I have been chastised for not keeping up my blog. So here goes. So much has happened in the last couple of months so I'll just go in order.
First, Zach got his cast off and learned to walk! He only crawls to the nearest object to pull himself up and then he's off again. Yes, he still has that funny crawl even though his cast is off. He's keeping up with the other two a little better, but still gets left behind sometimes.
Then . . . I finished my ESL endorsement! Yeah! That means I only have about 4 more credits to get before I'll have a Master's equivalency. That means my district will pay be as if I have a Master's degree because I have completed enough credits, just not in one area. Also, next year I will have one ESL class to help students who speak another language learn English.
Our sad news . . . Jeremy's grandfather, Monroe Dustin, Jr., died. We have known it was coming for a while but it is still sad to see him go. In fact, Zach's middle name is Monroe after Jeremy's grandpa. He lived in Victor, Idaho as a potato and dairy farmer. He was a great man. His wife, Vera Jean, died a little over a year ago. Than means my kids have lost 4 great-grandparents in a little over a year! I remember meeting Monroe and Vera Jean for the first time. Jeremy took me to their house and proposed to me in Jackson Hole (only 30 minutes away). I bonded with "Grandma and Grandpa" instantly. They were welcoming, humble, and so kind. I will really miss them.
A final happy note . . . For my birthday (I turned 31 on Aug. 2nd, definitely NOT the happy part) I got to go to Denver. I went to see my best friend, Melissa, and her husband be sealed to their two new babies in the Denver Temple. What an amazing experience! I also got to see both babies be blessed. What adorable little babies! I miss them already. By coincidence, my sister Sheramy was in Denver that same weekend so we got together with my cousin Karin and went out to dinner and a movie. What a fabulous weekend! Where were the kids? My darling husband took all 3 camping. Just one of the million reasons I love him!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Our first broken BONE!
Another post about Zach! One week ago Thursday, Zach was playing with brother, sister, and cousins. As children will do, they placed him on the couch and then ran to get him a toy. Unfortunately, Zach fell off and he must've landed just right because he broke the top of his radius!
Actually, that night I took him to the doctor where they did x-rays and everything looked normal. The doctor told me that broken bones can take about a week to show up and to bring him back in a week if I didn't see improvement. Sure enough, last Wednesday (a week later!) I took him in again. This time the x-rays were obvious even to me, a fracture almost completely through his radius. The poor guy had been suffering with a broken arm for a week. I felt awful.
So now we have experienced a first for our little family, a broken bone. (I know you are dying to make a wisecrack about our last name right now. Better just get it over with.) There were no blue casts available so I picked out a lovely green. However, Zach must like red because he wouldn't let go of the red package and thus, a red cast. However, I would like to add this disclaimer: We are in no way affiliated with the U of U. After the doctor put the cast on, he said, "Now, you can't get this wet. . . Good luck with that." So I guess doctors do have a sense of humor.
The good news is that the bone wasn't displaced. The doctor said it should heal just fine and that he will get the cast off in 4 weeks. In the meantime, Zach is doing very well. He doesn't seem to mind the cast and has already learned how to get around without crawling. (See video)
Actually, that night I took him to the doctor where they did x-rays and everything looked normal. The doctor told me that broken bones can take about a week to show up and to bring him back in a week if I didn't see improvement. Sure enough, last Wednesday (a week later!) I took him in again. This time the x-rays were obvious even to me, a fracture almost completely through his radius. The poor guy had been suffering with a broken arm for a week. I felt awful.
So now we have experienced a first for our little family, a broken bone. (I know you are dying to make a wisecrack about our last name right now. Better just get it over with.) There were no blue casts available so I picked out a lovely green. However, Zach must like red because he wouldn't let go of the red package and thus, a red cast. However, I would like to add this disclaimer: We are in no way affiliated with the U of U. After the doctor put the cast on, he said, "Now, you can't get this wet. . . Good luck with that." So I guess doctors do have a sense of humor.
The good news is that the bone wasn't displaced. The doctor said it should heal just fine and that he will get the cast off in 4 weeks. In the meantime, Zach is doing very well. He doesn't seem to mind the cast and has already learned how to get around without crawling. (See video)
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Grandpa Guinn's Funeral
In May, we got a surprise call that my Grandpa Guinn had died. Immediately we started making plans to go to the funeral in Cottonwood, Arizona.
I have always had a soft spot for my grandpa. He was a very quiet, kind man. I remember many summer days stretched out on a lawn chair beside my grandpa underneath the large trees in front of his house. He had a way of making me feel special without saying much at all. It was my grandpa that taught me how to parallel park when I was in college. He was amazed that I didn't know how to parallel park and gave me a five minute lesson that stuck with me.
My grandpa was also a WWII veteran, a paratrooper in Europe and Africa. It gave me an admiration for his generation and the thousands of heroes that came from it. He would not speak about the war. It was always evident to me that the war was not some opportunity for Grandpa to brag about his heroism. He was horrified by the event. As a result, I know very little about him in the line of duty. I do know that he was awarded a Purple Heart.
Grandpa was also an adventurer. He owned and flew many small planes. Flying was a passion of his. He also frequented Mexico to fish for big ocean fish. In fact, a trip to Grandpa's always included going out to the garage to gawk at the HUGE sea bass skull mounted to the wall. It was the pride and joy of Grandpa and the grandkids. He was also an avid hunter. When he met Jeremy, the two had an instant bond talking about elk and deer hunting. It was the most I'd ever heard Grandpa say about anything.
Even as he grew older, Grandpa was eager to stay moving. He and Grandma would drive up to see us in their large motorhome or meet us at Fish Lake. And it was always that desire to keep moving that made Grandpa pack up and go home at 4:oo a.m. on departure day, if not before.
I will miss him so much. I really wish my kids had been a little older so that they could've have the opportunity to really know him. He was a wonderful man and I am very honored to be able to call him Grandpa.
I have always had a soft spot for my grandpa. He was a very quiet, kind man. I remember many summer days stretched out on a lawn chair beside my grandpa underneath the large trees in front of his house. He had a way of making me feel special without saying much at all. It was my grandpa that taught me how to parallel park when I was in college. He was amazed that I didn't know how to parallel park and gave me a five minute lesson that stuck with me.
My grandpa was also a WWII veteran, a paratrooper in Europe and Africa. It gave me an admiration for his generation and the thousands of heroes that came from it. He would not speak about the war. It was always evident to me that the war was not some opportunity for Grandpa to brag about his heroism. He was horrified by the event. As a result, I know very little about him in the line of duty. I do know that he was awarded a Purple Heart.
Grandpa was also an adventurer. He owned and flew many small planes. Flying was a passion of his. He also frequented Mexico to fish for big ocean fish. In fact, a trip to Grandpa's always included going out to the garage to gawk at the HUGE sea bass skull mounted to the wall. It was the pride and joy of Grandpa and the grandkids. He was also an avid hunter. When he met Jeremy, the two had an instant bond talking about elk and deer hunting. It was the most I'd ever heard Grandpa say about anything.
Even as he grew older, Grandpa was eager to stay moving. He and Grandma would drive up to see us in their large motorhome or meet us at Fish Lake. And it was always that desire to keep moving that made Grandpa pack up and go home at 4:oo a.m. on departure day, if not before.
I will miss him so much. I really wish my kids had been a little older so that they could've have the opportunity to really know him. He was a wonderful man and I am very honored to be able to call him Grandpa.
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