I am back from my blogging hiatus. I think this is the longest I have ever gone without blogging, but I am turning a new leaf to become a better blogger. My trip to Utah was absolutely miserable for 90% of my waking hours, and 10% wonderful. I can honestly say it was the most stressful three days of my life (I ran into more administrative problems than ever imaginable) and I wish I had found time to visit family and friends. It was sad to go home and not get to see anyone or do fun things. However, it was totally 100% worth every miserable bit! My thesis is finished! 100% finished. It is one of the greatest feelings I have ever felt in all my life. I feel anxiety free and happy. I feel accomplished and relieved. Writing my thesis was the most difficult task I have ever endeavored, it was way harder than running a marathon, super harder than having a baby, much harder than an appendectomy in a soviet hospital, and much more difficult than learning Russian. Anyway...it was hard. But it's over. And I am happy, and grateful. I am also glad that I did it. I think life is about doing hard things. And I think I am mostly glad because it's one more diploma that I get to put on my wall and I get to teach my kids that education is important. I also think I may start signing my name with an MA behind it, I have earned it.
These are the only two pics I took in Utah. It's Hanky Panky with Aunt Metta and Aunt Daysa. Thank heavens for my family and Taylor's family for taking care of the bugaboo while I was on campus all day. He loved every second of it, and I really don't think he missed me or Taylor one bit.
I only had one minor mishap with Henry while in Utah...he nearly died. In all seriousness he scared me quite badly. He fell down a few stairs onto his head one evening, and when I reached him, I snatched him off the floor really quickly, and he was starting to wail. (A little background info...when Henry really gets upset and cries, he holds his breath for a loooong time...like sometimes he turns blue, and once he collapsed) Anyway, I soon realized that Henry was holding his breath and he couldn't catch it. He turned a blueish hue and then he passed out cold in my arms. At this point I realized blood was coming out of his mouth too...it was horrible! I started to shake him but he was completely unconscious, I was sure that he was dead or at least in a coma, but a few seconds later he came to, and I realized he had bit his tongue, and he was fine. It was awful, but thank heavens he was okay. I don't think I will ever get used to him passing out from crying. Taylor tells me his brother did it as a kid, and supposedly its kind of normal. But I hate it. Anyone else ever experience it?
Did I mention that Henry is all grown up?
Christmas just came and went this past week. Leisy and Kent and the kiddos came to visit too. It was fast and I was at work for way too much of it (did I mention that I worked 40 hours last week!!! ew), but such is life. We enjoyed it, and Henry loved the company.
Here is Leisy, doing what she did most of the day...taking pictures with her new snazzy camera.
And here we are Christmas morning before the opening of the presents. I love opening presents Christmas morning. The more presents, the better. This year, Taylor gave me all sorts of treasures so I could have more presents to open, like a new lightbulb for the fridge, a giant jar of pickles (Henry & I looooove pickles), crystal light, and more. Thanks Taylor!
Here are all the kiddos...they sure were noisy.
And here we are about to eat our traditional christmas eve dinner: takeout from everyone's favorite restaurant. It was delicious. Notice how cute Henry is in the picture below.
Merry belated Christmas and happy New Year! Don't worry, you'll hear from us again soon, we got a new super cool camera for Christmas (thanks mom & dad!) and I am thesis free. Life is wonderful. We are happy.