Livin' and lovin' it!

Nakey Nakey

2012-02-12T15:05:00.001-05:00

Dear Norah-
Every night, Daddy and I go in your room, while you sleep, to look at you. We love to see your sweet sleep faces, crazy sleep positions and to make sure you're still breathing. The other night, we went in and found you, on your tummy- not unusual. What was unusual, was the pj and diaper free bum we saw. There you were, stark naked, fast asleep. We were laughing so hard! Daddy picked you up and you awoke. Immediately, you had a sheepish/mischievous smile. It was hilarious! You always keep us laughing.
XO-
Mommy

Elias Michael Blewitt

2012-01-27T17:21:00.007-05:00

dearest Elias-
You entered the world 12 days ago. You changed my life forever and for good 12 days ago. You may wonder about the delay of posting your birth story on the blog. I have dragged my feet a bit, not knowing exactly how to put it in words. Giving birth is one of the most spiritual- yet carnal and incredible experiences I've yet had. It is one of the few ways we can experience creation, like God. So when I try to write it in words, it seems to lose some of it's worth in the translation. I cannot seem to articulate every emotion, every ounce of the Holy Spirit or every detail. It is a daunting task, but I want to badly for you to have a record of your journey from womb to world.
My doctor was a little discouraged the last few weeks about my "lack of progress". I kept telling her that I was dilated to a 0 the day before Norah was born etc... but she seemed to think I should be farther along and that we would need to induce. I hadn't had braxton hicks, any sort of contraction and I was only dilated to a 1-2. Well on early Tuesday morning I was feeling A LOT of pressure during my sleep. I thought maybe you were descending more and causing some discomfort. I was however, having contractions. They felt very different than Norah's contractions, so I was caught off guard. At about 6:50 am I decided to start timing them. They were 8 minutes apart. I told your daddy to go to work and that I would call him when they were 6 minutes apart, after all, I had many hours of contractions with Norah at 8 minutes apart. He jumped into the shower to get ready for work. By the time he got out, the contractions were 6 minutes apart and much more intense. He called his boss and received permission to work at home until we went to the hospital. I then asked him for a priesthood blessing. The contractions were so much stronger this time and I thought for a moment, "I can't do this." I think that is the most terrifying thought to have before something that you absolutely HAVE to do. There was no turning back, you were going to come out, whether I "could do it" or not. He gave me a blessing and blessed me with strength and a knowledge that I could do it. I felt power and perspective return, almost immediately. He started putting the bags in the car and getting Norah dressed. Meanwhile, I lied on the bed trying my hardest to use the self-hypnosis techniques I'd learned through "Hypnobabies." I knew I didn't want to have a natural birth, but the techniques of Hypnobabies had been very helpful with Norah's birth and anytime I was feeling discomfort/pain. It was really hard for me to concentrate and breathe through these contractions. I actually became really scared. In my head, I was envisioning enduring this all day (since Norah had taken so long) and I already lacked strength to get through the contractions. I knew I needed to eat, as I hadn't eaten in 12-14 hours and the nurses wouldn't allow me to eat, once we got to the hospital. I went downstairs. With movement, my contractions would speed up to every 3 minutes. I called the Dr. to ask what the discrepancy between my contractions meant, when moving vs. lying down. She said to keep moving and come in when they were consistently 5 minutes apart. Downstairs I sat on the couch, as I felt it impossible to keep moving. Daddy brought me in some peanut butter bread and milk. I took one bite and knew I couldn't eat anymore. Your daddy was in the other room making crepes for Norah and I was timing my contractions in the living room. The following four contractions were 5, 4, 3 1/2 and then 3 minutes apart. I told Daddy when Norah was finished with her crepe we needed to go drop her off at the Beus' house (friends from our church.) Norah eats crepes almost everyday. They are her favorite food in the world. She only ever eats one, but not today. Today she wanted two. Ahhh! The irony! Daddy said we needed to go and that she could have a snack instead.
We got in the car and started the 10 minute drive (away from the hospital) to the Beus'. Every bump, every turn and every light was like a huge mountain I had to forge. I prayed for green lights, as snow drifted down and break lights flashed.
When we drove up to the Beus', we explained to Norah where we were going and what she'd be doing. She said, "Mommy and Daddy come back soon?" I started weeping. It is not easy to cry when you are having contractions, but I couldn't hold the tears back. The only hard thing about deciding to have another child has been the pain I felt, knowing that Norah's life would have to change- forever. She has been so spoiled with alone time with us. She is our little darling and has made our life AMAZING. She knows it too. Suddenly, there would be another little being; taking Mommy's time, emotion and attention. I've felt so sentimental about the impending transition and very wary of it. So when she said, "Mommy and Daddy come back soon?" and I couldn't tell her when or how long she'd be w/o us, I lost it. I told her I love her and we'd see her as soon as we could. We then started on the 20 minute drive to the hospital (due to the weather.) The contractions were SO intense. I kept reciting Philippians 4:13: "I can do all things through Christ, which strengtheneth me." At a stoplight I told daddy, "Please tell them I want the epidural immediately." The contractions at this point were about 2 1/2 minutes apart. I felt extreme pressure, I believe from the sac, which had not broken. We arrived at the hospital at 10:41 am and they wheeled me upstairs. They put me in a bed to check my dilation and see if I was ready to go to the delivery room. I was at a 5 and the contractions were 2- 2 1/2 minutes apart and 1 1/2 minutes long, meaning I had close to no time to rest, in between. During every contraction, I felt like my sac was going to explode. They took me to the delivery room, into which 5-6 nurses entered. Why were there so many nurses? We still don't know. Everything was very chaotic. One nurse tried to insert the IV twice in one hand, unsuccessfully. The second nurse tried twice on the other hand, unsuccessfully. The third nurse tried in my arm, unsuccessfully. Instead they just took the labs necessary to find out if I could have an epidural. I guess they need to know if you are anemic or have any other issues that would eliminate the possibility of an epidural. By this time, I was begging for an epidural. I went from a 5 to a 9 in the matter of minutes. Since they couldn't get the IV in, they couldn't give me an epidural. They said the anesthesiologist would have to put the IV in, review my labs and then give me the epidural. At this point the contractions were beyond extreme pressure and pain. Yup Hypnobabies lady, I said it. My "pressure waves" were painful. At that moment I believed Hypnobabies was a bunch of nonsense. The nurses said they could give me a shot of pain-reliever to dull the pain. I couldn't have responded quicker: "Absolutely!" To illustrate the chaos in my room, I will relay the following: One nurse came in and gave me the shot. She said, "This is going to feel like a bee sting, 1,2,3." Bee Sting? Really? Do you think I would even register a bee sting right now? You could club me on the side of the head, and I would register it as a small bonk. I waited for some kind of dulling of pain. I felt nothing. Then another nurse came in with a needle. The nurse who administered the first shot said, "No, I already gave that to her." What?! She was about to give me even more drugs! The first shot did nothing for the pain, but it sure made me calm in-between contractions. The nurse said to your daddy, "She doesn't take medicine often, does she?" I find it funny that they talk about you, as if you are incapacitated and can't hear. Yes, I am a bit drugged, but I can still hear you! The anesthesiologist came in. He inserted the IV, as if it were easiest thing in the world, and I didn't feel a thing. He then proceeded to get ready to give me the epidural, even w/o my lab results. The nurse challenged him, but I think seeing how miserable I was, he decided to proceed anyway. "Are you anemic? Do you have any health problems?" Brian answered and assured him that I was healthy. I sat up and they gave me the epidural. He was the best anesthesiologist EVER! I felt the first numbing shot, but nothing else. What a stud. The nurse said I should feel 2-3 more contractions before the epidural kicked in. After 3, I told her I still was feeling everything (this was about 11:40 am- one hour after arrival.) She told the anesthesiologist, who said he only gave me 1/2 the dose because he was told I was at a 5, when I was really at a 10. He proceeded to give me the other 1/2 (thank you, kind sir). The Dr. came in and I told her I was feeling an immense amount of pressure- like I wanted to push. My water STILL had not broken, so she broke it and I started to push at 11:51 am. Unlike my experience with Norah, I could feel so much! I could feel where to push and I could feel you coming out (the good and the bad). It was incredible. I wanted you out so bad. I was shaking and out of energy, particularly because it'd been so long since I'd eaten. The Dr. said I could rest and skip a contraction, but I couldn't. I wanted to push and I wanted to have you in my arms. After 16 minutes of pushing (1 hr. 26 minutes after arrival at the hospital), you were there. All of the sudden you were right in front of me. You literally took my breath away, I couldn't believe you were here. You were BEAUTIFUL! So so small, gray and crying- one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. I put you on my chest and started singing to you. You cried for a couple minutes and then settled down. I nursed you. Daddy and I breathed in every moment. I felt what I imagine Heaven will feel like: peace, only happiness and calmness. After holding you for 45 + minutes, they took you and bathed and dressed you. Then Daddy and I held you for another many minutes. They didn't rush us from the room, rather waited until we were ready to go. It was a such a beautifully sacred time. In the months prior to your birth, I got to know your movement patterns, your frequent hiccups etc. But in that 1 1/2 hours in the delivery room, I started the process of getting to know your spirit, your tiny features and every detail of your body. You. are. a. miracle. I thank God for letting me have you.
Elias, I have to tell you about the three angels in my life the last 10 days.
#1) Your Oma. She has been here since the day after you were born and has been cleaning, watching Norah and changing your diapers the entire time. More than all that however, she has been lending a listening ear, telling me to slow-down and encouraging me in all aspects of our ever-changing life. She is amazing. I love her so much and am amazed by her endless energy and kind, giving spirit.
#2) Norah, your big sister. She is so excited you are here, but it has changed her world. She has had 2 years of A LOT of personal attention and all of the sudden, she has to share her mommy and daddy. She is trying so hard to accept it and is doing so well.
#3) Your daddy. He is a saint. He was my guardian and advocate at the hospital. From asking why I had to sign papers, with a shaking hand and mid-contraction, to telling the nurse to stop talking to me/touching me during my contractions, to asking them why they were not communicating about the drugs they were giving- he was there every step. When they asked him if he wanted to hold my hand and stand at the top of the hospital bed, while I pushed, he said, "No". He wanted to be there, holding my left leg, helping me push and assuring me I could do it. That was his place during Norah's birth and yours, and his place for all future births. His words motivated me and buoyed me up. I feel a love for your Daddy, that I never knew I was capable of feeling. I would do anything for his happiness and safety. He is my best friend and my partner in life. I trust him completely. I love him for loving you and Norah so selflessly and fully. His greatest joy comes, when he is with his family. That is one of the greatest blessings in my life. You are blessed to have him as your Daddy.
My dear Elias- you are here. I am so grateful. I get lost in your sweet smiles and sleepy giggles. I love looking into your deep, dark eyes and touching your velvet skin. I can't stop kissing you and cuddling you. We are blessed to have you, with your amazingly calm and peaceful demeanor. Our life adventure together has just begun. I love you.
xo-
mommy

Wap bop

2012-01-02T23:44:00.002-05:00

dear Norah

This is your wap bop. Not a reading lamp, flashlight or light. It is your wap bop. You picked it up for the first time and said, "this is my wap bop". You've called it that for the last several days and the name has stuck. For a very articulate, clear-speaking and correct word-using 26 month-old, we think this is absolutely hilarious. Love you little beebs.
mommy and daddy

So much fun!

2011-12-06T14:51:00.002-05:00

I don't know what I have loved more this month:

-You saying "Santa hold you" and running up to him to jump on his lap (huge contrast from last year's crying escapade.)
-You saying, "flag" but us clearly hearing you say a four-letter word.
-You saying, "You're killing me/ You're kidding me!"- while laughing hysterically.
-You telling me all the ways you are going to take care of baby boy: rock him, give him his binki, sing to him etc...
-You kissing my tummy and pushing on it to say hello to baby boy.
-You running up to the plastic bear at the gym and giving him nose-kisses.

Norah, you constantly make me laugh and are so sweet and affectionate. Thank you for your loves and for making sure my bangs are always out of my eyes :)
xo,
mommy

dear Readers

2011-11-07T21:12:00.005-05:00

Since Norah was born, I have struggled, every Doctor's appointment, to give her the large amount of vaccines recommended by Doctors. We have not had any severe adverse reactions to vaccines. She has had some very minor ones, but nothing too worrisome. I felt however, frustrated with myself that I was allowing her to be vaccinated with dozens of different vaccines, while I stayed greatly uneducated about side-effects, possible severe adverse reactions and also the positive side of vaccines. So I recently have been trying to educate myself on vaccines, particularly before little boy comes. Now I have to be open and honest. I am not anti-vaccines. I am not pro-vaccines. Where I stand at this point, is pro-choice for the administration of my child's vaccines. I want to decide which vaccines my children receive and when they receive them. I believe strongly that our children receive too many vaccines at a time. I have yet to decide if I believe they should receive less, or not. The bottom line is that I feel uncomfortable with my lack of understanding and knowledge when it comes to vaccines. I have a feeling that I am not the only one of us, my friends, to feel that way. So, I wanted to share with you two resources that have been helpful recently, in my study:
-This is a link to a video that is (for the moment) free to view. I don't know how long that will be the case, so if you are interested, I'd jump on it. http://vimeo.com/31036452
As I watch the video, I feel it is for the most part, anti-vaccine or anti-some vaccines. So, be forewarned. However, it has opened my eyes and given me some information, I may not have otherwise received.
-I also have been reading a book, which I really like. It is called the Vaccine Book by Dr. Robert W. Sears. It is NOT an anti-vaccine book. Dr. Sears is in fact, a pediatrician who vaccinates his own children, but explains vaccines in more detail. He breaks down each vaccine, their components, potential adverse reactions, and the pros and cons of getting the vaccine. It has been VERY helpful in my learning process.

Anyway, I hope this is helpful to any of you with my same feelings. I would also be so grateful if you would pass on to me, any information or research you have done on vaccinations: the importance of and potential hazards of. Thanks!!!
love,
em

das Handtuch

2011-11-06T22:39:00.003-05:00

Today in the bathtub, you were playing with a washcloth and said, "das Handtuch." Surely I had misheard you. I asked you what you said and you repeated: "das Handtuch." I got out the camera and again asked, "What is that washcloth in German?" "Das Handtuch," came the quick response. Can I help but think you are the cutest and most brilliant thing in the world? I love when you randomly pull out German words, with no prompting from me. You are a sponge Miss Norah. I hope to offer you only good things to soak up into your spirit. You are and are becoming the amazingly smart, spiritual and strong woman you are spiritually destined to be, as a daughter of God. You amaze me with your wisdom, kindness and pure, pure love. Thank you for showing me glimpses of a loving God and perfect Christ, through your beautiful, clean spirit. I love you baby girl.
Love,
mommy

overflowing

2011-10-24T22:41:00.006-04:00

dear Norah-
My heart is overflowing with love for you. Today we had an art day. We colored, painted, drew with markers, dry-erase markers and colored pencils, it was heavenly. I love to watch your very particular and exact sketchings with your colored pencils and your still particular, but more generous strokes of the paint brush. It is so exciting to me to watch you discover each different art tool: pencil, marker, crayon and paint brush. I have a love/hate relationship with the mess. It is hard for me to see marker on your clothes (or the couch), while simultaneously loving the residue of art on your body, art that you created with so much attention. Thank you for a wonderful day little Norah. Thank you for making me laugh, playing posies with me, singing every song we know (several times) and for playing with my hair. I think God sent me one of His best and most loving angels. I love you!
xo,
mommy

Serious artist face

Still very concentrated

The mess

A fun one from Sunday

My place

2011-10-19T21:54:00.003-04:00

dear Readers:
I've started a blog for my thoughts and expressions and will continue to gear this blog more toward Norah and the things I want to share with her. You are more than welcome to continue to read either one. My blog is now: www.mysimpleponderings.blogspot.com
Love,
Em

Long or short- depends on the day

2011-10-19T21:26:00.003-04:00

dear Norah-
It has been one year since your Opa passed away. In some ways it has been the longest year of my life. In others, it has been a short blur. The best way to sum up my year is as follows: The first part of the year I mourned the absence of my Daddy; the second part of the year I mourned the loss of memory of my Daddy. The first statement is pretty self-explanatory. He was a giant in my life- a man I would call upon when I had doubts, questions or just to talk. When someone like that dies, there is a void in your life that feels like it will never be filled. The second part of the statement is my fault: "I mourned the loss of the memory of my Daddy." My dad was a man of records. He has journals, thought books, cds, talks and published books; all resources I could go to when I forget the sound of his voice, his inflections or even some of his often-shared quotes. However, I often found this painful in my grieving process, particularly to listen to his voice. It seemed to accentuate the pain of his absence and remind me of the fact that I couldn't talk to him. I hope to soon overcome this, as I yearn to hear him.
Amidst the pain, has come much growth. I've grown even closer to my best friend, your Daddy. He has wiped away tears that felt bottomless and often out of the blue. He's listened to my worries and pains with willing ears and and understanding heart. He's shared similar pains with me and it has brought us closer. I've grown closer to God and my appreciation for His great and flawless Plan has exponentially increased. I gained a greater appreciation for our time on earth and an understanding that it is short and fleeting. I've gained more compassion and understanding for friends who have also felt great losses in their lives. I have also gained strength from their examples.
This last weekend, I was in California with several of my siblings, celebrating Daddy's return to Heaven day (as named by the Jaggis). The week prior to the 15th was a rough week. I kept reliving (through dream and waking thought) the day of his passing and the night following. I worried what the 15th would be like. Well Norah, it was beautiful. It was full of thought and feeling of my Daddy. Liz and Mike hosted an art exhibit, featuring some of their works inspired by my dad, his life and his writings. It was a beautiful way to celebrate him and feel close to him. It was perhaps, a break through for me and my struggle in hearing his voice and reading his words. At the end of the night, we let go white balloons (a tradition started by the Jaggi's at their son Stewart's funeral and also done at my Dad's funeral.) We laughed when we remembered my Dad's comment, watching the balloons fly away at Stewart's funeral: "Look at those little sperms flying away." As I watched the white balloons fly on their black sky canvas, I had to chuckle that we were sending the balloons to him in Heaven when we know that the Spirit World is here, upon the earth. That chuckle however, turned into a re-realization (pretend that's a word): My Dad is close. I don't feel him everyday, or as often as I'd like, but he is close. The Spirit World is all around us. That is so comforting to me.
So Norah, here is to another year, without my Daddy, but hopefully full of much growth. I want to listen to your voice this year Daddy, I want to continue to feel for you and see the unseen.

your prayer

2011-10-06T21:22:00.001-04:00

dear Norah-
This was your darling prayer last night:
"Heavenly Father- Thank you for binkies. Amen." We loved it.
love,
mommy

You funny!

2011-10-05T15:37:00.004-04:00

dear Norah-
This is one of your new phrases: I funny, you funny, mommy funny, daddy funny. You think a lot of things are funny. I think it was funny when 2 seconds after I replied "Shut up!" to something crazy my friend Camille said, you said, "Shut up!" Ok, I knew the day was going to come. I try not to say it (even though I always say it with a "no way" connotation.) So despite all of my attempts to not say it in front of you, I slipped and out of your beautiful, pure mouth came: "Shut up!" After laughing (my second mistake) I tried to explain (unsuccessfully) that I made a mistake and that we don't say that word, only to be greeted with another, "Shut up!" from your cute mouth. Eeek, we'll have to work on that one.
love you,
mommy

2 years old!!

2011-09-13T14:50:00.006-04:00

Norah Jane, you are two!!! We had a wonderful week of celebration last week, starting off in Columbus and ending here in the Chicago suburbs. The Sunday before your birthday, we had a celebration with Ama and Poppy. You had a brownie cake and were spoiled with presents. You love puzzles as of late, so we got you some of those and a couple neat learning-oriented toys. It was fun to see you open your presents because this is the first holiday you've really understood that these toys are yours. It was sweet.

We also went on a walk. You love to pull Ama and Poppy's green wagon. You can walk quite far with it actually.

Then we had a party for you in Chicago on Saturday. Once again, we had a huge cake, some yummy food and great friends. The highlight for you was probably the bubble blowing. We've been blowing bubbles, everyday since.

Happy Birthday Norah! You have become an even brighter light in our lives over the last year. You are still a little mini (32.5" and 23lb 8 oz) but your heart is so big. You love to laugh with us (often mimicking our laughter, even when you don't know what's going on). You love to sing your ABC's, I'm A Child of God, Twinkle Twinkle and any other song you make up. On Sunday you sat at the piano playing and singing, it was so sweet. You love to tell us the name of everything you see and you think that the moon belongs to Opa because you call it the Opa moon. I think he'd like that. You love your cousins and call them by name. You LOVE to run. Wherever we are, you say "Run, Mama!" I love when you say "Hold you" and when you give me loves. I love that you push my bangs out of my eyes and pat my back. I love that you have a strong personality that is well-rounded with an immense amount of love for people. You make my life better. Thank you for giving me something wonderful to look forward to, everyday. I love you Norah Jane.
xo,
mommy

dear Dad

2011-07-29T20:36:00.004-04:00

Happy Birthday Daddy! We enjoyed tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches today. The tomato soup can said it was from 2008, but it's all we had. :) Norah picked you out of all the family pictures for about 30 minutes. She couldn't get enough. We went to the swimming pool, which although you wouldn't have enjoyed, reminded me of you nonetheless. You are a dad who "shows up". I felt so blessed that Norah was able to swim with her dad who "shows up". How blessed she and I are to have a dad who wants to be a part of the adventure, wants to spend time with us and forgets the rest of the world while doing so. If we were able to spend this day with you, we'd be eating meat pies, probably up at the cabin. We'd sing "It's a birthday" and you'd sit there smiling, rosy-cheeked and moist-eyed. We'd give you a present, probably a book and you'd make us feel as if it were the best present in the world. I'd kiss your always soft cheek and you'd swing Norah by her jeans. You'd pat Bri on the back in your reassuring way and say "How are you buddy?"

Thank you for leaving us with memories to last our entire lifetime. We will continue to feast upon them. We love you, our Daddy and Opa. Happy Birthday!
xo-
Bri, Emily and Norah

we love babies

2011-07-04T21:13:00.003-04:00

Well Norah Jane- you've known for several weeks now, but to make it official: we are having a baby in January. Yea!!! You are going to have a little buddy! You are so good at caring for babies. Most recently, when a baby was crying, you found his binki, put it in his mouth, rocked him in his car seat and then sang "I'm A Child of God" to him. So you are going to be my little helper; you little nurturer.
Love,
mommy

Too much to say

2011-06-22T22:31:00.007-04:00

dear Norah-
How does one catch up a blogging drought of several months? I think it is impossible, so I will just sum up my life, heart and mind.
We moved. We are in the Chicago area (more specifically the Northwest suburbs.) I can't believe it. 10 days after you were born, the three of us moved to Columbus, OH so Daddy could earn his MBA. He graduated 1 1/2 weeks ago and has accepted a job with Sears Holdings. I feel so blessed for the time we had in Columbus. I remember feeling nervous to move out there. The anxious hesitancy lay in the fear of losing my Mom or Dad while being away from Utah. I did lose my Daddy physically, but I've felt him around lately. The other day, I tearfully said to your Daddy, "I hope my Daddy knew how much I love him and cherished him." Right after I said that, a lightning bug, my favorite insect in the entire world, lit up outside our living room window. You can take that as you want, but I choose to believe it was an answer for me. My dad loves nature and has spoken to me through nature since the morning after I found out he passed. I am so grateful that although my fear of losing a parent was realized, I can still connect with him, in ways that only the two of us understand. I don't regret the move to Columbus, even though I wasn't in Utah when my dad passed. I met some of the dearest friends there, who have impacted me in ways I don't think they'll ever understand. I felt like I was able to serve in ways that I needed to at the time. I was able to live close to my in-laws, who have become two of my closest friends. And now we move again.
I am excited about Chicago. I love the home we are renting. It has a little cubby under the stairs just for you to play in. It has plenty of space for visitors, of whom I hope to have many.
You, my little bug, are growing up emotionally lately. You've had many more opinions and love to say "NO!" Although the word is not always welcome, I appreciate that you are understanding that you have a voice and an ability to express it. I've always like opinionated people. I'd much rather that, than you to have no opinion and ride the waves of life. You are much more frequent with your loves and kisses. The other day, you cupped my chin in your tiny little hands and kissed my forehead. Yesterday, you moved my chin towards your face and kissed me, twice. I melted, twice. Your favorite activity as of late is to play kick with your daddy. You are actually really good. You also love to play in Ama's sink and wash all the dishes. You love to sing "I do" by Colbie Caillat. You'll walk around saying "I do, I do" until I hand you my iphone playing "I do". You sing along with the chorus. Have I mentioned that your daddy and I are completely head over heals for you? We are.
I've been thinking a lot lately about something that I want so intensely for you to understand. I think it is one of the greatest struggles of mankind, one that keeps us from utilizing the Holy Ghost to his max. The other day I did something that I have judged a certain someone for doing since I was 19 years old. As I was hit with what I did (I did it quite absentmindedly, not at all intentionally) I was slammed with guilt. The guilt that I felt was caused more by the fact that I had judged someone for this exact thing, than caused by the mistake itself. The mistake that I had made was one I had never made before. If I would explain my circumstance to someone, they would not fault me, but agree that it had simply slipped my mind. However, if one were to make a snap-judgment, such understanding or mercy would not be yielded. If one made a snap-judgment, as I once did, they would indeed fault me. It taught me once again, but more powerfully than ever: DO NOT JUDGE! When I judge, I often have no idea of one's circumstance. Even if I do, I most certainly can never know their heart or intentions fully. Judgment estranges us from God, Christ, the Spirit and often from potentially good friendships and people. Judgment leads to missed opportunity to see good and know and understand people. Please Norah, join me on the road to overcoming judgment. I've been trying to catch myself early in judgment and to not dwell on negative thoughts. I want to give people the benefit of the doubt and I don't want to miss any more opportunities by forfeiting my thoughts to judgment.
Norah, I love you. I love you more than I seem to be able to communicate or show you. I think you can tell. I think you feel safe with me. You are our light- forever.
Love,
mommy

This man is a pro at not judging.

drumroll please . . .

2011-04-18T12:37:00.008-04:00

dear Norah-
You went to the beach! For the first time! We have had several opportunities to go to the beach together, but your daddy was never on those vacations with us, so with Daddy finally in tow, we went to Malibu. The sun was shining (a rarity for us Ohioans) and we were all in good spirits. Sweet Eliza Rose came with us, even though she was sicky (what an amazingly good sport). When you first stepped on the sand, with your sandals on, you were unsure, but OK. Then sand started getting in your sandals and you were not happy. Previously, we've put you in sand at playgrounds and you have never had a positive reaction. In fact you start whining for us to pick you up. If we try to put you down in it, you retract your legs to your chest- midair. So, as we put you down on the beach, you started to realize you were in sand and were not happy. We tried to coax you into holding our hands and walking in it. It didn't work. So I picked you up, we laid down a towel and set you on it.
Here you are, trying to avoid the sand at all costs:

You were playing with ball and a bat. If you threw the ball off the towel, sure enough, you would find away to retrieve it without touching the sand. You were looking at everything around you; soaking in your surroundings at lightning speed, as always.

You started to warm up to the idea- to say the least. Eliza and I were playing with sand and you soon wanted to become a part of it. I was covering my legs with sand and you wanted to experience that too. I was ELATED that my baby was seeing the light! The beach is wonderful! I knew you would love it, you just needed to get used to it.

Look at your focused face!

Covering your legs...

Staring out into the ocean. I thought you'd
want to jump right in because you love swimming
and bath time so much. That was not the case.

I'm so glad I got to show you one of my favorite
places!

Daddy loved playing with you too.

Thank you beach. We hope to see you soon!

Love you Norah,
mommy

Deliquent Mom? Maybe.

2011-04-07T22:33:00.002-04:00

dear Norah-
We went to the bank today. They gave you a sucker at the bank. I put you in your car seat in the car, put on a bib (to protect your clothes from your crazy messy sucker eating) and hopped in the car. We were driving down the road and I looked in my rear view mirror to see how you were doing. What did I see? A little bean bug (you) standing up in your car seat, facing backwards, while looking out the back window, eating your sucker. What!? Delinquent Mom? Maybe. Wouldn't be the first time I've been delinquent. I am grateful you are still alive. Love you bean bug.
mommy

just talkin'

2011-03-05T09:50:00.004-05:00

dear Norah-
Your daddy and I stayed up last night, long past you were in bed. We were both giddy with images of you filling our heads. We love how you get slap happy before you go to bed- running everywhere. Then the moment we plop you in bed (although you'd think you'd be riled-up after your daddy has turned you into a circus acrobat) you fall right asleep. We talked about your loving nature: your kissing and rubbing of Jude's head after he bonked it, you trying to "clean him up" with your wet wipes, the hugs and kisses you so freely give all of your friends. We talked about your intuitive and inquisitive nature: the way you pick up the tune to songs like it is nothing, or how you have to explore and discover everything.
You were born with these attributes Norah. That to me, is a testament of the fact that we have individual, divine and eternal spirits. I'm learning more and more how important it is to accept those positive, yet different attributes we come with. One of my very best friends is in some ways the opposite of me. One of her strongest attributes is that she is a bit more reserved and very feminine- all around endearing. One of my opposite attributes is that I at times, am loud, silly and very jovial. That is who my spirit longs and yearns to be, but sometimes I desire to be more endearing like my friend- someone everyone can get along with (although she wouldn't agree with that.) I have found through experience though, it is best to not try to change those spirit-defining attributes and rather strive only to make the weak attributes become strong. I remember in the MTC hearing about the importance of "quiet dignity" all the time. I had a teacher who would not stop reminding us (me) of those two words. I remember trying for so long to try to mold myself into something I wasn't, only to realize that God called me with my distinct personality and knew I could reach certain people. God loves me for who I am, with all my idiosyncrasies; just as I love you, Norah 100+ percent. So I once again, will remind myself to be who I am and put away my yearnings to be like others. I want you to be who you are and so I will continue to be who I am and surround myself with good, uplifting friends, who can bring attributes to my life, that are not exactly like mine.
I love you bean-bug.
mommy

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2011-02-13T21:31:00.000-05:00

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you make me laugh

2011-01-26T22:58:00.004-05:00

You are my sumo girl. You
insisted on wearing your boots-
with nothing but your diaper.

You sport my bra so well- you are a little saggy
though.

Look at your puffy piggies! We had a pedicure
adventure together and you can't stop looking at
your toes!

Happy New Year my little bean

2011-01-10T23:31:00.002-05:00

dear Norah-
Christmas: nostalgic, grateful for the birth of Christ that led to eternal life, partially empty- maybe just different, magical lights.
New Year: fresh, lighter, grateful for time.
You: healing, believing, loving, understanding, compromising, close to perfection.
You give us, everyday, more reason to live. Your tiny kisses, reassuring pats and uninhibited, genuine smile heal my heart and tangibly exhibit God's love to me. I often wonder if I can love you more deeply than I do already. You expand my capacity to love- every day. My mind can't comprehend the amount of love I feel for you. Thank you for coming to our family. We love you with a love that can't be quantified or fully explained.
xo-
mommy

still here.

2010-11-22T22:29:00.005-05:00

dear Norah-
It's been a while since I've blogged to you. I don't have a particular reason. I haven't really felt like it. Maybe because words solidify emotion and reality for me. Words are so powerful. If I don't put my emotions and thoughts into words, they can change, develop, evolve. I'm not going to attempt to put my emotions into words right now because they change upon the day. I do want to tell you however, some things I'm grateful for:
-your consistent smile and love.
-your daddy, my anchor and very best friend.
-my daddy and mommy- my two stalwart lighthouses.
-Jesus Christ, my Savior, who understands every aspect of me and still loves me.
-God. He offers me peace and comfort through His perfect plan.
-crunchy leaves. enough said.
-Bath and Body Works holiday wallflowers.
-kissing. I adore kissing your daddy. I adore your little kisses too :)
I love you Norah Jane. You are my light. You are my friend. You make me laugh and make me want to live even fuller. Thank you.
love,
mommy

My Hero

2010-10-24T00:56:00.008-04:00

dear Norah-
Last Friday, October 15th, my hero, mentor and buddy passed away. At age 71, my daddy left his body and entered the spirit world. That evening, your daddy and I received a call from my brother David. He informed Brian, who then informed me, that my dad was found by my mom that afternoon lying on the floor of our family room. He was in a comfortable position, as if he had laid down to take a nap. He had is right arm up, near his head, and his leg crossed over the other. He still had a hint of a smile on his lips. When your daddy told me, I didn't want to believe it. It was a shock, there was no hint of preparation. One of my first thoughts was, "did he suffer?" It looks as though he didn't. He prepared breakfast, but left it sitting as he followed a feeling to call his brother. He must have returned upstairs, drank a sip or two of his grapefruit juice (one of his daily musts) and perhaps laid down to combat some discomfort of some sort. He never got back up. Oma returned home from a hair appointment to find him cold on the floor.
I've lost grandparents, cousins and friends. I have never lost an immediate family member. I've often wondered if my beliefs and the things I've preached in my life would hold true and strong in such a moment. Norah, I testify to you that I know that Christ has overcome death. " But there is a resurrection, therefore the grave hath no victory, and the sting of death is swallowed up in Christ." Mosiah 16:8. I have felt the presence of my father since he died last Friday. I saw his body and it was different- absent of its spirit. The things that I have experienced the past week are too sacred to share in this format but I will record them in my journal, and invite you to look for them there.

My daddy left something on his desk: "May you listen with a hearing heart and see the unseen. Love Dad". I don't believe he knew he was going to die, but I do believe he is a very inspired man and followed the prompting to write this. I saw something similar in his thought book, written recently. Norah, I have seen the unseen this week and heard with my heart. I pray that I may continue to do so, everyday. The spirit communicates to our hearts and there is so much unseen, that will lead us closer to Christ.

I miss my daddy. I miss him a lot. He has the ability to make me feel loved, no matter what. He always accepts me for who I am and challenges me to excel. He loves you dearly. You had many sweet moments with him this summer. He would sing to you, play the piano for you, tickle you and dote on you. You have shown love to him. This week I've asked you several times if you love Opa. You respond every time with a resounding "uh huh!" I would love to have my daddy still here, but I find comfort in the words of Elder Evans, who felt prompted that my father's death was not premature. I find comfort in the plan of our Savior. I find comfort in the records, videos and CDs my daddy left of him writing, speaking and singing. The pain is still there, and it's very real. I feel it particularly in the evenings, when I'm alone. I feel it when I am misunderstood or falsely judged. I feel it when I yearn for a big bear hug or a soft word.

I have faith I will see him again and that he is still near. I sometimes can almost feel an answer from him, when I talk to him and/or ask him questions. I believe he hears me. I will use my dad's faith formula, drawn from the scriptures to ensure my return to him:
1) See it
2) Say it
3) Do it
4) Leave the rest up to the Lord.

I love you Norah and thank Heavenly Father that I get to be your mother. I hope I can be a fraction of the parent my dad and mom are. I've been stunned as I've thought of many of the things my dad has taught me in my lifetime. He is so inspired and full of knowledge. He thirsts for knowledge. My life is forever changed.
love,
mommy

Oma, Daddy and Opa at daddy's BYU graduation.

Oma, you and Opa in Boston. Look at your sweet hand
on his soft hand.

Opa, me and Daddy at our wedding. I love his face and
how much it expresses in this picture.

Opa and me at my wedding.

Opa and me laughing and dancing at my wedding.

Mexico- woot woot!

2010-10-06T20:19:00.000-04:00

dear Norah-
So I have to back-track a little bit. The week before your birthday, your daddy swept me away to Cancun. Oma and Opa deemed it important that we have a get away and Gammy and Pop pop were kind enough to play with you all week. It was SO hard leaving you. Right before leaving for the airport, I rocked you and hummed "I Am a Child of God" (as we always do, before you go down.) I teared up and could barely finish singing, I was so sad. I knew you would be happy and safe with Gammy and Pop pop, but I'd never been away from you for more than 3 hours. I feel like you somehow understood that we were leaving. I told you several times, your daddy gave you a blessing and we prayed with you that everything would go well. Things went well, very well. You were in heaven, spending so much time with your grandparents. You slept like an angel, were happy as ever and didn't seem to miss us at all. I think we missed you much more than you us. It was so nice for your daddy and I to be together and date all week. Thank you for being so amazing, so we could do it. And THANK YOU Bob and Carol, Mom and Dad for making it possible for us. Here are a few snapshots:

Daddy scuba diving

yet again

I wanted to swim around a look at everything
but also didn't want to get lost :)

Cheesy, I know. But we didn't know at the
time they were taking the picture.

Me, underwater. I felt weightless. This is
how I imagine it would feel to be in space.

We went scuba diving when we were in Mexico
and it was absolutely amazing. I had no idea
how beautiful it is under water. It feels like
a completely different world. I loved it.

These are our nice friends that were kind
enough to try to teach us Spanish and even
get us a tortilla maker and corn flour.

Crazy faces during dinner.

Crazy faces after dinner.

Your darling, sun-burned Daddy.

Me, after your daddy dared me
to jump in the pool, fully dressed.

On the way to the pool- we hung out there all day!

It is so amazingly green in Mexico- wow!

I absolutely adore this man.

I was an incredible week.

Now back to reality, a beautiful reality.
love,
mommy

Come listen

2010-10-01T20:45:00.002-04:00

dear Norah-
This song has been in my head all day:
"Come listen to a prophet's voice, And hear the word of God,
And in the way of truth rejoice, And sing for joy aloud.
We've found the way the prophets went Who lived in days of yore.
Another prophet now is sent This knowledge to restore.

Then heed the words of truth and light That flow from fountains pure.
Yea, keep His law with all thy might Till thine election's sure,
Till thou shalt hear the holy voice Assure eternal reign,
While joy and cheer attend thy choice, As one who shall obtain."

"Come Listen To A Prophet's Voice" Hymn 21

General Conference will be broadcast tomorrow and Sunday. I love General Conference. I believe I always have. I hunger to hear what God wants me to hear through the prophets, apostles and general authorities. I have had countless experiences through which I have seen God teach me and reach me through these people. I have no doubt that He guides and directs that, as to what to say. I hope that General Conference will be a highlight for you in your life. We are so blessed to have a prophet today who's words are "truth and light that flow from fountains pure." I thank God for the Gospel and His guidance in my life. I can't wait until tomorrow. I love you baby girl. So does God.
love,
mommy
PS Anyone can watch General Conference here:

Happy 1st birthday!

2010-09-08T23:58:00.005-04:00

dear Norah-
We just celebrated your 1st birthday on Sunday. It was wonderful! I was anxious to see how you reacted to your chocolate cake (which was delicious by the way.) The pictures are words enough. What a beautiful year it has been to have you a part of our lives. I have learned greater, the depths of love, sacrifice and gratitude that our Savior knows perfectly, to their fullest. I have laughed, cried and smiled with you. You are my little bestie- the best little buddy I could ask for. Your daddy and I are so amazed by your even, mild temperament and your gift to bring light to those you meet. You smile at literally everyone you see. You receive comment after comment about the depth of your eyes, your loving nature and calm demeanor. You have a desire to explore and see everything and it will be a gift in your life. We love you little Norah Jane. Thank you for coming to our family, you've brought amazing light, beauty and love.
love,
mommy

your 1 yr. old cake

pre-mess. You knew not yet of chocolaty goodness

"This is exhausting. I need a rest."

chocolate coma

That move with your hand introduced chocolate
to your hair.

Your eyes are so full of depth!

I found chocolate in your diaper, leg rolls- everywhere!

wearing a party hat, eating a party hat and holding
the lid to my shaving cream (one of your favorite toys)

You love Logan. This picture shows you "talking" to him
(it looks like you are yelling- you may be)

You were all smiles opening your presents. Cole and
Lilly wanted to help too!

I love how excited you are in this pic. You did not want
to put down that pink adidas jog suit! I'll have to dress
you up in it when you jog with me in your jog stroller.

remember

2010-08-22T21:30:00.003-04:00

dear norah-
I have a million things you've experienced recently that I should blog about. I'm not going to however, because something else is pressing upon my heart and thoughts. I was at education week last week. It fired me up, it helped me remember. The scriptures talk about remembering so often. As I grow older, I understand why. We have spiritual experiences through life. God speaks to us in many ways and we change. Satan however, uses the world and other sources to try to help us forget those experiences. I forget often. I miss a day of scripture reading or a kneeling prayer. I rationalize and justify my actions. In those moments I forget what is true and what is right. If I recognize this quickly, I amend my actions and ask for forgiveness immediately. However, sometimes I take a journey of forgetfulness and have to make the trek uphill, to continue my journey of faithfulness. The greatest pain I've experienced in my life is when I forget or when I watch my loved ones forget. It hurts so much, in fact, that I want to write you to remind you not to forget. Please don't ever forget. Receive, as Nephi, daily ministerings of the Holy Ghost and you will not forget.
I love you,
mommy

you are enough

2010-08-05T16:42:00.005-04:00

dear norah-
If I had no other reason to live, you would be reason enough. I would get up in the mornings (yes, at 5:30 am) to hear your elated giggle to see me. I would feed you to see you afterward, sprawled on my lap in complete contentment. I would put you back down to sleep, eager to hear that elated giggle again at 8:30. I would get up again, excited to play with you on the ground: to chase you, to kiss you, to swing you and to smile at you. I'd soak up every moment during the day that you look at me and smile; that you come to me and pucker those tiny, perfect lips for a kiss; that you come up and pat my arm, shoulder or back; that you stick your long, lovely pink tongue out; that you clap-clap or put your arms up in the air for "so-big"; that you flop around on my bed, playing with the pillows and that you give a random, ecstatic squeal. Then I would live to hold you at the end of the day, hum you "I Am A Child of God" and cuddle you in my arms.
With all of the delights you bring to my life, I could survive anything. However, I am grateful that I also have God, Christ, your Daddy, family, friends and the Plan of Salvation to give me even more reasons to live. I love you Norah Jane. You make my life rich.
love,
mommy

I love your squinty eye here- you are so happy!

dear norah

2010-07-27T11:37:00.001-04:00

I love you.
love,
mommy

Nauvoo

2010-07-26T11:50:00.005-04:00

dearest norah-
Last weekend the three of us went to Nauvoo. We met up with two of our dear friends and their little boy: Logan, Sarah and Callum McKenna. 6 years ago, the three of us served together as performing missionaries in Nauvoo. It was so nice to see them again. We laughed, reminisced and caught up. The two of them mean a lot to me and have helped shape who I am, through who they are.
To give you a little background, when I was 11, I received my first strong confirmation that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God. However, when I was 19, serving in Nauvoo, my testimony deepened immensely. I walked in the streets that he walked, I read about his history and the history of Nauvoo, I literally felt the spirit burn in that city. Needless to say, I was excited to go back. On a side note, isn't it interesting that we generally say what is "needless to say?" If it is truly needless to say, I shouldn't say it. Or if I say it, I shouldn't say "needless to say." Anyway, I was really excited to go back. I was particularly excited because your daddy had never been there. I was interested to see if he too, felt that burning spirit. So on Friday we set off for the 4 1/2 hr. drive. You were an angel (needless to say.) :) That evening we went to the Nauvoo Pageant which had been moved to take place in the back yard of the house I stayed in 6 years ago. It was delightful. My friends Jeff Dickamore and Brannon Killgo were playing the parts of Joseph Smith and Brigham Young, respectively. They were both fabulous.
The next day, we watched "Just Plain Anna-Amanda", one of the shows I performed in and another performing missionary show. We also drove around Nauvoo, as I pointed out sights. Your daddy was a little nervous about taking you out of the air-conditioned car, because it was so hot. Your last experience on a hot day, has scarred us a little.
Sunday was a highlight for us. We went to Carthage Jail, where the prophet was killed. Brian and I felt sobered and grateful for Joseph Smith and his multiple sacrifices to bring forth the Book of Mormon, establish the priesthood and temple ordinances and also the Relief Society. All of these things have greatly impacted the way I think, feel, live and the decisions I make. I love you Norah and look forward to the day that you too, can develop your own personal testimony of these things. My testimony is my guide. God is real, He hears, listens and answers. Christ is our own personal Savior, the Holy Ghost speaks to us personally. The Book of Mormon is a book of healing and teaching; it comes from God. We have modern-day prophets that speak the words of God to us. I don't doubt any of this.
I love you Norah Jane. I thank God, everyday, to be blessed with two amazing angels in my life: your daddy and you.
love,
mommy

The three of us in front of Carthage Jail.

You, Me, Daddy, Callum, Logan and Sarah

Me, Sarah

Me, Daddy and You, in front of the
Nauvoo Temple. We were able to do
a session together (thank you Logan!).
It was phenomenal. The inside of this
temple is breathtaking!

Taste of Chicago

2010-07-19T13:03:00.003-04:00

dear norah-
A couple of weekends ago, we went to Taste of Chicago. I'm delayed in posting these pictures. Basically, Taste of Chicago is a festival of restaurants that gather on one long street and have smaller-sized portions of their food. You purchase tickets and each food "costs" a certain about of tickets. We ate Gyros, goat meat (terrible by the way), potato dumpling somethings and then it got so hot, we spent our last tickets on a ridiculously-sized bottle of water. It was worth it! Sadly, because it was so hot, I think you hot heat-exhaustion. We were out a little over an hour and you were covered the entire time (with the exception of 10 minutes) but it was SO hot! There were people passing out and dehydrating like crazy. We came home and during the night, you had a 102 degree fever. You screamed all night. You rarely cry. You'll complain to let us know you need or want something, but you very rarely full-on cry. Needless to say, your daddy and I were scared beyond belief to see you so unconsolable and fevered. You recouperated however, and are now happy as a clam. Ever since we have been VERY wary of taking you out in the blistering Chicago sun.
love,
mommy

This picture totally cracks me up. It reminds me of
an advertisement I'd see outside of a Doener shop
in Germany.

Wash day!

2010-07-18T23:04:00.004-04:00

dear norah-
This is how we do wash. You were pretty dirty too, so we threw you in on the "gentle" cycle.
love,
mom

p.s. see that little guy in your right hand? He's
your new bff. You love him. He's the first toy
you find- everyday.

dear norah

2010-07-06T12:21:00.011-04:00

We went to Cali last week. Amy and Jeremy went on a 15 year anniversary trip and we stayed with Mackenzie, Emma, Josh and Eliza for 4 days, while they were gone. Then we enjoyed a few days with Amy and Jeremy, when they returned, before we came back to Chicago. It was so fabulous. I always feel so refreshed after visiting the Jaggis in Cali. The nature which surrounds their home is sacred feeling. The company is also sacred feeling.
You loved playing with the kids, and they loved playing with you. You were trying to be big like Eliza and Josh, it was so cute. You also cut your two top teeth while we were there. So now, you have cute little teeth stubs up there. You have 5 teeth, bug! That is awesome. You have started clicking them together- hilarious. While we were in Cali, you were so loving and gave kisses to all the kids and Aunt Amy. You loved playing with Uncle J. He loved playing with you. You are a light in everyone's life who meets you. Here are a few pictures of our trip:

You were all smiles- the whole trip.

The kids covered themselves with blankets and
started gathering around you. At first you
thought it was funny; then they crowded around
you and you started to think it was creepy. Let's
be honest, it was. The kids were so excited to
have you there.

Here you are playing with Josh's helicopter and
trucks. You were so excited to have new toys
to plya with. you were particularly drawn to the
cars and blocks. Anytime we piled up blocks, you
had to knock them over immediately, as fast as
possible. It was a fun game for all of us.

You and I have been to Cali 3 times now (once
when you were in my belly) :)
love you,
mommy

Chicago!

2010-06-20T16:32:00.004-04:00

We went into Chicago yesterday. It was fabulous! It took a couple hours to get there and like 30 min. to get back. We got a taste of Chicago traffic. We LOVED the city and wish we could live right in the middle of it. It was just beautiful! You liked it too, even though you were totally exhausted.

You, daddy, random man and Chicago on Navy Pier.

Navy Pier

You and I at Navy Pier. We couldn't get you to
look at the camera- too bright!

I couldn't believe how many buildings there were
and how closely they were built. Wow!

Cutest face ever! Here you are in our little studio.

You standing up at Claim Jumper. I think it is
so cute to see you standing up with your little tiny
body.

Love you,
mommy

dear norah

2010-06-17T23:06:00.006-04:00

Life really couldn't get better than this:

Your daddy and mommy. Wow, I love your daddy.

You and your daddy on our walk by the river.

You and I by the river.

You look so old sitting up so straight and alert.

I can't resist this face. Your wish is my command :)

While your daddy was in Ireland, a dear family gave you an Ireland soccer jersey- cute! So when USA played England last Saturday, you wore your Ireland jersey in honor of Ireland, who got gipped out of playing in the World Cup.
We couldn't get over how darling you looked. We were at your Pop pop and Gammy's house and you were enthralled by the dogs. Luckily we got a picture of it.
We are now living near Chicago for the summer for your daddy's internship. Tonight we were outside and your daddy started making kissing noises while he was holding you. You turned to him and gave him 3 separate kisses. It was unbelievable. We both melted. I can tell you miss him during the day, because when he gets back, you cuddle him, hug him and kiss him. You are so dear. You are standing up, holding onto anything. I think you spend 80% of your awake time on your feet. You are growing up before my eyes. I love you!

Look at your sweet balloon feet. They are my
FAVORITE thing in the world. Don't fly away!

You loved looking at Tess, Buddy and Hannah.

We love you little miss norah jane.

love,
mommy

dear norah

2010-06-17T22:48:00.004-04:00

You met Brutus. Was your dad more excited than you? Perhaps. In fact, I think it was the highlight of his quarter. We took a tour of The Horseshoe and Brutus accompanied us. He was very cordial and allowed many pictures. So now you are a true buckeye.

love,
mommy and daddy

dear norah

2010-06-02T23:28:00.004-04:00

I don't even know where to start. You are growing in so many ways- so quickly.
Today you:
-waved to me.
-said "dada" when you heard your daddy on speaker phone.
-drank my water through my straw (yes, I still drink with a straw- always.)
-crawled over to me, grabbed my leg and pulled up onto your feet.
-followed me around, crawling.
-found a little "lovie" in TJmaxx that you can't live without. You cried when I tried to put it back, so Gammy spoiled you and bought it for you. You are holding it now, as you sleep.
-took my breath away.
I adore:
-laughing with you.
-playing hide and seek with you. You get so excited to try to find me behind the couch.
-watching you rock out on your mini piano.
-seeing your cute teeth (you cut a third one last week.)
-feeling your soft little hands on my arm, cheek and lips. When I sing, you often put your sweet hand on my lips.
-squishing your helium feet.

I feel blessed. Life is good, God is loving and all-knowing, the Holy Ghost is real and speaks to me, your daddy loves me, makes me feel beautiful and special and I couldn't ask for more. I have been given much.

dear norah

2010-05-21T23:20:00.006-04:00

You and I have spent the last 11 days in Massachusetts and Maine, visiting Uncle Mike and Aunt Lizzy. Daddy joined us for 4 days. We saw some beautiful things: Nubble Lighthouse, the Norman Rockwell Museum, the Clark Museum and Stockbridge. We timed the trip to go for Aunt Lizzie's Cabaret singing performance. She was brilliant. I always feel proud to be her sister, but was even more so as I saw her convey her gifts and talents in yet another way. You are blessed to have such fabulous aunts and uncles as examples of Christlike, righteous, driven and talented sons and daughters of God.
I so enjoyed running on trails, rather than asphalt and smelling fresh air, rather than city air. God's creations are mind-blowing. I feel so close to Him, while in nature. It energizes me. It seems to do the same to you. You get so excited when we go outside.
I was so impressed with you this whole trip. At home I am religious with your naps and eating schedule. As we've been traveling, I have not been able to follow our normal routine. You have been INCREDIBLE. There were times when you hadn't slept for 6-7 hours, but you were still smiling, laughing and happy. You are a phenomenal baby. Thank you for your patience, dear Norah.
Here are a few highlights:

You and me at Nubble Lighthouse. I love that little hoodie on you.

You and Daddy at Nubble Lighthouse in Maine.
I love your sweet, honest smile in this picture.

You were SO excited by the ocean, wind and sounds.
You were kicking, squealing and laughing.

Nubble Lighthouse. It was gorgeous there. The water was crashing against
the rocks, the green was vibrant and the air was salty fresh.

Daddy was playing with the shutter speed and I like his products.
This was a little stream in Lee, Massachusetts.

Love you baby girl-
mommy

dear norah

2010-04-26T00:23:00.003-04:00

Your daddy and I have been married 3 years today. We feel so blessed that you are now in our lives. You make it even sweeter. In the last year of marriage here are some highlights:
-you were born
-your daddy got accepted to and started school at Ohio State University, to receive a masters in business.
-we moved to Columbus, OH when you were 11 days old.
-daddy served in and and got released from the bishopric.
-mommy got called as the RS president.
-you flew to Ohio, SLC and California.
-daddy went to Ireland (without us).
-daddy won a multitude of school business competitions.
-daddy was offered and accepted an internship in Chicago for the summer.
-daddy received a leadership position for the Fisher School of Business next school year.
It has been a sweet year of love, fun and new friends made. We feel so grateful to have each other and feel more in love than ever.
love,
mommy

dear norah

2010-04-25T00:29:00.005-04:00

I was reading in Alma 2 about Alma leading the Nephites against the Amlicites. From this one, obscure and rarely (if ever) quoted verse, an important concept was revealed to and solidified in my mind:
"And Alma sent spies to follow the remnant of the Amlicites, that he might know of their plans and their plots, whereby he might guard himself against them, that he might preserve his people from being destroyed." (emphasis added)
It was revealed to me that it is important to know the enemy's (Satan) plan so that we may guard ourselves against him and protect those we love. Satan is cunning however, and works differently with all of us, according to our weaknesses. Therefore, it is important that we are aware of his tactics toward us, so that we may defend ourselves. A couple common tactics he uses with me are: showing something that is mindless or unimportant, as appealing. These things will often take my attention away from other important and uplifting things. He also invites me to see my daily tasks as unimportant or inconsequential. We have great power against him. Although he has the ability to "bruise our heel" with his tactics we have the ability to "bruise his head" ("bruise" meaning "to crush" or "to grind" in Hebrew; Genesis 3:15) Of course having a crushed heel would be painful and would slow-down our forward progression. However, a crushed head, would incapacitate someone completely from making any forward progression at all. Our power over him, given us by God, is far greater- but only if we can recognize his tactics and guard ourselves against him. I hope you will quickly recognize him and rid yourself of his influence. You have such a light about you and a powerfully- strong will (I've seen it already:)) I know you can do that. I love you dearest Norah-bean.
love,
mommy

dear norah

2010-04-18T21:55:00.005-04:00

Friday was my birthday. I am 26. I don't want to talk about it. Just kidding- it isn't a big deal to me to be a year older. Anyway. I was spoiled like a little girl. After sleeping it, I woke up to Daddy telling me that my friend Linzi had a surprise planned for me. She had me over for lunch with Heather, Logan, Caroline, Theo and Jude. You are a lucky little girl having all boy-friends :) The meal was delicious and Heather and Linzi thought of everything: dipped fruit, Izze and beautiful flowers. Then I came home and daddy had a video made for me (I'm trying to upload it- we'll see if it works) with clues as to what my present was and where it was. Then Cosette came over with birthday greetings, love and a cookbook! Afterward Bri and I hung out and then went together at a delightful Mediterranean food place: The Pomegranate. It was DELICIOUS! They had these fried avocado, pepper and sun-dried tomato egg rolls- WOW! To say the least, it was a fabulous birthday. My sister, mom and dad timed their cards/gifts perfectly in the mail, so I received them on my birthday. I had already been spoiled by other siblings and friends through gift, calls and emails. I felt very loved. It was fun being with friends on my birthday. I felt like a little girl at a birthday party (without the overwhelmed feeling- luckily.) Many thanks to the love I was shown. Norah, you showed me your love by biting me twice during a feeding- thanks, but no thanks! Luckily you are the cutest and loveliest little girl I know so I still love and feed you. :)

love,
mom

dear norah

2010-04-14T23:36:00.002-04:00

Life sure is sweet.

love,
mommy

dear norah

2010-04-05T22:39:00.002-04:00

Sometimes I feel a little pessimistic about raising a family in the condition of our world right now. I pray for the strength to be the kind of parent that a righteous child needs in this world. As I read this quote, I felt uplifted and encouraged because I know I can make you feel wanted and loved. I've never wanted or loved anyone as much as you, besides your father. I love you.

"It is the parents who can give children the kind of love and security which can come from no other source. A child who understands who he is, and who has the kind of home where he feels wanted and loved, has no need to go wandering off to try to find his identity and to search for a happiness he will not find outside the so-called 'establishment.'"The happiest people I know are those whose life-style centers around the home. Work is very important, and success in one's profession or business is also essential to happiness, but remember what we say so often: 'No other success can compensate for failure in the home.' "
N. Eldon Tanner, "Happiness Is Home Centered, Ensign," June 1978, 2

love,
mommy

dear norah

2010-03-22T22:15:00.003-04:00

I want to share with you the thing that I know are true:

-There is a God, who knows you and me individually. He knows our strengths and weaknesses, loves us unconditionally and gives us blessings and trials to help us grow.
-Sometimes we have trials that He doesn't give us, that come as a result of other's decisions, but He can help us through those too.
-The way He helps us is through our brother Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ suffered physically so that we don't have to pay fully for our own sins and shortcomings. Instead our payment is faith in Jesus Christ, repentance of those sins and obedience to God's commandments.
-Heavenly Father speaks through prophets, who guide the Church as a whole, but He also speaks to us individually, through the Holy Ghost.
-The Holy Ghost speaks to us through feelings, other people, the arts and words of God.
-Heavenly Father has promised me I can be with you and your daddy forever. I promise you I will do my part to make that happen.
-The Book of Mormon and the Bible are books from Heavenly Father to give us direction in how to return to Him and comfort along the way.
-The Book of Mormon and the Bible are key in receiving a knowledge of God and Jesus Christ. They will answer questions for you and give you hope in God and His promises.
-God ALWAYS keeps His promises. If you have faith in that statement, you will see it come true in your life.
-Joseph Smith was called of God to establish His church on the earth again and to bring forth the Book of Mormon, which he translated.

I make mistakes Norah, often. You will recognize them as you get older. However, no matter the mistakes I make, they won't change the things I know. I am grateful that through the Atonement I can receive forgiveness for those mistakes and try, try again. I hope you can see the things I know through my eyes, my actions and my love for you. You and your daddy are the greatest blessings I've ever received. You two are proof to me that God is real and that He loves me, a lot.

love,
mommy

dear norah

2010-03-20T15:14:00.005-04:00

You are the most beautiful child I've ever seen. Look at your sweet expression. We were sitting out in front of our townhouse, soaking up the last moments of the sun. You were sitting up- unassisted. You looked at me with those sweet eyes, and it practically took my breath away. This picture captures so clearly what I get to see, everyday. Thank you for making my life so full.

We went to the park yesterday and you sat in a swing for the first time ever. You loved it. You were smiling, laughing and your comb-over was blowing in the wind. I sent our camera with Daddy to Ireland, so i had to capture the moment with my cell phone camera- not the best ever. But I'll post them anyway, so you can see your blissful face. We went again today. You almost fell asleep in the swing, you were so relaxed.

love,
mommy

dear norah

2010-03-18T22:31:00.003-04:00

You have been swaddled every nap and night of your life- until yesterday. The last several nights you've gotten out of your swaddle within minutes and awakened every 1-2 hours. Mommy was worn out. My body ached from lack of sleep and my mind was mush. I felt like I was between a rock and a hard spot. Our doctor recommended we let you cry it out between 4-6 months. We tried one night and were both to weakened by your cries and didn't last the full night. We swore we wouldn't do it again. However, yesterday, I didn't know what else to do. I knew I couldn't face many more nights of 8-10 wakings (as I had the previous few nights). So I unswaddled you- knowing you didn't know how to fall asleep unswaddled (although you are a pro at falling asleep swaddled:) You cried for what seemed like forever. I cried with you. I paced, I prayed and I plugged my ears. I have never felt so helpless. But you fell asleep. You won't remember this. I know. But I will. Until last night, I have answered your every whimper. It makes me think of my Heavenly Father. He always listens, but He doesn't always answer or come to me immediately. I have pled, begged, cried, even screamed for Him- for His comfort. I haven't always received it when I asked. But it always came eventually. This morning when you awakened- you smiled at me. Your smile was so unconditional and joyful. I believe you don't trust me less, as I don't trust Heavenly Father less. I believe you know I love you, as I know Heavenly Father loves me. I believe you knew all along that I was here and you weren't completely alone.
Tonight, I got you ready for bed: gave your your baby massage, sang to you and held you in my arms. I put you in your crib, held both hands and told you that I wasn't coming back in tonight again and that you needed to sleep like a big girl- unswaddled. I left the room and you didn't make a peep. Once again, I believe you trust me, you know I love you and you know I am here for you. I believe you understood the feeling of what I was telling you and you then fell asleep.
There will be times Norah when I don't have immediate answers, or when I can't comfort you, or help carry your pain. But I will always love you and be there for you. And it is in those moments, you will grow and find your own, personal strength. I thank God for those hard, trying and tiring experiences He's given me where His hand, although "stretched out still" was not visible to me- those times where He didn't answer my cry immediately. Those moments have given me silent strength that lays dormant in my spirit until called upon. It is strength that gives me confidence to love and be hurt, to offer and be rejected and to live and perhaps lose.
I love you Norah.
love, mommy

dear norah

2010-03-04T20:20:00.003-05:00

You are six months old! We can't even believe it! You are rolling around like crazy (and had your first owie of your life (besides shots) by rolling into your dresser. You cried and I cried. It was terrible. You've eaten baby food (bee go food as well call it) and love it. You have two teeth that you LOVE to chew things with (even unmentionable things- no fun for mom). You love to giggle and smile at everyone. You have been called a flirt more than once- you take after Daddy. You love to be on your feet and have loved it since you were born. When we put you on your feet, you immediately start bouncing. You love to look at EVERYTHING and are so alert. You LOVE LOVE LOVE your teddy. It is the cutest thing. We hold it over you when you are on your back and you start to kick your legs like crazy, your eyes get huge, you open your mouth wide and start panting. It makes us laugh so hard.
You are the greatest joy in our lives. Your Daddy and I couldn't feel more blessed. Daddy can't stand being away from us and tries to be home as much as possible- even when swamped with homework. Thank you for making life blissful. We feel so content when we are with you. We love you.
Love, Mommy and Daddy

Reaching for the camera- you reach for and want to touch (and eat) everything.

Daddy trying to show your two bottom teeth.

Hanging out with mom on the couch.

dear norah

2010-02-16T11:02:00.004-05:00

As I read this quote from Elder Bednar, I felt that it could not more more exact and descriptive of the importance of family prayer, scripture study and family home evening. Your daddy and I have felt very strongly that these three things need to happen daily in order to keep our home protected from the adversary. So when you are a teenager and wonder, as I did, why we take the time- read this. He couldn't have said it better.

“Each family prayer, each episode of family scripture study, and each family home evening is a brushstroke on the canvas of our souls. No one event may appear to be very impressive or memorable. But just as the yellow and gold and brown strokes of paint complement each other and produce an impressive masterpiece, so our consistency in doing seemingly small things can lead to significant spiritual results. ‘Wherefore, be not weary in well-doing, for ye are laying the foundation of a great work. And out of small things proceedeth that which is great’ (D&C 64:33).”

David A. Bednar, “More Diligent and Concerned at Home,” Ensign, Nov. 2009, 19-20

dear norah

2010-02-10T17:55:00.003-05:00

So this last weekend, I spent my late evenings, when I should have been sleeping, watching "Gone With The Wind." I'd never seen it before- a sin, I know. All my life I've heard that it is a classic, a movie that everyone must see. Well... I didn't like it. I'm sure there are many protesters out there who'd argue that that's wrong. I'm sorry, I just didn't like it. So, when you are older, I will not tell you it is a classic and that you should watch it. If you'd like to, go ahead, I won't stop you. I just won't rent it and make you sit down with me on a Friday evening (when you'd rather be out with your friends) and watch it. Here are the reasons why I didn't like it:
a) Scarlet is the most selfish, conceited and unkind character I've ever seen.
b) Over and over again Scarlet hurts others to get what she wants.
c) The relationship between Scarlet and Rett is unhealthy, unhappy and sad to observe.

HOWEVER,

I did love Melanie. I absolutely loved that she always gave people the benefit of the doubt. She always extended her arm to lift and love. She took criticism without getting defensive. She loved life and all the ups and downs of it. So my dearest Norah, if some Friday night you decide you want to sit down with me and watch "Gone With The Wind" I will do it for you. I just won't be the initiator.

dear norah

2010-01-26T09:59:00.007-05:00

While you've been napping, I've been working on a couple of projects. The first is an entertainment center given us by a friend of grandma and pop pop. It was originally a natural wood color.

The second is an old dresser from grandma and pop pop that was originally white. Thank goodness for oma, opa, grandma and pop pop, otherwise we wouldn't have much furniture :)

Here are two closeups of the added hardware. The color of these pictures are a bit off and doesn't resemble the true color, as the first picture does:

Hopefully there is more fun where that came from.

love, mom

dear aunt becky

2010-01-26T09:49:00.004-05:00

Thank you for the beautiful dress you gave me. I don't have very many dresses, so I really appreciate it. I wore it on Sunday and mom and dad thought I looked so beautiful in it. We took and picture and I wanted to make sure you saw it. Mommy and Daddy love you so much and think you are such a fabulous Mom and sister.

I love you-

norah jane

dear norah

2010-01-23T22:28:00.004-05:00

I was reading in the book 1984 (by George Orwell) two nights ago and I read the following: "You had to live-- did live, from habit that became instinct..." The thought struck me as false. After all, instinct is something done without thought, something that we are perhaps born with; whereas habit is something that comes from doing: something that starts conscious and then through repeated experience becomes habitual or regular. Then it dawned on me. This thought that I momentarily found false was non-other that one of my greatest desires. It is seen more clearly through Helaman 10:5 from the Book of Mormon "And now, because thou hast done this with such unwearyingness, behold, I will bless thee forever; and I will make thee mighty in word and in deed, in faith and in works: yea, even that all things shall be done unto thee according to thy word, for thou shalt not ask that which is contrary to my will." Nephi was entrusted with one of God's greatest gifts (the sealing power) because He knew that Nephi would only do that which is right (without fail). I too, want the gift of doing instinctively that which is right, which Heavenly Father would have me do. I however, am nowhere near that point. I so often sin and make wrong choices. However, through time, as I make correct choices and learn the will of God so well that it becomes habit, and then I act habitually, it will eventually become instinctive. That will be a long time though:) Step by step. Interesting thought.
love, mom
p.s. I found another tooth on top today.

dear norah

2010-01-22T21:26:00.005-05:00

I would like to retract my statement about shots. Although I do not like shots because they always throw your sleeping and eating off, this was not a result of shots. Instead, you were cutting your first tooth! I didn't even think of that as an option a) because you are 4 1/2 months b) because you were your happy, normal self. But as you were sucking on my finger today, you tried (and almost succeeded) to bite my finger off. So, 1 down 19 to go!
Love, mom

dear norah

2010-01-21T17:41:00.001-05:00

Shots are of the devil.

Love, Mom

dear norah

2010-01-20T18:39:00.003-05:00

You laughed again today. When daddy and I kiss each cheek, quickly and in succession, it makes you laugh. I don't think there is anything in the world that can make me happier, than to hear you laugh. Laughing makes you smile so hard that you have a dimple under your left eye on the highest part of your cheek. I wonder if it is where I kissed you over and over again in the pre-existance, hence leaving a mark. Thanks for the laugh.

dear readers:

2010-01-20T18:21:00.005-05:00

So I've been doing some thinking. I like to blog. In fact, it is often an outlet for me- a place where I can express my thoughts, feelings and goals. However, there are really only two reasons why I am blogging: 1) For Norah 2) So you: my family and close friends can see Norah grow. I record my thoughts and feelings, I gather and post pictures and I write updates for those two reasons. I have little time to do things I want to do, but I put time into blogging because I know one day Norah (and future children) will cherish Brian's and my words. However, it is hard sometimes to not get caught up in "blog-world" where I feel pressured to write or include certain things etc... To make a long story short, I'm changing the way I do my blog. I am writing solely to Norah. So in essence, you have an invitation to peek into Norah's, Brian's and my world. So dear readers, let's begin!

A December to remember- it rhymes!

2010-01-17T17:57:00.006-05:00

This Christmas break was fantastic. Brian, Norah and I went to Salt Lake City (Brian for 2 weeks and Norah and I for 3 weeks.) What made it so special is that for the first time in years (with the exception of weddings) my entire family was together. There were 16 adults and 21 grandchildren. My parents were so gracious in opening their home to many of their out-of-state children. We invaded and it was simply delightful. Here are some highlights:

Family pictures: Wow, taking a picture with 21 children and 16 adults is a feat! But thank goodness we can take down the picture of my entire family freezing in Big Cottonwood, at 8 am in December. Yuck! This was our individual family picture: Norah had just awoken? woken up? awakened? Where is my mother when I need her? Brian calls this Norah's gangster face.

I just love her face and pursed lips in this picture. Couldn't pass it up.

Norah opening a present on Christmas day. She of course was oblivious to what was going on, but has really enjoyed this rattle and the other presents from Aunties, Uncles and her Grandparents.

This was our Nativity with 21 children. Actually only 20 because Thomas Dunford was asleep. Did you know there were bees and giraffes at Nativity?

This was too cute to pass up: Uncle Jeremy and baby Norah- exhausted.

This is a picture of Temple Square. Norah LOVES christmas lights so we were ecstatic to take here to Temple Square. We did and ...

She slept through it all. Oh well, there is always next year!

I LOVE being with my family. I adored the late-night talks, the gatherings, the love and the food. Ohio is great, but man do I miss my fam. Thank you family for helping me want to become better and for accepting me in my extremely unperfected state. I love you.

Merry Christmas everyone!

2009-12-25T02:10:00.003-05:00

Make a Smilebox slideshow

I resolve

2009-12-24T23:51:00.002-05:00

I resolve to love more.
I resolve to trust more.
I resolve to serve more.
I resolve to be less critical of myself and others.
I resolve to be more like my Savior, Jesus Christ.

I wish this were easier. Change is hard and strenuous. I feel like I focus on one thing and then lose ground on the others. The road back to my Savior and Father in Heaven is long and sometimes hard. I am grateful it is, because the appreciation at the end of the road will be greater. It is unfathomable to me, that our Savior needed a mere 33 years to become perfect. I'll need a lot more than that. But I've made resolutions and the process has begun.

Christmas thoughts

2009-12-06T19:10:00.003-05:00

So I've been pondering Christmas, in hopes to make the whole month full of thoughts of Christ's birth, rather than just Sundays and Christmas Eve. I was thinking about John 3: 16-17: "For God so loved the world, that he sent his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." It led to the thought that God gave the ultimate and greatest gift; that of His son- Jesus Christ. He allowed His birth into this world knowing full well what Christ would have to endure. And He did that for us, so that we might have eternal families, clean souls, opportunity for growth and a resurrected body. So as I celebrate Jesus Christ this season and the gifts He has given me, I too celebrate God- He who gave the greatest gift, my Savior Jesus Christ.

26th!

2009-11-30T20:57:00.004-05:00

With all the craziness of Thanksgiving and Norah's blessing, I didn't get a chance to write about Brian's birthday. On Saturday, my darling husband turned 26. It was a great day full of balloons, a couple presents, mario kart and dinner at Champs (the only place we could see the BYU vs. Utah game- go cougs!) I believe he enjoyed his birthday celebration. It was SO nice to also have the Dunfords here (my sister, her husband and kids). They spoiled us all week long.
I just wanted to share some of the milestones Brian has seen in this last year of his life:
-graduated from BYU
-was the training coordinator over the German area at the MTC
-applied and was accepted to Ohio State University's Fisher MBA program
-became a daddy!
-he did all that while balancing the responsibilities of being 1st counselor in the bishopric.
I am so proud of him and his accomplishments. He is such a bright, humble, hard-working and loving man. I am amazed how he juggles everything. I feel so loved and supported as his wife. I can't imagine my life without him, nor do I wish to. Happy birthday my love. Thank you for making my life so delightful.
xo- Em

On my top 10 list

2009-11-29T22:39:00.006-05:00

Today was Norah's baby blessing. In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we believe that babies are born without original sin. We believe they are clean and therefore do not need to be baptized as a baby. Instead, they receive a blessing generally from their father's, who hold the priesthood or authority of Christ. The blessing giver receives inspiration from God as to what He wants to say to the baby. I wanted to record the main things that the blessing said:

-Norah is loved
-she will be blessed to be a happy child
-she will be blessed to always feel the love of her earthly and heavenly parents
-she will be blessed to have a keen ability to feel the spirit
-her parents will help her make decisions but she will be blessed with the ability to make good decisions herself
-she will be blessed to understand and realize her potential as a daughter of God
-she will develop a close and intimate relationship with Jesus Christ

It was so beautiful. I also received a blessing very soon after Norah was born which talked about the importance of teaching Norah that she is a daughter of God. It clearly is something that Heavenly Father wants Norah to know clearly.
The spirit was so strong. Brian has a gift to give clear and inspired blessings. I am so grateful for that. Norah looked beautiful. She was dressed in the gorgeous blessing dress that our dear friend Tif sewed for her. Tif- she received so many compliments on her dress. Thank you for all the time and love spent on that dress. It is a treasure.
This day was one to remember, hence my post title: "On my top 10 list." There are some fabulous things that I have experienced in my life. However, the love of my life using the power of God to bless my angel of a daughter is pretty high up there.
My sister and brother-in-law (Liz and Mike) were here this weekend and my brother-in-law was able to participate in the blessing, as was my father-in-law and a few dear friends. It was so meaningful. While Liz and Mike were here, Liz took pictures of Norah. I am blown away by her talent. Norah was a sweetheart and very willing candidate. So without further ado: Miss Norah Jane.

I hope she'll one day forgive me for posting her bum online.

This is the angel I get to look at and kiss all day. Could life get any sweeter? I think not.

My angel

2009-11-29T00:02:00.003-05:00

My sister Liz is an incredible artist. These pictures are the result of a 15 minute shoot. These are the raw images, but I had to get something up of Norah- it's been too long. She will have her baby blessing tomorrow, so I will post some more pictures and a recap tomorrow.
Today was also Brian's birthday. That man should have more than one day to celebrate him and his life. I try to celebrate him everyday because he is an incredible husband and my best friend. So Brian- Happy Birthday! Here is to another year of bliss.

What a stud!

2009-11-09T21:20:00.003-05:00

I wanted to share some exciting news with everyone about Brian. I am so proud of him. He had something called a "case study" at MBA school. Basically, a company (in this case Proctor and Gamble) comes to the school and presents a current situation/weakness in their company (in this case it was the decrease of sales with Crest Whitestrips). The students then arrange themselves in groups of four and come up with a solution and presentation in three hours (I believe each presentation was 20-30 minutes). Each group then presents their solution in front of everyone and they are judged (there were 13 groups of four). After all groups present, the judges collaborate and choose a 1st place and runner-up team. Brian and his team won first place! Each member of his group also got a gift-bag of over $100 worth of P&G products (crest whitestrips, toothpaste, electric toothbrush- our personal favorite: cat food.) Today the business school sent out an email to the entire school and faculty presenting the names of the first place-group. Isn't that fabulous? I am so proud of him. He is working so hard and seeing the fruits of his labor. This is great experience and will be super helpful for his resume as he is desirous to go into Marketing. Yea Brian! I love you!!!

Happy two months!!!

2009-11-06T22:01:00.005-05:00

Happy two months Miss Norah Jane! We are elated to have you in our lives and feel so blessed to have experienced such joy in the last two months. You are now tipping the scales at 10 lb. 14 oz (52nd percentile) and are measuring approx. 21 inches (7th percentile). So you are athletic (a friendly term for chunky.) Your Mom has always hoped for a chunky baby. Thanks for making her dreams come true. We love you Norah. You are giggling and smiling up a storm. You love to look around at EVERYTHING, particularly while eating. Sometimes you'll stop eating just to look up at your mom and flash her your dazzling toothless smile. You love smiling at your Daddy and do so when he comes home from school or picks you up out of your bassinet. You are irresistible. When you are asleep, we both miss you and are tempted to get you out of bed. Thank you for bringing sheer joy to our lives.
Love,
Dad and Mom

"She shall have music wherever she goes"

2009-11-02T23:14:00.002-05:00

This is the title of one my favorite blogs to read- Catherine Curtis' blog. The title got me thinking. If there were music playing every minute of my life, what would it play today? Well, today it would play Jack Johnson- a slow one. It is calm, yet contented; peacefully happy with an element of fun. I like Jack Johnson days.

Our growing peanut

2009-10-30T22:00:00.007-04:00

Thank you to everyone who commented on my "Help" post. All of your ideas and thoughts were very helpful. This is a picture of what Norah and I do for a great chunk of the day. I thought what Kim said was perfect. She said that all kids hit milestones at different times and not to worry that she won't nap on her own. I was getting caught up in thinking that if she isn't doing it now, she's not learning the skill and won't ever nap on her own. Thank you Kim for reminding me that she'll grow into it. I did put her down the other day as she was nearing sleepiness (rather than asleep) and she napped for about an hour on her own. But I've decided if she doesn't nap in her bassinet, I will just continue to enjoy sleeping with her on my chest while it lasts. It is so tender and it's so nice to have this time with her as she is the only child right now.

So in Columbus everyone trick-or-treats on the Thursday of Halloween week. Isn't that absurd? I don't get it. I want to know when and how that started. I asked my Father-in-law about it and he didn't know. He said, "I guess I've never thought about it, it has always been that way." It fascinates me that a community can change a holiday. Anyway, so here is my mother-in-law with all her grandchildren on Halloween.
Lilly, Carol and Norah, Kole and Candice.

These are our friends with whom we worked at the MTC. They also moved out here recently.
Emily, Norah, Spencer, Brant and Marcie.

Brian and I with our little pumpkin. This costume was sized 0-9 months. Quite the span, huh. It was huge!

I posted this series of pictures backwards and can't figure out how to fix it. I love the progression though of the three- bottom to top. This smile kills me. Today while she was nursing, she stopped, looked up and me and just smiled and laughed for several minutes. I thought I'd die of joy. Those moments are so sweet!

I love her little tiny hand around her Daddy's pinky.

Just chillin'

I wish I could recreate the sounds for you that were coming out of her mouth as I look this picture.

I can't help but laugh when I look at this picture.

She loves her side. Since she was born, when I put her on her back (unswaddled) she would turn to her side. I think it is so cute. I particularly love her little hand on her cheek. It reminds me of one of those cheesy poses they'd put your child in at the photo center in Sears.

I feel like this is a great representation of her. She is such a chill, happy and pleasant baby.

So that was a picture overload. I can't seem to get enough. She is changing so quickly. We went to the Dr. yesterday to check out her eye (probably a clogged tear duct) and she weighed
10 lb. 10 oz! I couldn't believe it! That is almost twice what she weighed when we left the hospital (5 lb. 11 oz.) 7 1/2 weeks ago! She is growing like crazy.

I decide.

2009-10-29T22:59:00.003-04:00

I am a firm believer that I can decide to be happy. I also believe I can decide to be sad. Most of the time I decide to be happy. However, sometimes I let sadness wash over me like polluted water. I don't know if it is because I don't want to exert the energy to overcome it (a pleasant way of saying I'm too lazy) or because it is too hard and the tide of sadness crashes to fiercely upon me. Either way, sometimes I decide to be sad. There is something cathartic about being sad for a moment. Perhaps it supports the concept in 2 Nephi 2:11: "For there must needs be, that there is an oppostition in all things. If not so, my first-born in the wilderness, righteousness could not be brought to pass, neither wickedness, neither holiness nor misery, neither good nor bad. Wherefore, all things must needs be a compound in one..." The catharsis is experienced in the rebound from sad to happy. Because of the opposition between the two emotions, I earn a greater appreciation for happiness. I think this is an eternal concept. God most certainly feels happiness and sadness. I wonder how He deals with the tidal wave of sadness. Does He let it wash over Him. Does He allow many moments of disappointment, pain or grief? I don't know if a perfected being does. But I do. I think it is sometimes alright to decide to be sad.
The one thing that never fails to make me happy is the darling smile of my little Norah. She's found her smile and man, does she work us with that smile. I think I would run the perimeter of the world to see just one of those smiles. When we pick her up out of her bassinet, she always grins from ear to ear. She coos and laughs with her mouth stretched wide with her perfect pink gums revealed. She is so aware of the things around her and seems to not be able to take it all in fast enough. She loves to see her Daddy. When he comes home from school, whether hungry or tired, she still manages to greet him with several smiles. I find myself grinning the majority of the day because of little things she does. So needless to say, I almost always decide to be happy.

Help!

2009-10-26T21:26:00.003-04:00

So to all you moms, dads, aunts, uncles and/or nannies out there - I need some help. I have a little angel who sleeps well at night but doesn't like to nap anywhere other than... my arms. If I put her down in her bassinet she stays asleep for 5-10 minutes and then wakes up. I've tried darkening her room thinking it was too light, I have the ambient noise machine going and she's swaddled. In my arms she'll sleep like 2-3 hours, but not in her bassinet. It throws me off because she sleeps so well in her bassinet at night. I don't get it. I'd think she isn't a napper based on her 5-10 minutes she'll spend in the bassinet, but I know she can nap because she does it in my arms for so long. Anyway, I'd love some feedback and ideas from anyone or everyone. Thanks!!!!!!!!

These are the things

2009-10-25T22:57:00.002-04:00

-A talk with one of my dear sisters
-A prick from the Holy Ghost
-A laugh from my darling daughter
-A loving and passionate look from my best friend
-My favorite song
-The sound of applause
-Thinking of my Savior, Jesus Christ
-Waking to the sound of heavy rain
-Falling leaves

These are the things that inspire me; the things that prod me to walk forward and make myself stronger. These are the things that cause me to reflect on my life and its beauty. These are the small gifts from God, handmade- with me in mind. These are the things that remind me that I have a good life. These are the things that lead me to my knees in gratitude. What are yours?

Cocoa Metro!!!!!!

2009-10-16T21:33:00.005-04:00

It's here! Cocoa Metro! My sister and brother-in-law (Elizabeth and Mike Dunford) have put their first item on the market: dark drinking chocolate. It is not your average chocolate milk, rather it is: "premium chocolate milk with a richer, deeper cocoa taste. A healthy dose of natural Callebaut Belgian chocolate, fresh dairy milk, evaporated cane juice, and natural vanilla flavor give you a dark chocolate milk that answers your serious chocolate cravings" (www.cocoametro.com). I tasted it in its beginning form and it was delightful!
Right now it can only be found at select locations in Boston, but the hope is that it spreads quickly. So, I'm trying to get the word out and help in advertising. If you want to find out more, you can go to the website: www.cocoametro.com
Liz and Mike are two super creative people who enjoy high-class, natural items. They sell only the best. I'm so excited for them. This is the beginning of a dream for them. Yea Liz and Mike!!!! I love you!

a moment not lost

2009-10-14T21:50:00.004-04:00

i want somewhere to express my thoughts. i don't keep a journal, a sad admission i know, and my thoughts aren't significant or filled with inspiring content, but i want to express them. i am writing in all lowercase cause my other hand is holding a darling baby who fought with all her might to stay out of her bassinet and in my arms and it is too hard to push the shift button and a letter simultaneously. if laid down for a minute, even in the deepest of sleep, she'd pop those eyes open and start wailing. so i am lying here, with the most precious thing i have, lying across my belly and thinking. i'm frustrated with myself for my impatience. as norah cried tonight, fighting sleep, food, her bassinet and even my arms, my mind wandered to the laundry that begs to be folded, the curtains that i'd love to see hung, dinner that i'd like to eat, scriptures that i'm hungering to read and tidying that i'd like to do. my mind wandered to these insignificant and unimportant things ( with the exception of the scriptures:) and urged me to impatiently lay norah down, although she didn't want that. so i lie here, with heaven in my arms, listening to coos, watching gumless smiles and fluttering eyes. i could have missed this; all for curtains, laundry and a tidy house. thank goodness i didn't. how many things have i missed in my life in order to check another thing off my list? how many times have i driven blindly down a road missing the stunning red leaves on the side, or rushed through the grocery store oblivious to my favorite song being played? i don't want to miss anything more. i want to slow down. after all, those checks on my list are worth nothing compared to the treasure in my arm.

She's growing like a weed!

2009-10-13T20:47:00.006-04:00

Norah and Mommy. She's my little buddy.

One of my favorite faces.

Asleep during our Sunday walk by the river.

Her first Sunday at church. She's wearing a dress from Aunt Sarah and Uncle Jeremy. Thank you!

She was pushing something out in this pic. Still darling though.

Norah flexing her muscles.

Norah is starting to smile at us when we smile at her. It is so darling. I get so excited that she recognizes us. When she hears my voice or sees me when I go to get her from her crib, she calms right down. It makes me feel like she loves me. Since she can't express that it words yet, it means a lot that she can show me she feels comfortable with me. I love this little mini. She makes my life an absolute delight.

Partial? I think so.

2009-10-02T20:11:00.002-04:00

Dear Fall-

I love you. I've never had a favorite season, I really appreciate them all. However, this fall, I believe I have become partial to... you. You are cool and rainy here in Ohio. The leaves are starting to change on the trees and I'm seeing splatters of red, yellow and orange. Norah and I enjoy taking our daily walks surrounded by your beauty. It always calms her and puts her right to sleep. I know you want to be brief this year and jump straight into Winter, but please don't, you make me so happy.

Love,

Emily

Food for thought

2009-09-29T22:09:00.003-04:00

I was talking to my sister Amy today about a talk she has to give this week. She is speaking about parenting and asking me what I felt were important elements in parenting. We spoke about the importance of helping our children recognize spiritual experiences in their lives, as they may not see them for what they are at first. She then mentioned the meaning of her relationship with the individual members of the Godhead. It caused me to ponder on my relationship with them. As I pondered further, I thought it interesting that my relationship with God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost are not one cookie cutter relationship, rather three very personalized relationships. I speak everyday to God. I tell Him my fears, hopes, desires and dreams; I express my gratitude to Him and ask him for certain blessings. I know that He listens and that He knows the desire of my heart.
My relationship with Christ is somewhat less personal, while being more personal. What I mean, is that I do not talk to Jesus Christ, but I apply one of the most personal and intimate gifts ever given: His Atonement. He felt the pains of my sins and tribulations. There is no one who knows me that intimately. I find it interesting that I do not speak to Him though. He is the mediator between me and God in my judgment, but God is the mediator between me and Christ in communication. I ask God for application of Christ's Atonement.
My relationship with the Holy Ghost is unique as well. I don't talk to him, rather he speaks to me. He brings me closer to Christ and God and enhances my relationship with the two of them. He helps me learn and grow and also comforts me. He makes the application of Christ's healing Atonement possible for me. When I use the Atonement for comfort, it is the Holy Ghost who brings that comfort. When I use the Atonement as a cleaning agent and for forgiveness, it the the Holy Ghost who affirms I have been forgiven.
My relationship with the three individual members of the Godhead is unique to each member, yet somehow they are all interconnected. They all strengthen each other, yet stand on their own as strong and personal relationships.
I feel grateful for the spiritual experiences I've had with these three holy beings. Because of these experiences I have a knowledge that God is real, His Son sacrificed for me personally and that the Holy Ghost speaks to us personally. That knowledge shapes my entire life and all of my decisions.
Thanks Amy for the conversation. It was very inspiring to me.

There is nothing sweeter

2009-09-28T14:26:00.011-04:00

There is nothing SwEeTeR than sleepy smiles
There is nothing SwEeTeR than little giggles
There is nothing SwEeTeR than little fingers curled around mine
There is nothing SwEeTeR than kisses from a true love
There is nothing SwEeTeR than sleep noises
There is nothing SwEeTeR than an "I love you"
There is nothing SwEeTeR than "please forgive me"
There is nothing SwEeTeR than "I miss you too"
There is nothing SwEeTeR than kissing the softest face in the world
There is nothing SwEeTeR than baby yawns
There is nothing SwEeTeR than Norah asleep on my chest

I am so rich. Thank you God.

Update

2009-09-25T16:46:00.013-04:00

Opa and Norah. It was so nice to spend the 10 days following Norah's birth with my Mom and Dad, at their home. They are fabulous!

Just chillin'

9 days old

Jonah, Aunt Becky, James, Norah and I. Aunt Becky was able to visit us several times before we left Salt Lake. It was so nice to have their company and support.

Oma (Emily's Mom) was able to fly to Ohio with Norah and me and stay for a week. It was absolutely incredible having my mom here. She was so helpful and emotionally it was so good for me. We hated to see her leave, but can't wait to see her and Opa again in three months. My parents were both so helpful while we were in Salt Lake. They opened up their home to us, fed us and spoiled us. Thanks Mom and Dad.

Daddy and Norah having some quality bonding time.

Norah with a flower the size of her head. I love it!

I love her little smirk here.

This picture gives you an idea how small she is.

Well, there's our little peanut. She is yum yum yummy. We are officially in our little home in Ohio. I will post pictures as it gets more organized. I still have some work to do, but it is perfect for us. When I arrived a week ago, Brian, Bob and Carol (his parents) had set up a great deal of our apartment. It was so kind and meant so much to me. It made our apartment feel like home. Thank you!

Little Norah

2009-09-14T19:04:00.003-04:00

Here are some pictures of little Norah, our little delight. She is really engaging. She will look at you, lock eyes and just stare at you. It is so cute. I've been so grateful for the smooth transition after her birth. The entire thing has just been quite amazing. What a beautiful life!
I gave her her first bath today (besides the hospital bath that I was not present for.) I finally heard her cry. She didn't like it at all. But she smells good now!

One week and counting . . .

2009-09-13T16:40:00.002-04:00

I believe this week has been one of the most beautiful and sacred weeks of my life. Norah is incredible. I just look at her all day. I feel like she is so full of light and goodness. Just looking at her seems to soothe and comfort me. She sleeps of course most of the time which makes cuddling our favorite activity. I simply can't get enough of her. I love to watch her little faces while she sleeps: smiles, frowns, cry face etc... She sleeps well, eats well and is beyond chill. I couldn't ask for more. I still haven't heard her full-fledge cry. She gives me little squeaks to let me know she's hungry, but never cries.
I've been amazed how quickly my love for her developed. It isn't like the love I grew for Brian through courtship. That love took time and grew each day. That love continues to grow (although I always feel like there is no way I could love him anymore than I already do.) However, my love for Norah was there instantly. I pushed her out of me, they laid her immediately on my chest and I wept with love for her. I have such an intense love and feeling of protection for her. She makes my life so beautiful and sweet. I can't thank God enough for this little angel.

Norah Jane Blewitt

2009-09-06T00:28:00.008-04:00

She's here, our darling angel is here. We simply can't believe it. I started having contractions (after having NO signs of previous labor) on Friday morning at 2 am. I didn't recognize them as such until 10:08 am when I started timing them. They continued throughout the day, getting more and more intense. My parents took us to a double-header at the Movies 10 to keep us distracted, but half way through Star Trek I was quite miserable, so we left. On the way home my contractions became more and more intense and about 4 1/2 minutes apart. Brian then insisted we go to the hospital. We did so at 9:30 pm. After laboring and pushing for many hours, our little one was born at 10:13 am. The final 20 minutes were the hardest but most beautiful of the entire experience. I've never had a greater desire do something, than to get her out safely and soon. She finally came out and Brian and I were completely overwhelmed with emotion as they laid her on my tummy. She was so dirty and sticky and I've never seen something more beautiful. She started crying and then as we rubbed, rocked and spoke to her she calmed immediately down. She is so small and so beautiful, it is incredible. She is 6 lbs. 4 oz. and 19 1/2 inches. She has thick, dark hair and has simply captured our hearts and spirits. I am convinced there is nothing more beautiful that what we experienced today. God is so gracious to let us taste of the gift of creating life. Brian and I can't put her down and rush to be the first to pick her up if she so much as whimpers. I don't know how I would have done it without Brian. His calming influence kept me aware and well... calm. Norah seems to be like him: so calm and patient. We feel so blessed and wanted to share with all those we love.

All the good things

2009-08-30T20:11:00.003-04:00

Well, I am supposed to have a baby this week... wow. It feels so super surreal. I've been feeling her kick, grow and hiccup. Soon I'll be seeing and hearing her do all those things. I was thinking about the things I'll miss most about pregnancy:
-Feeling her kick. It is amazing to know she is alive and mobile. I love to see a little protruding hand or elbow (those ones kind of hurt) or a little foot. Course I have had some creepy dreams about her kicking through my belly button and me actually seeing a little hand or foot- won't miss those dreams.
-Trying to figure out what body-part is contorting my stomach: a bum, a back, an elbow? It is so fun!
-Constantly thinking about her getting enough food, or not being over-exercised. I am sure there will be many other thoughts and concerns to replace those, when she comes out.
-Watching my tummy grow as she grows.
-Feeling her hiccups.
-Hearing her heartbeat at the Dr.
-Reading about her development on whattoexpect.com
-Watching my husband's excitement as he feels her kick my tummy.
-The constant care and effort put forth by my husband to make sure I'm comfortable and don't have any needs. Course he did that before I was prego- hopefully that stays:)
This pregnancy has been wonderful and exciting. I thank God for what I've experienced the last 9 months and what I will yet experience for the eternities. So Norah, we're excited for you to come. Feel free to come whenever you're ready!

The time has come...

2009-08-02T21:28:00.003-04:00

Hey friends-
As soon as Norah comes and we move out to Ohio, we are going to go private with our blog. If you would like to keep reading, just send me an email (emilyblewitt@gmail.com) or add a comment to this posting and we will add you. Love to you all!

About time

2009-07-31T18:20:00.002-04:00

So it is about time to post some belly pics (or maybe just one- I don't know.) Many friends have asked and I have avoided long enough. Time is flying by. I feel like my life is revolving around time right now, which I don't like. I am not a huge fan of time. I feel like I can't keep up with it. I have about a month now until our little Norah comes. We move out of our first Provo apartment in two weeks and will move up to my parents for the two weeks before Norah is born. Shortly after we will then make our trek across the country to Ohio. I can't believe it has been eight months already and it is time to open our arms and life to a little addition to our family. We are so excited and feel so blessed to have this huge life-change. I feel a huge mixture of emotions: excitement, gratitude, apprehension, love and sheer joy. Her kicks remind me of the blessing she will be in our lives and also the huge responsibility that will accompany her presence. I'm so grateful for the examples I have around me of those who are parents and have taken this leap of faith. I have good friends, siblings and parents who have forged the way, and from whom I can learn. Thank you to all those of whom I'm talking about- you know who you are. I love you. So without anymore avoiding: belly pics. Here I am at 34 weeks.

These are a few of my favorite things...

2009-07-01T01:28:00.011-04:00

This is my first blog post ever and it's going to be short. I was just looking at some of the hilarious videos that the Rasmussens posted, and thought I'd post a few favorites of my own. Enjoy the hilarity of the following extremely terrible bits of cinematography and choreography. I have also included a few remarks and questions for the director and choreographer of each scene -- these questions are burning in my soul and if the director or choreographer of any of the following films happens upon this blog post, please feel free to comment.

No comment, just funny.

For the sound effects man, why does the lizard sound like an old, motion-sick man who just ate some bad chicken wings and is now bent over the toilet tossing his cookies? And for the editor, did you really review this scene and think "oh yeah, this is exactly what we were going for"? And just for clarification, is the lizard trying to make out with captain Kirk or squeeze him to death just before Kirk pulls out the awesome "smack the lizard on the ears" move?

Uhhh, the lawn mower? Seriously? You couldn't come up with a better move than the lawn mower?

"Alright, Jan, that's a wrap. You were fabulous today -- your lip syncing was about 5 seconds off from the music, but this video is going to make us millions. And your dance moves were in perfect sync with the beat, well done. I'm sure glad we found Rico the mullet man to play your lover in this one -- couldn't have done it without him." Be of good cheer, Jan. After this song, whoever you were singing to would never even think of leaving you -- you won't lose him, Jan, you won't lose him -- not tonight.

A pensive one

2009-05-30T19:47:00.004-04:00

Today has been a pensive day for me. My Aunt Carol died a couple days ago, which naturally lead to moments of personal introspection. As a tribute to my aunt, she was absolutely fabulous. She loved. loved, served and loved some more. That was her style. Not only did she love everyone, but she did so unconditionally and without judgement. She saw everyone's light of Christ as it overcast any outer or inner flaws. I want to be like that. I have never met a person in my life who doesn't have something beautiful to offer, or something at which they excel. I wish to see those things brighter than anything else. Children do that. I just finished my last day at Lakeview Academy, teaching K-6 music and Middle School Choir. Those children see only good. They loved me with all of my flaws. They even complimented me often. Christ asks us to be like little children and after a PHENOMENAL year of teaching, I understand even better why that is. My Aunt Carol was like a child in many spiritual ways. I wish to aspire to that.

More than anything I want to record my feelings of gratitude, which seem to be overwhelming me. God has given me so many wonderful things: my husband, whom I cherish and adore; my baby, who has been kicking me all day to remind me she's in there; my family, who loves me despite my weaknesses; my in-laws, who have accepted me and shown nothing less than perfect, unconditional love; my friends, who have touched my life and continue to do so; Jesus Christ and His all-encompassing Atonement, which cleanses and heals me and an incredible job for the last year, that taught me to love deeper and see clearer (and a bit of patience as well). The list could continue for many lines.

So I've had a pensive day, one with some tears shed, but a fabulous day nonetheless. Thank you God, for helping me discover through the spirit.

Two years

2009-04-27T16:31:00.004-04:00

Well folks, we've been married to years! On Saturday Brian and I celebrated each other and couldn't believe time has gone so fast. I want to recap some things that we've experienced in the past year:

-My college graduation
-A phenomenal trip to New York and Boston where all we did was eat.
-I started teaching school.
-I got the chicken pox (again).
-Brian stopped working at the MTC and then started again.
-I got pregnant.
-Brian got accepted into the MBA program at Ohio State.
-I put on a musical at my elementary/middle school.
-I fell deeper in love with my husband.

Although we've been married only two years, it feels like I've been with my best friend forever. If you know Brian well, the following won't come as a suprise. Brian brings me nothing but joy, laughter and light. He teaches me and lifts me, he supports and encourages me, he belives in me and sees me with kind eyes. I sometimes think he comes the closest to seeing me like God sees me. I don't know how he does it, but he sees the good and overlooks the bad. He helps me develop and grow. I thank God that I am bound to Brian eternally because of our temple marriage. I will continue to strive to keep the promises I made God in the temple in order to live with God, Christ, Brian and my family again.
Brian- thank you for the best two years of my life. It only gets better-wow! You are my best friend and the love of my exsistance and eternity. I am forever yours.

Bucks?

2009-04-07T15:18:00.002-04:00

Well, as many of you know, Brian applied in December for Ohio State's MBA program. He was really desirous to start MBA school right out of college (yes, unconventional). It was a long shot, as the average post-graduate work experience of the students is 4.7 years, but it is what he wanted. So he took the GMAT, applied and we waited. He went out in February for an interview and it went fabulously. They decided however, since he didn't have any post-graduate work experience, but they loved his interview, they'd wait-list him. Yuck. He wrote an email describing his work experience up until this point and we prayed for the best. Last Wednesday, we found out that he is ACCEPTED! Yipee! So after we have our little one in September we will head out to Columbus, Ohio for the next two-year adventure. Yea Brian! I am so proud of him. He put his mind to it by doing all he could do, we prayed for it and God did the rest.

It's a...

2009-03-28T14:46:00.003-04:00

Here is our darling little... GIRL!!!!! Yea!!! We had our first ultra-sound yesterday and saw our tiny delight. She was flopping around and moving all those cute limbs. We were both elated and completely captivated by this 5" sweetheart. At first she didn't want us to be peeking around to find out her gender, however she eventually cooperated and then flopped on her side (away from the camera) as if to say, "I'm done!" There was one picture where she was fully flexing her arm. It was hilarious. We feel overwhelmingly blessed to have this little being in our life. She is already our joy. Brian can't stop looking at the pictures that he has on his touch and I too can't help exploring every detail.

Game!

2009-02-04T16:01:00.001-05:00

So does anyone notice something new about our blog?

Anyone know?

2009-02-03T15:15:00.002-05:00

Why do I have that diving V skin behind my two-front teeth? All is does is catch popcorn kernals and hot pizza. I'm sitting here in agony (a bit dramatic), all because of school-lunch pizza that the lunch lady indeed told me was hot.

I thank God for Christ's Birth

2008-12-24T21:30:00.005-05:00

Tonight is Christmas Eve. I am spending it with my in-laws who are absolutely fabulous. My dear mother-in-law and father-in-law prepared a beautiful clean house and tasty dinner. My thoughts are also of course on my sweet parents who have blessed my life more than I can write in words. They are true disciples of Christ who show gratitude to our Savior through their actions. I want tonight to express gratitude to God for my Savior's birth. He was born in the same manner as He lived: humbly. His birth initiated a course that would prepare Him and lead Him ultimately to His death, rather His ultimate sacrifice. He was a simple, pure and innocent baby. He did not know initially the weight of His calling as He had to grow grace for grace. However, He continued a life in purity without scathe. He is the one being who enter and left this life clean of any wrong-doing and sin. However, He expects only the latter of us. Although perfect, He and our Father do not ask that of us. They ask simply that we repent of our sin so we too can return to them. The Atonement has filled my sometimes worried-heart with peace, cleansed my sin-stained spirit, strengthened me against my wrong desires, lifted my down-trodden spirits and will ultimately allow my body to be reunited with my spirit so I can live with my husband and family forever. Thank you Christ and Happy Birthday (kind of :)) I am thinking of You and can't sufficiently express my gratitude. Merry Christmas family and friends! You are all in my hearts- particularly my family. I love you!

An Ode to Blewitt... Lewitt...Lewis

2008-12-24T01:05:00.005-05:00

Today I was in a store and upon being asked my last name I said "Blewitt". He started spelling... "Le...". I said, "Blewitt like 'you blew-it' with two t's". He proceeds to spell Luitt and then gave up. I went to the car and said, "Brian can you hear the 'B' when I say 'Blewitt?'" He assured me he can.

When I married I thought the only problem I'd face with my new last name was the following: "Blewitt... like 'you blew-it?'" Don't get me wrong I hear that everyday too. However, the prevailing problem is:

Them: Name please?

Me: Blewitt

Them: Lewis?

Me: Blewitt like "you blew-it" with two "T's".

Them: How do you spell that?

Me: Lewis is fine.

Moral of the story? My name is Emily Lewis.

Why kids rock!

2008-12-16T15:06:00.003-05:00

They find it fascinating to cover their knees with their shirts and pull their arms in there too: armless-legless bundles.
Even the mudane is exciting to them: (yelling)"FROSTY THE SNOWMAN! Yeah! Let's sing FROSTY THE SNOWMAN!"
If you do not let them go to the bathroom right when they ask, it may be too late. Actually sometimes it is too late before they even ask.
They try to pass off wetting their pants as their period. I wish I would have thought of that when I wet my pants in the 5th grade.
They love you no matter what.
They say exactly what is on their mind: "Did you get your haircut Mrs. Blewitt? It looks weird."
They are overflowing with love: "Mrs. Blewitt you are absolutely, positively nice."
They feel your emotions: "Don't get stressed Mrs. Blewitt" (as this sweet fifth grader comes and hugs me.)

We're back!

2008-12-15T16:11:00.003-05:00

A friend asked me recently why I haven't blogged forever and it made me stop and think. The answer was I couldn't stand to see that nasty picture I had posted of my chicken-pocked back. Yuck! She then proceeded to tell me how I could delete it. Yes, I am technologically impaired (and I am only 24!) I thought I should get back into it and update all my friends.
Brian and I are doing super well. He successfully took the GMAT and is in the process of finishing up his second to last semester at the University. He has done so well this semester. I am so grateful he is much more diligent than I was in college (eek!). He will be applying for Ohio State University's MBA program this month and we will wait and see what our future is. Meanwhile, I've been preparing my students for their Christmas concerts which are now done! They were incredible. I am amazed how quick their minds are. They remember their actions and music so well and performed with class. They make me laugh everyday. A few days ago as one of my classes was leaving my room a little first-grade boy looked back at me with his heavily-lashed brown eyes and freckled-nose to blow me a kiss! I thought "this is why I come to work everyday." Children are so full of love and I get dozens of hugs daily. My life is the best!

"Once someone has had a chickenpox infection, he or she almost always develops a lifelong immunity, meaning they usually do not get chickenpox twice"

2008-10-21T20:15:00.009-04:00

The statement above is not true. I (Emily) do not fall into the "usually" category in this case I would, yes, fall into the "rarely" category. I have the chicken pox for the second time in my life. How did I get it? I don't know, probably from one of those little angels I teach, with whom I simply can't be angry. So I have been in my apartment (with the exception of 3 doctor appointments) for a week from tomorrow. The five-hundred square feet (or whatever it is) is feeling smaller than ever. So what does this "rare" case of chicken pox look like? I took a picture at the very beginning. I'm too embarrassed to take a picture now. Just imagine the following dots (on my back, stomach, face and scalp) full of puss and blood.

I do want to thank everyone who has called, texted, visited and prayed for me. I should be back to normal soon (I hope!) What a life! Meanwhile, Brian is doing super well. I literally pray that he does not get infected. He too has had the chicken pox. We'll hope that he falls into the "usually" category. He's preparing to take the GMAT in less than a month. He's scoring well on his practice GMATs and making progress. I am amazed at his energy to do everything: school, work, bishopric (a leadership position in a local LDS church), GMAT practice course and care for his high-maintenance chicken pocked wife. Let's just say he is phenomenal. So that's us in a nutshell. We send our love to all!

Happy Birthday Mom!

2008-10-11T17:54:00.009-04:00

It was my mom's birthday yesterday. She is such a fabulous person. She is continually looking for and involved in service opportunities. She loves people and loves God. Mom- thank you for being such a special and strong example of Christlike service. Thank you for desiring to have so many children and making us each feel individually loved. I continue to learn from you and am touched by your influence. You love all of us so individually and specifically. Happy Birthday.
We had a celebration yesterday for her at Melou and Russ'. I took a few pictures of my growing family.

(L-R) Russ, Melou, Corinne, David, Rebeckay, Maren, David, Becky, Mom, Dad, Emily, Brian

Maren Paris (Melou and Russ' oldest) and Emily
She is almost a teenager! I can't believe it! She is barely shorter
than I, which I know isn't saying much, but she is 12 years old!

Rebecca (David and Corinne's oldest)
She is also almost a teenager. I can't believe her maturity.

Jonah (Becky and David's little boy)
He doesn't love pictures but I think he is so adorable, I had to include it.

The highlight of the night was when I put my mom's new birthday
nylons (that was her birthday present wish) on my dad's head. He
proceeded to to run downstairs like this to scare all the grandkids.
Now you can see a glimpse of why my childhood was so much fun.
My cute mom and dad love to laugh.

General Conference

2008-10-05T13:44:00.006-04:00

I am delighting in General Conference. For those of my friends who are unfamiliar with General Conferece it is conference held by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints every October and April. The Prophet and 12 Apostles address us as well as other church leaders. I've felt so inspired to be better and rely more on the Holy Ghost. Something that stood out to me and has helped shape my attitude in the last week was taken from the General Relief Society Conference (the meeting held for the women of the church.) "The more you trust and rely upon the Spirit, the greater your capacity to create. That is your opportunity in this life and your destiny in the life to come. Sisters, trust and rely on the Spirit. As you take the normal opportunities of your daily life and create something of beauty and helpfulness, you improve not only the world around you but also the world within you." President Dieter F. Uchtdorf. I have tried to create something daily of beauty. Sometimes it has been a smile or laugh from someone, sometimes a craft, sometimes a good meal. Whatever it was I saw the effects it had on someone. I created a small plaque for our keys. I hung it up and when Brian came home you should have seen his face. He was so excited and loved the "touch it added" in our home. I know that sounds silly but I saw how it "improve[d] the world (or our home) around [me]" It touched inside me too. I feel uplifted and enriched from the last two weekends. I love knowing that God knows what I need. He always teaches me through General Conference. I feel like I know now what improvements I need to make to feel the power of the Holy Ghost stronger in my family, home and life in general. For more info about the church and its beliefs see www.mormon.org

Where we began

2008-10-04T19:07:00.004-04:00

Brian and I started dating right after my mission in October 2006.

We married in April 2007.

It has begun

2008-09-11T21:09:00.004-04:00

Well, we have entered the blogging world. We thought it'd be good to wait until we had children before entering this world (in order to have something interesting to share.) However, I think the world is leaving us in the dust and it is time to get started.