So much to say

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.


Remember how we were sick???

Remember how I blogged about that awful stomach virus that left us all puking our guts out for a few days after thanksgiving? Well turns out, it is quite possibly the most contagious virus to ever be placed on the Earth. We had guests over for dinner last week...all four of them were puking their guts out within 48 hours (we kind of felt bad, but deep down inside, I think the missionaries were excited for a day off and a day to sleep in) and then every single one of my seminary students that came last week also spent a day or two at the toilet. This is a picture of us driving them to school after class, Lizzie is on the left with the garbage can, she actually puked in the car a few times. Henry didn't seem to mind, and that's Hunter on the right with the window rolled down trying to get some fresh air (she started puking later that day at school) I must admit, the whole situation was hilarious. Don't worry, the girls thought it was too.

Our adventures didn't stop there, Henry also got in a fight with the asphalt this week and lost. You can see his poor little face here. It has scabbed up quite nicely. You can also all see Taylor's new specs in this pic. I quite like them. And he isn't complaining about not being able to see the board at school anymore. When he took his vision test at the Dr's office, they said to him, "you probably wouldn't have passed the vision test at the DMV." He declined to tell the Dr. that he kind of cheated at the DMV by stepping closer when the lady wasn't looking.
Anyway...and now onto very exciting and very wonderful news...I set a date for my thesis defense and purchased my airplane ticket. I am going to Utah one week from today!!! I can't believe how close I am. I cried when I set the time and day. I would share all of my feelings of joy and elation, but I don't want to jump the gun, I still have to defend and hope all goes well. I most definitely need your prayers. My defense is Monday December 14th at 8am. You can pray all week for me and at 8am mountain standard time a week from tomorrow. I thank you all in advance.