Happy Birthday Anna

Anna turned 2 today. She spent the day playing with Ian, watching Boo, and playing with her new doll pack and play, and mailbox. When Levi got home from work, we too her to the nearest aquarium that's open late (Cabella's), and she had such fun watching the big fish feed on the goldfish. She also enjoyed running through the store and playing in the very large set up tents. When we got home, she enjoyed her very delicious chocolate cake and ice cream.

Happy Birthday my darling girl!

Our Little Ian

On November 26th at 11:30pm, I awoke in intense pain. Levi was in the office working on homework and I told him in my not so calm voice that I thought it was time to go to the hospital, and I hoped it wasn't a false alarm. He quickly ran down the stairs and started loading the van with our bags. As I was walking down the stairs to join him, my water broke. At the time I thought I had lost bladder control, but looking back I realize the truth of the matter.

The ride to the hospital was long and exhausting. We drove from Lehi to St. Mark's hospital in SLC. It was the longest ride of my life. Before we left the house, the contractions were less than a minute apart. By the time we got off the freeway, I was trying desperately not to give in to the desire to push. At this point I begged Levi to just run the red lights to get us there faster. We made it to the underground parking lot and got the best parking spot, right next to the elevator. I was on my hands and knees at the elevator, as I couldn't control the pushing anymore. We made it into the hospital and had a wheel chair waiting for us. The security guard ran me into the delivery room that was filled with nurses. Hands were all over me trying to remove my clothing as quickly as possible. My only thought at this point was, "Can you give me some drugs now?"

One of the nurses checked my dilation and effacement, and exclaimed in shocked voice, "All I feel is a head, all I feel is a head". Another nurse held my hand and tried to get me to focus and breath. She assured me that the pain would not get any worse. Although I understood this, I couldn't control my breathing and fear.

Moments later, Ian Douglas Pearson was born. Weighing 8 pounds 1 ounce, and 19 1/2 inches long. The total length of the labor was 45 minutes.

He is beautiful and we just adore him. He is a healthy eater and loves to be snuggled. His big sister loves to give him toys and peek over the bassinet to see what he's doing. She rubs his head and talks to him. It's so very precious!

Birthdays

What sort of cool stuff happened on your birthday? Ingrid Bergman, Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres and John Locke are some of the people that share my birthday. In 1831, Michael Faraday discovers electromagntic induction on this day and the beatles play their final live concert.

Aug 29th, what a cool day!

Getting Old

I received this funny email from my mother. I just had to share.

George Carlin's Views on Aging
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. "How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key. You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!! But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?
You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 . . . and your dreams are gone. But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!
So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60. You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I was JUST 92." Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"

May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.