachel out of the van – onto a gurney – and into the back of the ambulance.  Now, mind you – the ambulance was not pulled to the side of the road.  It was blocking at least one lane of traffic so there was a quickly building backup of cars with people craning their necks to see what was happening.  They saw Rachel go by on the gurney and then Don go by with the baby.  The look from guys: “Oh wow – check that out!”  The look from girls: hand to the mouth – silence – shaking of head. 
5:45:00 (T + 10 minutes)
And here we are in the ambulance.  Jose did a great job getting to the hosptial fast.  Eli did a great job finding Rachel-alternates to suck on for the time being.  And Rachel was busy trying to get rid of the placenta – and dealing with the shock of a lightning fast delivery. 
5:55:00 (T + 20 minutes)
We arrive at the hospital.  Rachel is wheeled toward labor and delivery.  Eli and Don are coming up behind (Eli still wrapped in the towel found in the van).  Two reactions from hospital personnel: (1) “Ahhhhh, look at the cute baby – and what a brave mommy!” (2) (with furrowed brows and head shaking) “Can’t believe they didn’t get themselves here sooner.”  We were exchanging calls with family members at this point – most of which were beginning with: “What the [insert expletive of choice] is happening?”
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I call this Rachel’s Let-Me-Tell-You-About-The-Day-I’ve-Had picture.  In shock over the fast delivery – and still having contractions in order to deliver the placenta.  In my view – a beautiful brave mommy.   
6:05:00 (T + 30 minutes)
Rachel delivers the placenta as her doctor comes through the door asking if she’s left anything for him to do.  He works on Rachel while Don is watching them check Eli out.  Below you can see Don’s shoelace still tied to the umbilical cord – and the van-towel still with him.  There’s also the frog blanket kindly supplied by the ambulance.  
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6:15:00 (T + 40 minutes)
Here we are with the ambulance crew – who were wonderful.  We declined the waiver that would have allowed a media release. 
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7:30:00 (T + 1 hour 55 minutes)
Things were in a much calmer state by now and the three older sister’s had arrived. 
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10:00:00 (T + 2 hours 25 minutes)
Don returns to the van – aka – CSI-Springville. 
Closing Thoughts:
(1) I just realized that I wrote this post in 3rd person  - so excuse that. 
(2) I think it is important for women to closely study the difference between braxton-hicks contractions and the real thing. 
(3) Sometimes things happen that you have no control over and you have no choice but to let the Lord take control.  In retrospect I am grateful for the Lord’s calming assurance through that whole thing – and what I suspect was his intervention to clear the way of all the things that COULD have gone wrong – but didn’t.  Those couple of minutes we spent alone on the side of the road were poignant and beautiful and will be one of my favorite memories forever. 
(4) I married the most amazing person ever.  If she can do that – what CAN’T she do?  She was calm – she showed grace under fire – she displayed (even in that extreme moment) concern, and love, and appreciation for this new little miracle.  It wasn’t “Here Don – take him – I’m going to freak out here for a minute over what just happened.” (Which, frankly, would’ve been a reasonable reaction.)  It was: “Look at him – he’s perfect – here let me hold him.”  And then she cooed at him and did her best to comfort him.  That is, in my mind, heroic.
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So now we have Eli.  A happy, healthy, hungry, boy who smiles and giggles at his sisters – loves to be held by grandparents but loves most of all to be with his mommy.