tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55627807004837881572024-03-13T08:46:59.431-06:00Rose FamilyShelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-83876524844993913242015-03-19T23:35:00.002-06:002015-03-19T23:35:31.857-06:00Emmeline at 10 Months<br />
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Emmeline is turning into the cutest little monster, but a monster nonetheless. She gets into everything. Though, I'm not sure why we're surprised--that's what babies do.<br />
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<li>Took the scariest tumble down the stairs ever! Lately, Emmeline has been getting up around 5:30 or 6:00. She sleeps all night, so no complaints there, but I'm still exhausted, so after she eats, I am usually in and out of sleep on the couch while she plays. Well, I should have gotten a baby gate awhile ago, but we haven't. And then one morning, I woke up to the most horrifying should of a baby thud, thud, thudding down the stairs. I leaped up just in time to see Emmeline rolling down the last few stairs, and start screaming as soon as she caught her breath. Needless to say, we sat and held each other for a long time. She was fine, but that didn't prevent me from feeling like the worst mommy for not doing my best to prevent such a foreseeable mishap.</li>
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<li>Fascinated with my eyelashes and insists on grabbing them every chance she gets -- which may be how I got pink eye--GROSS, ICK, GROSS! Apparently, we need to wash her hands more...</li>
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<li>Follows other babies and toddlers around. When we go to the mall playground she'll just follow older kids around. You can tell, she so badly wants to be big enough to play with them. </li>
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<li>Has figured out how to wave bye-bye :) Such a pivotal milestone for babies and parents, but yet so simple. Ah the joys and triumphs of parenthood :)</li>
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<li>Still charming people right and left. I love to take her on errands with me, because she chats, waves, smiles, and coos at everyone. It's adorable!</li>
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<li>Starting to "dance" to music, which really means to twist her upper body back and forth :)</li>
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<li>Got her first pet, Tonks. When we got married, Eric was going to get me a cat as a wedding present. But I decided that it would be better to wait until we had a house to get a pet. Well we have a house now, so we have a kitty now. </li>
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Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-30105012395438758262015-03-19T23:31:00.000-06:002015-03-19T23:31:04.264-06:00Emmeline at 9 Months<div>
So, this time last year I was already behind on blogging, and I just sort of stopped blogging all together. Life got busy. Well I'm ready to start blogging again--no guarantees that there won't be another long hiatus in the future. This blog was a draft that was half-written. It's fun to see where Emmeline was at, and how far she's come--and makes me wish I hadn't stopped blogging. Sigh. </div>
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At 9 months old, Emmeline is: </div>
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<li>Getting into EVERYTHING--it has happened. She spends the other half of her day getting into things she shouldn't. She is destroying my piano music and magazines--it needs a new place. She pulls out sheet music after sheet music and ensign after ensign out of our little basket. I've dragged her away from it and told her "NO" hundreds of times, but she doesn't seem to understand... yet. I guess I should be glad she has yet to figure out that the cupboards and drawers open.</li>
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<li>Had her first bloody encounter. She was using a chair to stand up, fell and cut her lip on the table. It was pretty sad :(</li>
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<li>Loving the outdoors. I love how much she enjoys being outside, it makes it easy to work in the garden, if I can keep her from eating something dangerous that is. </li>
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<li>Rubbing her messy, sticky hands in her hair. Arg! She only gets one bath a day, but needs more... "but ain't nobody got time for that."</li>
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<li>Missing Daddy. When Daddy has to leave for work she cries for him. It's really sweet.</li>
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<li>A plum eating machine. But mommy doesn't love the poppy diapers that plums create. Ick. I cut them open and take out the pit so she can eat them. But one time got into a bag of plums from Grandma Daun's plum tree and ate several while my back was turned. She had me worried and Googling to see if eating plum pits was dangerous. Apparently, not very, because she survived. I'm not even sure she realized she swallowed them in the first place. </li>
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<br />Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-42983418259744013462014-01-16T09:24:00.000-07:002014-01-16T10:33:38.333-07:00Poo Poo Trunk-or-Treating<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We had a quiet and fun Halloween. Our neighborhood did a trunk or treat. The whole trunk or treat phase came after I was done trick-or-treating, so I'd actually never done it. It was fun to get out and see all the costumes and see all the neighbors. But passing out the candy felt like a mechanized assembly line to maximum candy received in the shortest amount of time possible. It totally felt gimme-gimme. Maybe it's just me, but I much prefer going house to house, and working for the candy. I felt so accomplished and proud of my candy as a kid--I just don't see how the kids can get that same feeling of accomplishment, when they walk in a slow line with their bag held continuously open repeating monotonously "trick-or-treat." And I hardly heard a "thank you."</div>
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Not to mention--most of the people there, were just there to "get" candy. Only about 1/4 of the people were also passing out candy---that's not how Halloween works folks. </div>
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After the trunk-or-treat we went home, hoping to pass out more candy at home. We did, a little. We had maybe eight small groups of trick or treater's for the rest of night. Spoiled my night a little, I've waited to pass out candy for oh... since I moved out of my parent's house--you don't get trick or treater's when you live in College apartments--so we've had really lame Halloween's for the past few years. </div>
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All in all, I think we should scrap the trunk-or-treat idea and get back to good old trick-or-treating. You can go on and on about it being safer...blah blah. My dad went with us until we were about 10, and he had as much fun as we did. </div>
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We'll come to the trunk-or-treat next year, but we'll be saving the good stuff for those who actually put forth the effort to come to our house. We'll be waiting ;)</div>
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I hardly know what to say. But I feel like I should say something and not pretend like nothing happened, and that everything is okay, because it's not.<br />
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On October 12, 2013, Eric's little brother Ben passed away.<br />
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It was unexpected and tragic, but we are dealing with it thanks to the knowledge of the Plan of Salvation and the Atonement (which heals all pain, not just sin).<br />
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We miss Ben so much. And it hits us at expected and unexpected times. Thanksgiving was hard, Christmas was hard, many times in between were hard, and I'm sure Ben's birthday in April will be especially hard.<br />
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I think the hardest part of all of this for me has been watching Eric struggle and miss his little brother. The little brother closest in age to him, that he shared a room with for most of his childhood and adolescence. A little brother that shared a love for similar hobbies and outdoor activities. A little brother that he loved to joke around with.<br />
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Or watching Eric's parents struggle. He is still their precious baby boy, their baby boy that they won't get to see for a very long time.<br />
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I can't imagine loosing someone and not knowing that we will see him again, it just makes death far too tragic. Thank goodness for The Gospel. It is sad, it is hard, but we can carry on. He is absent, but he is not gone forever.<br />
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But at every milestone, every family gathering, every happy moment he will be missed.<br />
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We love you Ben. <br />
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She had so much fun playing with the pumpkin guts and seeds. And it was hilarious to watch, until I realized I had one sticky baby to clean up. I always seem to forget how much the pumpkin stains your skin too, oh well, it's all part of the fun. </div>
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<br />Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-58626815878549777602013-12-06T11:43:00.003-07:002013-12-06T11:43:23.135-07:00Pumpkin Patch Round 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
My sister Heather is pregnant with her third baby and was put on bed-rest for several weeks. Unfortunately her bed-rest coincided with Halloween. Their daughter Aleksa was disappointed that they wouldn't make it to the pumpkin patch this year. Since we came to town to visit the week before Halloween, we thought it would be fun to take Aleksa to the pumpkin patch to get her pumpkin. </div>
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This pumpkin patch was the I ching of pumpkin patches. This place was insanely cool and full of harvest magic. </div>
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There were pumpkins already cut, or you could ride their "hay ride" out to the pumpkin fields and cut one yourself--we didn't have time or we would have definitely done that. They had orange pumpkins, they had white pumpkins, they had cinderella pumpkins, but seriously I have never seen so many pumpkins in my life.</div>
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On top of that, they had a miniature maze for the littles and a large maze for the adults. Although it was a blast, the small maze was a lawsuit waiting to happen with kids climbing and running all along the top of the maze. </div>
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I stayed with Emmeline in the corn-pit while Aleksa went down the slide--yes there was a slide too! This was a full on fun-house! And all of it was free too. You only had to pay for the pumpkins. </div>
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I heard some moms talking about this being their second or third trip to this seasonal fun-house. Nothing is better than free entertainment for your kiddos. Wish someone would do something like this in southeastern Idaho. </div>
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<br />Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-43232629294744661682013-12-03T09:29:00.000-07:002013-12-03T09:29:55.141-07:00Straw Mazes are More Fun than Corn Mazes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Apparently we were trying to get all of our Fall fun in at the same time, because just a few days after we went to the pumpkin patch, we went to the straw maze with some of our good friends from our BYU-I dating days. And by the way, straw mazes are more fun that corn mazes--or at least this one was. There were dark tunnels, and slippery slides throughout, and it was so much more fun--though a little tricky while carrying a little one. </div>
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Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-62282608498617395072013-12-03T08:12:00.000-07:002013-12-03T08:12:38.437-07:00Pumpkin Patch Fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
The day after our Anniversary we went to the pumpkin patch to get our pumpkins. It is so much more fun decorating a house than an apartment, but it is hard to show restraint. I wanted to just pepper the house, inside and out, with pumpkins. It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny with a light breeze...if only Emmeline had left her crankiness at home. She's normally so good, and so happy. But that day, she was so uncooperative--bad day to try a photo shoot.</div>
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But we did catch a few good ones with her tutu on--which once I figured out that tulle comes in 4" rolls, it was a lot easier to make!</div>
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Time is a fickle thing. Sometimes I can't believe it's been two years, and then other times I feel like we've been married for much longer (in a good way).<br />
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In the two years that we've been married: Eric graduated from BYU-Idaho, I worked full-time for over a year, Eric joined the Idaho Falls Police Dept., we've lived in two apartments before buying our house, and we had our little Emmeline.<br />
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In remembrance of our day, I thought I'd share a little known anecdote about how dear old Murphy conspired against us. <br />
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About a week before our wedding, Eric and I decided to go to the temple together one last time before we got married.<br />
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The temple worker scanned our recommends, I was about to start walking back when I realized, the worker hadn't given Eric his recommend back yet.<br />
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After a few seconds, it was clear that something was amiss. The worker then said, "There seems to be a problem, will you wait in the waiting room for the temple president."<br />
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We had just both had our interviews so we could be sealed/married, so this was extra baffling. <br />
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You can imagine the questions that went through our heads...<br />
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"What's wrong with Eric's recommend?" "Was the recommend not filled out correctly?" Did they think Eric was unworthy?" "Were we going to be able to get married?" "Is this a sign?"<br />
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Yep my brain went there. And it kept going in circles while they kept us waiting for 20 minutes or more.<br />
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There we sat amongst happy family members waiting to see two people sealed/married, while we sat worried that we wouldn't be able to have our own wedding.We completely missed our session, but forget about that, I was more worried about what this would mean for our sealing--I know we--er me--was overreacting, but it's what I do in this kind of situation.<br />
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There are two different kinds of recommends, there is a living ordinance recommend and a regular recommend. The Living ordinance is for doing your own temple work and is a one-time use kinda deal, whereas the regular is good for 2 years to do work for the dead. (If you would like to know more, go here <a href="http://mormon.org/beliefs/church">http://mormon.org/beliefs/church</a>)<br />
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Eric's current recommend still had one year left, so he opted to not renew his regular recommend and just get the living ordinance. Well apparently, you can't do that and the Stake President didn't know that. So when his living ordinance went through it changed the bar code for his regular recommend and didn't match the one he was carrying. The Temple President had called Eric's Stake President to figure out why the bar codes didn't match.<br />
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So, Eric would have to go back to the Stake President, and redo his interview and get the recommend with the matching bar code. Phew. I was so relieved. We were able to go to the next session and enjoy our evening. But just thinking about all the ways our wedding day could have gone wrong makes me ill. What if we hadn't decided to go to the temple a few days before our sealing!?! Would they have let us be married that day? Thank goodness, Heavenly Father was on our side and prompted us to go the temple! We were married October 8, 2011 without any hiccups.<br />
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It has been a great two years! And I'm sure life will be full anecdotes, mishaps and trials, but I'm glad I'm doing it alongside Eric.<br />
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So Shelley has been begging me to write this blog to explain this piece of artwork here. As some of you know I am a police officer for the city of Idaho Falls. The city has gas pumps that we use to fill up our cars whenever we need to. I normally have a routine when I get gas, but one afternoon while I was pumping my gas I decided my windows needed cleaning, so I walked over and got the squeegee to clean the windows, when I was finished I needed more paper towels to clean up the drips that were all over my car. So I walked back to get some more towels, at this point my car was full and the gas pump had stopped. After I threw my paper towels away, I got in my car and began to drive off. Very soon I heard a terrible noise, like something big was broken. I got out, looked and realized I had not taken the pump out of my car, as you can clearly see from the drawing. Luckily for me, the pumps are designed for people like me and break away with a certain amount of force. I expected gas to be flowing everywhere when I realized what had happened but there wasn't any. Of course when I saw how easily the hose came off I thought it must be fairly easy to put back on too, so I made my attempt and that is when I got gas everywhere. Needless to say, I did not attempt it again, notified my supervisor, who told me to send an email to the Cpt. to give him a heads up and to put the hose in front of the maintenance door.<br />
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The next day I showed up to work and found this drawing in my box, which was drawn by one of the other Captains at work, and also multiple copies which were hung around the office for all to enjoy. Since the awesomeness of my mustache was such a popular topic of conversation at role call everyone knew who the drawing was depicting immediately.<br />
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I later found out that the Cpt. who drew this has also pulled the gas hose out himself a time or two and also many others in the department, so I wasn't too worried about it.Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-17285144409030946652013-11-07T19:02:00.000-07:002013-11-07T19:02:47.594-07:00Shooting with Kevin and Tori<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
The weekend before General Conference, my little sister Tori and her new hubby Kevin came to visit. I'm so glad they were able to come for a long weekend. We had so much fun. </div>
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Since Kevin loves to shoot, but doesn't get the chance very often, and Tori had never been, we felt it was high time we took them shooting. </div>
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Tori and I had fun shooting my .22--which doesn't kick and you can actually focus on aiming :) And Eric and Kevin had fun shooting all the other "big guns" like the black powder that I won't shoot. </div>
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<br />Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-44234009649874290162013-11-07T11:04:00.000-07:002013-11-07T11:04:28.214-07:00Emmeline's First Camping Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Thanks to the Government furlough Eric's drill weekend was canceled at the last minute. He had already rearranged his work schedule for drill, so instead of switching it back we decided to go camping. We've been meaning to go all summer, it just never happened. We wanted to go at least once before winter hit, so I'm glad we were able to make it happen. </div>
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We made tinfoil dinners and then sat around the fire eating smores and listening to daddy play his harmonica. </div>
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Emmeline had a ball through all of it. She stayed up with us until almost 10:00--which is super late for her. Going to bed proved to be a little difficult. But after about 30 minutes she was down for good. Not sure how great we slept with Emmeline in between us, but we were all warm (thanks in part to the many wool blankets--this is Eric's contribution to the post). We all woke up around 7:00 and started on breakfast--which was sausagey, eggy, cheesy, potatoy goodness. </div>
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We then packed up and headed home to watch General Conference. We were annoyed that his drill weekend had to be rescheduled, but as least we got to go camping, and watch Conference together (Every year drill is on Conference weekends--obviously there aren't enough LDS members among the people who matter to get drill changed to a different weekend...)</div>
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This last month she has grown so much. She seems like such a different baby than the one she was just even a month ago.</div>
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<li>Crawling! She was so close for several weeks, but was hesitant to actually go for it. She would move one knee forward, but wouldn't go further. It frustrated Eric to no end because he was convinced she could do it. Well on Sept 16 she finally started crawling small distances. She still cries if you make her crawl very far. </li>
<li>Around labor day she started pulling herself up (entirely by her own effort) while holding onto someone's hands. But within a few days, she started pulling herself up next to furniture. And now she can pull her self up next to most things, including her crib rail. This makes bedtime and naps a lot more difficult, as any parent can attest to. . </li>
<li>Trying all sorts of new foods. This month she tried potato salad, plums, raisins, crazins, squash, frosty (daddy daughter dates), chick fil-a, cheetos, jello salads, peas, and more</li>
<li>Eats her plums like an adult. She grabs the plum out of my hands with one hand and starts eating it like an adult--just bites right into the skin. She eats the whole thing in about a minute. You have to be quick to grab the pit from her--she actually swallowed a pit once. She stashes the skin from her plums on the inside of her mouth, and freaks out when you take it out--it's like she's stashing it for later--weirdo...</li>
<li>Loves to scream and shout--when she's happy! She loves to make noise, and the louder the better. I love taking her shopping because she's a hoot with other people. She "talks" to them, smiles at them, charms them, and if they don't look at her she shouts until they do! It's hilarious.</li>
<li>Once she figured out how to stay sitting up the bath, she refuses to lie down--which makes washing her hair a challenge. She loves to play with her rubber duckies and splash. </li>
<li>LOVES being outside! I don't think I say this enough. She loves anything outside. We can go on outings later in the evening and she'll be on her best behavior--if we're outside. </li>
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<br />Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-68226384695255002882013-10-31T08:45:00.000-06:002013-10-31T08:45:07.108-06:00A Drive and a Picnic<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Eric wanted to go for a drive to get a better lay of the land for hunting this fall, so we decided to make a day of it. So we packed a picnic and planned for a hike in the Tex Creek Land Management area. </div>
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The drive was really pretty, even though some parts nearly sent me into hysterics--I do NOT like driving next to cliffs and such.</div>
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We drove and drove and drove. We kept looking for what looked like a good hike, but never found one. Turns out hunting area is pretty sparse and boring, not exciting enough for a hike. But eventually we stopped for some lunch. We didn't want to eat on the tailgate of our car, parked on the side of the dirt road, so we walked a few hundred yards into the brush and plunked down to eat our picnic on a blanket. </div>
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The drive was pretty but more confusing than anything as far as finding "public hunting areas." As soon as we would see a sign saying it was public, we would see a no trespassing sign or fences right and left. If it's public, what are all the fences for? We were so confused. And we saw other signs that said, "No hunting without permission," with no phone number posted. Well how on earth do find out how to ask? Ugh, the more and more we drove the more and more it seemed that the only people who know where to hunt are those that have been hunting for generations and generations in this area. So un-user friendly. Oh well, at least we had a fun afternoon of it.</div>
Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-85936800501569281192013-10-31T08:17:00.001-06:002013-10-31T08:31:56.647-06:00Emmeline at 7 Months (August 22, 2013)<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<li><b>Scoots backwards when she obviously intends to go forwards</b>, but she doesn't realize that she never gets where she wants to go--kind of funny really. </li>
<li><b>Sits very well</b>, she hardly ever falls over. </li>
<li><b>Can roll over whenever she wants to get a toy</b>. It's nice that she's finally realized that she has some control over her movement, and it's even more nice that I don't have to hand her all her toys, she can grab them herself with her weird manuering of rolling and scooting. </li>
<li><b>Likes peek a boo.</b> Though right now, it's rather one-sided. She doesn't know how to play, but she loves it when we do!</li>
<li><b>LOVES her jumperoo.</b> Such a relief, we can put her in it, and most of the time she'll be content and contained for about 30 minutes. </li>
<li><b>Can hold her bottle all by herself</b>, and will even take it from us if we try to hold it for her.</li>
<li><b>A touch of stranger anxiety. </b>She gets upset if someone who just walked in the room holds her, she needs to see them and get comfortable with them before they hold her. She has a harder time with men, she doesn't seem to be that comfortable with my or Eric's dad. </li>
<li><b>Needs to see me at all times</b>.... She freaks out when I go into another room, which makes it rather difficult to get much cleaning done. I try to find something I can sit down and do while she's playing so she's happy. </li>
<li><b>Struggles sleeping when not in her crib</b>--which is great when we are home, but not so great when we aren't</li>
<li>At her 6 month apt, the doctor gave us <b>Zantac</b> for her excessive spitting up. It has helped some, but she still spits up sometimes.</li>
<li><b>She's been trying all sorts of new foods</b>: popsicles, french fries, green beans (whole), corn on the cob, cheese, yogurt, crackers. And she pretty much loves them all. </li>
<li><b>Pretty much weaned--almost by accident.</b> With all our activities in Utah she got more bottles than normal. And when we got home from Utah, she just didn't want to eat longer than five seconds at a time, so within a few days, we were kind of just done, and so was my supply. I didn't really plan it, it just happened, but I sure am happy to be done. Good riddance bf... until the the next baby anyways. </li>
<li><b>Moving like crazy in her sleep.</b> She gets herself into the wierdest positions in her sleep. Sometimes I wonder if I should wake her up and move her because it does not look comfy to be squished up against the bars, or having your limbs sticking through the bars...lol</li>
<li><b>"Talking like crazy." </b>She has gotten a lot more vocal. We started putting her in the baby seat in carseats instead of just taking her in in her carseat, and she LOVES that. She LOVES looking at all the things, and all the people. Errands have become one of my favorite things to do with her, because she is so fun and adorable at the store. And I love it when other people come up to coo at her. </li>
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While Eric was gone at Annual Training (AT) for the National Guard, Emmeline and I escaped to Utah for a few days to give me a break from too much Emmeline-mommy time. Love this girl, but two weeks, just the two of us, and no breaks...a bit overwhelming. </div>
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We had fun in Utah, but in the end vacationing with a 7 month-old as a single mommy is even more overwhelming. Emmeline and I probably won't try another trip without daddy for awhile.</div>
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Being a first-time-mom you just aren't really adventurous with your baby's eating--or at least I wasn't. Emmeline tried all kinds of news things at Grandma and Grandpas, she must have thought I was depriving her. </div>
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Six months is half a year! I feel like if I blink she'll be all grown up. Sometimes I really feel like time is our enemy. I'm starting to wonder how people ever decide to stop having more kids. It would be terribly depressing to not have a baby around the house. She is just so adorable and so fun! Ha ha, maybe I'll feel more differently when I have a few more around the house. But right now the thought of her, and my future children all grown up makes me want to cry.<br />
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<li><b>Teething has started in full force</b>. There have been a few days that she has been pretty miserable. Gah, just when your baby seems to be sleeping well, teething hits. She had a canine tooth poke out for a couple of days, but then it disappeared again. How weird is that? Apparently teeth pop up and down until they're there for good. </li>
<li><b>Chewing on everything</b>. As she's teething, she loves to chew on everything, including my chin. But when she tries to chew on someone's chin at church!?! Awkward!</li>
<li><b>Amateur escape artist</b>. Sometimes when she's done eating or is just being a pill, she tries to escape her bumbo chair by arching her back and nearly tipping the thing over. I think we need to get a high chair... lol. </li>
<li><b>Sitting very well</b>. She went from barely being able to sit up--more like the bent in half, I'm doing stretches kind of sitting-- to sitting up very well within the last month.</li>
<li><b>Standing! </b>If she is holding onto something she can stand by herself and she loves it. Standing is her favorite thing. </li>
<li><b>Rolling more consistently</b>. She's been able to roll over since 3 months old, but only did so occasionally, but now she will roll to a toy or something she wants. The moment I lay her on her back, she rolls over. Changing her diaper is getting to be a challenge.</li>
<li><b>LOVES clapping</b>. When we clap she gets so excited and she does this adorable thing, where she'll clasp her hands together and pumps her arms up and down as she tries to imitate us. Doesn't really look like clapping, but it's the cutest thing since, you know that last cutest thing that she did :)</li>
<li><b>Grins all. the. time</b>. She doesn't laugh much, but she does smile all the time. I love it! </li>
<li><b>No attention span for breastfeeding</b>. Every two seconds she stops breastfeeding to look at eric and smile. In fact she'll stop breastfeeding to look at ANYTHING. Instead of eating faster as she gets older, it's taking longer and longer because she has zero attention span. But she'll take a bottle just fine because she can look around while she eats. Breastfeeding may be at a close for us. </li>
<li><b>Loves to go outside</b>. If she's fussy, the fastest way to get her to stop, is to go outside. I'm so glad that she loves being outside so much! Unfortunately it has been so hot this summer, that we've avoided being outside :(</li>
<li><b>Sleeping through the night, again</b>. She's gone through phases of sleeping through the night and phases when she won't. Currently she's sleeping through the night :) Lol, I can't wait until she decided to be consistent long-term.</li>
<li><b>Transitioning to two naps a day</b>. Her naps are getting longer and less frequent. Halleujah! We can be out and about for more than 2 hours at a time. </li>
<li><b>Cuddling</b>. Although she won't cuddle with us :( she does cuddle with her elephant to go to sleep. It is so cute. When she's really tired, she'll grab onto her elephant, shove it into her face, and curl up to it. So cute!</li>
<li><b>Grabs her toes</b>. I wondered when she was going to finally "discover" them. I tried putting her hands on them and showing her feet to her, but I guess she had to "discover" it on her own. </li>
<li><b>Grabs and plays with toys. </b>It has been so nice that she can play with toys. Although she won't let me leave the room, at least I don't have to play with her every single second.</li>
<li><b>Will take things that are handed to her</b>.This has been so helpful. I can hand her crackers, her binkie, a toy, and she'll take it from me. Little new advancements like this are making my life easier. </li>
<li><b>Reaches to be picked up</b>. When I go get her from her crib she'll half raise her arms. Melted my heart the first few times. </li>
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Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-72657997620307778272013-10-01T23:59:00.000-06:002013-10-01T23:59:11.263-06:00Emmeline's First Trip to the Zoo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Eric got back from Annual Training on Friday (those where a LONG two weeks) and we decided we needed an outing. So when our friends, Collin and Hilary, invited us to go to the zoo with them, we jumped at the chance. </div>
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She did really well, even though it through off her schedule (sometimes it is so hard to do anything with babies). </div>
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The Tauphaus Zoo was just the right size for her. Any bigger and we might have had a huge melt down. We also might have melted from the heat, it was so hot!</div>
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Afterwards we went to this new crepe place in town, called Crave. It was fantastic, so yummy, and thankfully Emmeline slept the whole time so we could enjoy our crepe!<br />
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Seriously, people, go support this place so it'll remain open. Idaho Falls desperately needs the variety! Now if only we could get an Indian restaurant...<br />
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Thanks Collin and Hilary for inviting us!Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-5204315577195718362013-09-30T14:50:00.001-06:002013-09-30T14:50:30.425-06:00Update of Random ProportionsWhen people ask what's going on. I usually say, "oh not much." But that's actually not true, I just haven't really thought about it. But a bunch of random, funny, and exciting things have happened--well at least in my eyes. So I thought I'd share.<br />
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This one makes me laugh. So last week I was digging around in the diaper bag when I found this. I was so confused how this little plaque made it into my bag, when it obviously belongs next to one of the baby changing tables at our church. I just had to laugh. It must have fallen into the bag somehow. I'm just glad that I wasn't the one who had changed Emmeline at church last week. When I showed it to Eric, he was just as amused as I was. We'll have to make sure it makes it back to church next week :)</div>
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This one is exciting for me, if long overdue--I finally made it into some of my pre-pregnancy jeans! I still have a long ways to go, but it is definitely a great start :)</div>
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Emmeline is crawling! It took her a little while to get the confidence to just go for it. She could crawl, she just didn't want to, or would get scared and stop after a step or two. But now she's crawling all over the place. </div>
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About a month ago, Eric built a fire pit! I'm so happy with how it turned out. He was able to find a used fire pit ring at a junk yard for $10 and used the curved stones from Lowes. We love it, and have spent the last month roasting marshmallows, warming our toes, and eating dutch oven. We think it is a great addition to our home, especially as Emmeline and future kids get older. Once again, we feel so blessed to have such a large yard where we can put a fire pit!</div>
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<br />Emmeline has had a few bad days with teething. The only thing that seems to snap her out of it is frozen blueberries, lots and lots of frozen blueberries. But she now has two very visible teeth :)Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-82969611269632395192013-09-13T01:35:00.000-06:002013-09-13T01:35:34.405-06:00Remember, My Child<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I was rocking Emmeline to sleep the other night and thinking about Ella (<a href="http://ericandshelleyrose.blogspot.com/2013/09/lessons-in-midst-of-tragedies.html" target="_blank">see previous post</a>). I did something I <i>never</i> do. I started to sing. (Well, it was more like humming for a few lines here and there. I have a horrible memory, and can never remember words to songs unless I sing them constantly--just ask Eric about my singing to the car radio--this is one of the reasons why I don't sing to Emmeline).<br />
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And the song that came to mind is <i>Souviens-toi</i>.<br />
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It's an LDS French hymn, and unfortunately, it is only in the French hymnal. Which is unfortunate, because it's message is unlike any other hymn.<br />
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Every missionary falls in love with <i>Souviens-toi</i>, and it is easy to see why. Here is how the hymn came to be:<br />
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A French LDS woman and her husband tried for many years to have children, but unfortunately it never happened. Eventually they began the process to adopt a child from Tahiti. One sleepless night she wrote a song to the tune of Dvorak's New World Symphony. <br />
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Sometime later (unclear on how much later) they were offered a baby. But because of the adoption process it took some time before they received the baby. After they accepted the baby into their home they discovered that the baby was born the same night that the woman wrote the hymn. (Coincidence? I think not.)<br />
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The French hymnal committee then adjusted the lyrics and added it to the hymnal.<br />
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(Not sure if all of this is accurate--but that is how the story was told to me).<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;">Souviens-toi, mon enfant</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Souviens-toi, mon enfant: Tes parents divins</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">te serraient dans leurs bras, ce temps ne’st pas loin.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Aujourd’hui, tu es là, présent merveilleux,</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">ton regard brille encore du reflet des cieux.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Parle-moi, mon enfant, de ces lieux bénis</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">car pour toi est léger le voile d’oubli.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Souviens-toi, mon enfant des bois, des cités.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Pouvons-nous ici-bas les imaginer?</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Et le ciel jusqu’au soir, est-il rose ou gris ?</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Le soleil attend-il la neige ou la pluie?</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Conte-moi, mon enfant, la couleur des prés</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">et le chant des oiseaux d’un monde oublié.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Souviens-toi, mon enfant : A l’aube des temps,</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nous étions des amis jouant dans le vent.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Puis un jour, dans la joie nous avons choisi</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">d’accepter du Seigneur le grand plan de vie.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Ce soir-là, mon enfant, nous avons promis</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">par l’amour, par la foi, d’être réunis.</span><br />
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font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Today you are here, marvelously present.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Your gaze still shines with the reflection of heaven.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Talk to me, my child, about that blessed place,</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">because for you the veil is still thin.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Remember, my child, the forests, the cities.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Can we down here imagine them?</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">And the night sky, is it rosy or gray?</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Is the sun waiting for snow or rain?</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Describe to me, my child, the color of the meadows</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and the birdsongs of a forgotten world.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Remember, my child: at the dawn of time,</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">we were friends playing in the wind.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Then one day in joy we chose to accept</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">the Lord’s grand plan of life.</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">That night, my child, we promised through love,</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; 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Here is the piano music and another English translation. <a href="http://www.nyx.net/~cgibbons/do-you-know/dyk3.pdf">http://www.nyx.net/~cgibbons/do-you-know/dyk3.pdf</a><br />
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This song has always brought me such peace, and I feel it adds a missing piece to the hymnal. No other hymn talks so openly about the pre-existence. It so clearly expresses the thoughts and feelings that come when holding your newborn baby. I so wish it were in the English hymnal! We're missing out on a real beauty.<br />
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I don't know why MOTAB hasn't snatched this up, when it's available to them. Are they not aware? I've often thought about contacting them about it---maybe I will.<br />
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So, my friends with spectacular voices--I challenge, no plead, with you to make a recording of this song. I can only find a fuzzy one on YouTube. I'm talking like a recording studio. Someone who has the connections and the vocal chords must love this song also!?!<br />
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I'm talking to you-Felicia Bennett, Matt Clegg, Missy Spencer, Rebecca Daun...Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-21235262251168667132013-09-12T23:50:00.002-06:002013-09-12T23:50:35.958-06:00Lessons in the Midst of Tragedies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Saturday evening Eric and I were reading the local news, and a story caught our eye: "Girl dies from gunshot at Yellowstone". We were both horrified at the news. Since becoming parents, things like this strike close to home. Though we both quickly moved on with the rest of our night and forgot about the article.<br />
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But Sunday morning before church I saw a posting on a friend's Facebook wall saying that their little girl had died in an accident in Yellowstone. My mind raced back to the article we had read the previous night. Already thinking in my head that that little girl must have been the Tucker's little girl, I quickly located the article and reread it for details. It seemed like too much of a coincidence to be true--how many little girls die in Yellowstone? With a sick heart, Emmeline and I went to church (It was Drill weekend). Throughout church I could not stop thinking about it. When Eric got home from Drill, I showed him the Facebook post. By this time it had been confirmed by other friends on Facebook that the girl in the article and the Tucker's little girl were the same.<br />
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This little girl, Ella, and her parents were in our married student ward in Rexburg. Although I never got to know their parents too well--I think Nicole and I sat next to each other in Relief Society a time or two and chatted, but that was probably all. But while we were in that ward I was in the nursery for about 3 months. It was hard for me to miss Sunday School and Relief Society, but the one bright spot was the adorable children. One of them was Ella Tucker. And oh my goodness was she a gorgeous toddler. I had watched her in Sacrament meeting for weeks, as she played. She was so loved, it seemed every week she was in another couples arms during Sacrament meeting (that is what newly-married, baby-hungry couples do, borrow other couple's adorable children during Sacrament meeting.) And I craved to play with her, she was just so so adorable. One of the cutest little girls ever. </div>
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Every time you hear of a child being hurt it is terribly sad, and if you're like me, you cry. But when it is someone you knew it really hits close to home. You realize that it could happen to anybody. You realize just how fragile life is. All week I've been thinking, "this time last week Ella was healthy and fine and no one knew she would be gone in just a couple of days." And I would just sob. I've been thinking about how broken I would be if it were Emmeline.<br />
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Eric doesn't know this, but when he's gone at work at night, I slip in and watch Emmeline sleep several times before I actually go to bed. But this week, I've been going in a lot more, and just looking at her. Even touching her, knowing that I might accidentally wake her, and not really caring.<br />
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Yesterday Emmeline had a rough evening due to teething and I rocked her while she drank a bottle. As I sat there in the silence I thought about Ella. How precious she is, how precious every daughter of God is. I thought about how without the Gospel, the pain would unbearable. I thought about how she is with her Heavenly Father now and will see her parents again someday, and how that lessons the pain somewhat, but how painful it still must be for the Tuckers. I can't even imagine.<br />
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Upon reflection--I am surprised by how much I learned and felt this past week--even those who aren't directly affected.<br />
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<li>We cling a little closer to Heavenly Father</li>
<li>We count our blessings instead of dwelling on our misfortunes</li>
<li>We lean on each other</li>
<li>People have the opportunity to serve</li>
<li>Our testimonies of the Plan of Salvation and the Atonement are strengthened (I read this talk from Conference that gave great comfort--<a href="http://www.lds.org/general-conference/2012/10/because-i-live-ye-shall-live-also?lang=eng">http://www.lds.org/general-conference/2012/10/because-i-live-ye-shall-live-also?lang=eng</a>)</li>
<li>We pray a little longer</li>
<li>We read our scriptures a little longer</li>
<li>We hug and play with our children a little longer</li>
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I'm grateful for the lessons I've learned this past week, and I hope the days will go by quickly until the Tucker family can be reunited.<br />
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I'm so glad families can be together forever.Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-64139581198271285272013-08-25T23:53:00.001-06:002013-08-26T00:29:19.694-06:00Parenting FAILA week or two after Eric got home from POST, Eric and I had a major parenting fail. Or maybe that is just how I see it. Maybe I'll look back on it and think, ''Oh that was nothing.'' But the one thing I'm sure of is that this will certainly not be our last parenting fail...<br />
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It was a Sunday night and Emmeline was having a hard time going to sleep. Sundays can be hard. Emmeline used to fall asleep in my arms at church and take a nap. But, gone are those days. So usually Emmeline only gets one nap all day. And as all parents know: lack of sleep means going to sleep is even harder. Which is one of the weirdest ironies ever.<br />
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So, we resorted to our crutch: the carseat. Not the best place for her to sleep, but hey we were desperate. Eric put her in the carseat (she was still in her dress... oops) and started swinging her back and forth until she feel asleep. We put the carseat in her room, and had a nice, quiet evening.<br />
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Emmeline's nap turned into sleeping the whole night--which is one of the magical things about carseats. We should have gotten her out, changed her, and put her in her crib. But we were too nervous to ruin a good thing, so she stayed in her carseat.<br />
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Well, morning came, and I woke up to silence. And it was glorious. I lied there in my bed, and thought, "This is wonderful, she's still sleeping." But then I decided to check on her. One step out of the room, and I could hear her screaming. I ran into her room. And I saw her on the floor, out of her carseat, kicking, and screaming! She had fallen out her carseat and had been lying there for who knows how long. Eric had only put on the shoulder straps, and didn't buckle the legs part. So, somehow Emmeline had wiggled out of her carseat and had landed on the floor. To say I felt bad is an understatement. I yelled to Eric, scooped her up, and cuddled her. She must have felt so abandoned, scared and cold. Falling out of a carseat must be traumatizing!<br />
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Eric came running. When I told him what happened, he also felt horrible. We both just cuddled Emmeline, hoping to make her forget her most recent traumatic experience and that she would forgive her well-meaning parents. All I can say is that at least she won't remember this--maybe it's a good thing we don't remember being babies...<br />
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We learned our lesson, well maybe three.<br />
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<li>Babies really should sleep in their cribs, when possible.</li>
<li>If we put her in the carseat, we should properly buckle her in, all the way.</li>
<li>Carseat really should become a word. I'm annoyed with the red squiggly line after this post. It functions as one word, so it should be one. </li>
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Please read, this is important: <a href="http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/what-kind-of-parent-leaves-their-kids-in-the-car-this-parent/" target="_blank">What Kind of Parent Leaves their Kids in the Car? This Mom</a>.</div>
Shelley and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862023705692138655noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562780700483788157.post-20330772545403872172013-08-25T09:32:00.001-06:002013-08-25T09:32:23.114-06:00Jackson Day-cation Tradition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The day after the 4th of July we went to Jackson Hole with Eric's family for the day. Jackson is probably our favorite day-cation and it's become a tradition by accident--we just really love going to Jackson, and always seem to go at the same time of year. We first went right after the 4th of July when we were dating....</div>
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We drove up at like some unearthly hour, like 4 a.m. or something--I was not a happy camper. But the views were gorgeous and we took some awesome pictures, that Eric jokingly said looked like engagement pictures. I was so embarrassed, and was a little scared that he had brought up the elephant in the room--marriage. But it ended up being prophetic, and we still joke about our ''original engagement pictures''</div>
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Which was followed by breakfast at a fantastic restaurant called The Bunnery, and the purchase of Eric's mountain man hat.</div>
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And then last year, when I was pregnant we went up for the day. We caught breakfast at The Bunnery again and then went on a hike around the lakes.</div>
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So, it was only right that we went again right after the 4th of July again this year. Only this time we replaced The Bunnery with a picnic near a lake. Though we want to go again later this year--The Bunnery is THAT good. </div>
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We had so much fun spending time with Eric's family and making fun of "sasquatch enthusiasts." (You'll have to ask Eric to do his Patterson movie impression sometime--family, did someone get a picture of it? His long arms make it look quite authentic.)</div>
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