Dylan's Play

I am attaching the flier for the play Dylan is in this week. If you live close enough and want to come, it is really cute and is free.

Preston's Poor Pointer...finger

Every time I think life will settle down for a second, something major happens. I guess I was totally wrong. This must just be the pace of life with three little ones at home, a busy husband who works full time and part time and church callings. More to come on the rest of life later.

Last night, we had just finished eating dinner. I was doing dishes, Marcos went to put Marissa in the bathtub and the boys went out to ride their bikes on the sidewalk. Next thing I know, Dylan is running in yelling "Mom, Preston fell down and hurt himself. He needs you." I ran outside and he wasn't kidding. There was blood everywhere. It took me a minute just to figure out what had happened. At first I thought his mouth was bleeding because the blood was all over his face, but I soon realized he had cut his right index finger...bad. I had Dylan run get Marcos and a drink for Preston to try to calm him down. I took Preston over and sat him on the lawn. Blood was everywhere so I didn't dare take him in to try to clean him up. Marcos called a neighbor to take the other kids and I called the doctor's office to make an appointment. We got there and were told it was too deep and we would need to go to the Emergency Room. I thought that might be the case, but was hoping for the best. The whole time blood is gushing everywhere and I'm doing my best to hold gauze on Preston's finger while sitting next to him in the van. Marcos takes off like a complete maniac and I spent most of the drive trying to convince him speeding and crashing would not make his finger better. If you don't know us very well, I tend to be the one who stays calm in emergency situations. And that's probably the understatement of the century. The kid freaks out when stuff like this happens.

We waited for a bit in the waiting room and then were taken to triage to be assessed and admitted soon after that. The doctor who saw us, Dr. Heilaster (or something like that) was awesome. We got x-rays and found out his finger was most likely fractured and he had probably severed the tendon. All I have to say is even when things seem incredibly difficult, it's amazing to catch a glimpse of the tender mercies from the Lord. There was a doctor on call who is a plastic surgeon specializing in muscles and tendons of the hand. Seriously? How did that happen? She said that was pretty unusual. It took quite awhile for him to call, but we were grateful he was the one on call and was willing and able to squeeze Preston in first thing in the morning. His office is on a different floor at the hospital. He didn't even have the E.R. doctor stitch him up so it wouldn't heal wrong since the tendon was involved. Poor Preston finally fell asleep around 10:00 p.m. just in time to have a rude awakening now that they knew what the plan was and needed to clean the finger really well...without using any numbing at all. I had to hold him down while he screamed and was sweating from the struggle. It was a hard thing for a mom, but you do what you have to do. I held his hand, chest and head while Marcos kept him from kicking. They got him bandaged up with a green bandage over a temporary split, we waited for his first dose of antibiotic and then we headed home.

We got home to our neighbor who had Dylan and her kids watching TV and had put Marissa to bed. We have the best friends ever! Seriously! The village really is helping to raise our children. So...we are dog sitting for our other friends and Dylan assumed we had the dog with us. So the whole time we were at the hospital, there was no dog. We got home finally ready to breathe and I just about had a heart attack thinking I'd lost this cute little dog. I had to take a minute alone in the basement and just lock the door and pray and think. I knew I couldn't figure all this out alone. Everyone was walking around the cul-de-sac whistling for the dog and Marcos was in panic mode yet again. I got a flashlight and keys and headed over to their house. I had the impression the dog might have gone home and knew I had to go look. Sure enough, Belle was there in the backyard. My guess is someone saw her by my house, looked at her dog collar and took her home. Either way, I have never been so grateful for so many blessings. Okay, I probably have, but this was definitely one of those moments of intense gratitude that sometimes come. The Lord heard me over and over and answered my prayers. I know prayers are not always answered immediately, but when they are, it strengthens my testimony in leaps and bounds. I almost don't feel worthy of being so looked after and cared for during such times of crisis. I went to bed and prayed and read scriptures and cried and prayed some more. It was an emotionally overwhelming night for sure.

This morning was utter chaos. I got the kids ready, dropped Dylan off to the neighbor because he had dress rehearsal for the play he's in this week. Oh, I should post about that so you can come if you want. Marcos and I drove separate cars up to the hospital so he could go to work afterwards and my mom met us there to pick up Marissa. We waited for what seemed like forever to get called back to the doctor's office and then waited another eternity to be seen. A few minutes before the doctor was going to be coming in, the nurse came and removed the splint (which was actually his second splint since he decided to rip the thing off this morning). The doctor came in and saw his finger and knew immediately the tendon was completely severed. The good news was he thought he could do it there in the exam room with just a localized shot. The E.R. doctor the night before thought they might have to sedate him so that was way good news. The bad news was entertaining a 4-year-old with sensory processing disorder for heaven knows how long was a less-than-pleasant experience. We sang songs, we jumped, he sat on my lap, I rocked him, I tried coloring animal pictures for him....NOTHING! He wanted out of there! We promised him a new Buzz toy if he was good and multiple other bribes I can't even remember at this point. It was HORRIBLE! Marcos had to hold his legs, I held his arm, chest and head down and the nurse held the injured hand and finger while the doctor stitched him up. What a process! He screamed the whole time and was dripping with sweat by the time we let him off the table. But the doctor thinks it went well. We follow up with him next week. He will probably have to wear a splint for six weeks while the stitches and the break heal, but we feel good about the whole thing. He comes highly recommended by the ER doctor and a friend of ours who is also a doctor. So it really was such a blessing that he was the one on call and could get us in this morning.

As soon as Preston was off the table, he was happy as can be. He just didn't want to be held down anymore. We stopped at the cafeteria for some lunch since he wasn't able to eat breakfast in case they had to put him under anesthesia for surgery. He enjoyed every bite and then was eager to go find a Buzz toy. At one point I looked over to watch him dunk the splint into the ketchup and lick it off. Seriously! I had to keep reminding him to leave it alone. But...I'm a sucker and "good" is a very relative term. I figured he survived stitches and being pinned down for what I'm sure felt like forever so he ended up getting a Buzz and a Woody toy from the store. :)

He keeps trying to take off the splint and chewing on it so it's going to be a long six weeks trying to keep that thing in good condition, but at least it's done. Hopefully it will heal well and life can move on. We didn't get as good of pictures as I wish we would have with trying to hold him down and keep him from making things worse, but here is what we did manage to capture of this traumatic experience.

I wish I would have taken a side picture of his finger on the camera. I got one on my phone, but it's not great and I have no idea how to upload the pictures from my very old school phone. That cut went all the way to the bone though so it is much worse than it looks. The whole fingertip felt like it was just hanging there. And it was dangling when he tried to point and hold it out straight.

Part of our three hour emergency room wait. You can't tell, but all the spots all over him and his pants are blood...and that was after trying to clean him up. He was a MESS!

Trying to entertain the little man. We sang lots of songs since there was nothing kid-appropriate on TV and there wasn't exactly time to grab a DVD player on the way to the E.R. We could have used a movie distraction though...big time!

He finally fell asleep around 10, just to wake up screaming when they had to clean out the finger and bandage him up to send him home again. Poor kid!

The temporary split from the E.R. He was not a happy camper, but was very brave for the whole process.

Waiting for the plastic surgeon. He was spinning this tray around and around. He was bored and almost at his limit before we even saw the doctor. I knew it was going to be rough.

The nurse taking off the first splint so the doctor could look at it. It must have hurt him pretty bad because Preston is my tough little man and he was flinching the whole time.

Another crappy picture trying to show how bad it really was. Sorry, this was as good as I could get. Marcos has a decent one on his phone if I can ever figure out how to upload his pictures.

A little bit better view. It had stopped bleeding for the most part, but as soon as they took the bandage off and he moved at all it started gushing blood again.

We took Buzz to help pass the time. It helped in the waiting room but that's about it.

The only moment during the stitches we could capture. He was moving too much and we needed all hands on deck. (Sorry they got out of order. This obviously happened after they numbed his finger)

Trying to calm the kid before the real storm hit

Just after they numbed the finger

Leaving the doctor's office with the new splint on

Happy to be leaving the hospital with a full belly and lemonade in hand

June in Pictures

So June was plenty eventful...I just didn't have time to blog about it. Here is the condensed version of our June in pictures. I forgot my camera a lot so this was only a portion of our adventures, but at least it's something.

Sunday bbq in the mountains with friends - Slades, Hagbergs, Edges, Talbots, Uboldis. We had a blast and the kids played together so well. We love our friends!

La tia Tomi's visit. Marcos' sister, Tomasina, came into town because his mom had surgery. She lives in Columbia so we don't get to see her that much. It was so much fun to spend some time with her. I forgot the camera on most of our visits with her, but managed to snap a couple photos. The kids got spoiled too. She brought a fossil dig for Dylan, a dinosaur that grows and hatches out of an egg for Dylan and a darling rattle person for Marissa. The kids were so excited!

Tanner's birthday. My sister, Angie's, son, Tanner, turned 4 in June. We had a birthday celebration at grandma's house. It's always fun to get together, especially in the summer when Angie and Justin are in town more often and all the cousins can run around and play outside together.

Sunday snack. Preston got an orange out to eat before church the other day. He is such a nice brother, he decided to share. Marissa was ecstatic that she got such a big treat. Funny kids!

Father's Day dinner. My mom spoiled all the men with a carne asada dinner in the backyard. It was delicious! Grandpa Barney got a kick out of the card we got him. Gotta love that smile!

Thank goodness I remembered Father's Day. With girls' camp the next week, I'm surprised I managed to get everything done. Somehow I found a present that Marcos wasn't expecting and ABSOLUTELY LOVED! Yay! Happy Father's Day to the world's best day...for real!

Bear River Hospital Fair - We stopped by the hospital's fair last Saturday. The kids got to play in the helicopter, fire truck and ambulance. It was hot, but we had a good time seeing people Marcos works with. We also met a 7-year-old boy that could be Dylan's best friend. He is just as excited and passionate about fire trucks as Dylan is about dinosaurs and animals. It was hilarious watching him give Dylan a tour of everything!

Cherry Hill. We went to Cherry Hill with all the Uboldi cousins on Monday. We had a blast and stayed for 6 hours...a record for some of us. It was so much fun having so many big cousins there that can go off by themselves and play and have a good time. And without knowing it, my mom and sister ended up coming so we had cousins from both sides of the family playing together and running around like kids should.

Family Pictures

My friend, Courtney, took family pictures for us last week. They turned out so cute! She put a few of them up on her blog if you want to take a look. http://courtneyhagbergphotography.blogspot.com/2011/06/uboldis.html

I especially like the picture of Preston. That kid is so hard to catch smiling or being the happy little man that he is, but she managed it brilliantly. Thanks Courtney!

My To Do List

What I'd like to do is blog about all the fun (and not so fun) things we've been doing. But there is no time. Instead, I'm going to write my "to do" list for all to see why I've been missing in the blogosphere lately.

• Get kids up, dressed and fed
• Drop Dylan off at music camp (that I found out about on Sunday and got him signed up for last night at 10 p.m. Nothing like last minute decisions, but I think he will really enjoy it)
• Tackle the mound of laundry that has been accumulating
• Do dishes and clean up the kitchen
• Bathrooms (nope, those are going to have to wait. Kitchen and laundry trump bathrooms today)
• Pick up Dylan from music camp
• Figure out what to feed the kids for lunch and maybe think about dinner before 5:00 today. Easy and somewhat healthy would be nice.
• Make sure Marissa gets at least one good nap today since she had two less-than-ideal car naps yesterday in my running around, going to my mom's house, dropping kids at my friend's house and taking Preston to his Occupational Therapy appointment
• Write a skit for girls' camp (since I haven't blogged about this yet, I best mention it now. Our YW Presidency was reorganized a couple months ago. I was released and during all my ups and downs with depression, struggled a great deal letting go of something I cared about so much. I finally felt like I had come to terms with being released and figured the Lord knew much better than I did what I was capable of handling at this time in my life and I obviously have many family responsibilities at the moment. No sooner do I wrap my brain around this, than they call me a week and a half ago to be the camp director (camp is June 20). So yeah, totally last minute and I'm barely getting my bearings. YIKES!
• Find a tent or two (that is big, good and in our budget to purchase)
• Make shopping lists, packing lists, activity lists, meet with parents who weren't at the parent meeting (and there are a lot of them) and everything else that goes along with camp this year. Can you tell I'm stressing about being so far behind?
• Continue reading up on Preston
• Work on Preston's self-care skills (dressing, brushing teeth)
• Set up sensory activities for Preston (and Dylan) to do. This is fun, but messy, which doesn't help with my housework to do list. Oh well. Today will be burying small toy cars in a little tote full of sugar. That and plenty of time on the tramp and then rolling in blankets. I know, sounds weird, but it's part of our routine now.
• Make sure Dylan gets his reading done (reads to me and gets read to by me...hopefully I can do that before bed today. Not sure if I can fit it in during the day today)
• Get back into a better routine of violin practicing with Dylan. For now, I just need to remind him to practice. At some point, I need to be better at setting up an actual lesson time so that doesn't get overlooked so often.
• Spelling, math and language arts once a week to keep up a basic level of skills during our more relaxed summer school
• Pay bills. Yes, that one cannot be put off. I need to sort through that stupid paper pile and get caught up with that mess. Blah!
• Paint the basement bedroom now that the sheetrock is up, mudded and sanded (again, probably going to have to wait until another day, but it's still weighing on my mind)
• Weed the front and back yard and maybe attempt to get a garden planted this year (between being super busy and the crazy weather, a garden may just not happen this summer...that would be tragic since I LOVE my garden. We'll have to see)
• Devotional with the kids. With Dylan's music camp today, we didn't get our normal devotional in so I need to do devotional before they go down for quiet time and try to get some scripture reading in myself during that moment of "down" time I have today
• Speaking of all things spiritual, I would really like to get to the temple at some point. I'm way overdue for a temple trip and could really use the time to ponder. All the newness of everything is getting to me: Preston's diagnosis, multiple decisions we need to make (like do we move or not) and just stress in general (Marcos starts a new job in three weeks...YIKES!)

So if you don't hear from me for a few weeks, now you know why. I'll try to catch you up with all our amazing adventures when I have a moment to breathe.

Coping

If you haven't followed our saga with Preston, you're probably better off. It's long, overwhelming and at times quite dramatic. I've gone back and forth with how much to share and discuss forever. I want to protect my child and yet I have a need to be open and honest and share to help others and gain the support I feel like I need. I don't want to label my children and I don't want to make excuses for them. But understanding their abilities and limitations is important.

Anyway, at his 4 year well check, there was some break down in what the doctor was asking him to do and what he was able to do (or at least able to understand). He referred us to a Speech Therapist at Primary Children's.

Now for those who don't know, Preston didn't speak much when he was two and we had him tested and put into speech therapy through Early Intervention. His speech caught up fairly well and when they tested him at three, he didn't qualify for the special needs preschool. For us that was good news. We don't want free school for our kid who has challenges. We just want him to succeed. But there was part of me that still felt something was off, and many of the specialists at the school said the same. They just couldn't put their finger on it. It's been a LONG, FRUSTRATING, EXHAUSTING process trying to figure out what his needs and limitations are because...well...because he's a kid and can't really tell us. It's like a great big puzzle. Over time we find one piece here and there and start to piece the puzzle together little by little, but we still have no idea what picture we're even trying to build.

Back to the present. The speech therapist told us he was behind in both receptive and expressive language. We were able to rule out hearing loss as a factor because after two years of trying and testing and sound booths, we were finally able to get him to understand and not be freaked out by the test itself. And it looks like he's at least in the range of normal for hearing. Yay to some good news! The audiologist referred us to a specialist at Primary's to have him tested for auditory processing disorder though since even though he can hear he doesn't seem to process it fully. And the speech therapist referred us to an occupational therapist since many of the skills he is behind in are self-help (using the potty, dressing himself, etc) or pre-academic skills (holding a pencil, cutting with scissors, etc). The OT was able to tell us that yes, he is behind and that it is most likely due to sensory integration issues and some praxis disorder. Um...what? Ok. Yeah, I had no clue. She explained that praxis is the brain's ability to plan and organize itself and carry through the action with the right muscles (a.k.a. muscle planning). They recommended speech therapy and occupational therapy for him. Both recommended 12 sessions over 3 months and then reevaluating based on his progress and new goals we will have for him. Whoa! Slow down. The other FANTASTIC (not) news is that we have no clue if the insurance will cover the therapy. The way they word everything is so vague (probably so they can avoid paying later). So we'll just have to start it and hope for the best. GREAT!

I'm not sure how most people handle news like this, but it went something like this for me.

1. Relieved to finally have some answers and to know I haven't been crazy or paranoid all these years.
2. Freaked out at the finality of really have a diagnoses (or several) and what it means for the future of my precious child.
3. Guilt. What did I do wrong? Did I cause this? Should I have talked to him more or rocked him more or held him... How did this happen? Did I eat something or drink something... What if, what if, what if...
4. Grief. I was sad and overwhelmed for Preston and for how much harder some things will be for him in life because of these trials. I cried and cried and then cried myself to sleep many nights in a row.
5. Researcher. I'm sure some people would rather not know all the details, but for me knowledge is power. It's overwhelming to deal with KNOWING sometimes, but it helps me formulate a good plan, schedule, routine, etc. if I have read and analyzed things from every perspective and broken it down into something more manageable. Not only did I read a lot on the internet, I found a bunch of books at the library and ordered several online. Here is my stack to begin with. Yes, I'm crazy, but I'm also already well into my reading and understanding my child a bit more.

We have our first therapy session with the OT next Wednesday. I'm excited to get to work with him and get some tools for helping him, but I'm scared too. It's not exactly good news and it's not good timing at all. But what do you do? You do the best you can to cope each and every day, you pray a lot, and you try to trust that the Lord knows what He is doing and will not abandon you in your journey. Feel free to keep our amazing little man in your prayers.

April & May - Catching Up With Pictures

So I'm WAY behind again. Not sure if I will ever be good at blogging again. It might just be too much to juggle right now. But at least I get a little done for the sake of documenting our lives a little. More to come on the chaos that exists here later. For now...here is what we've been doing the last couple months.

Lots of trips to the zoo....some by ourselves, others with friends. Some we forgot to bring the camera. But we are definitely getting our money's worth from our zoo pass. Now, if only it would stop raining all the time.

Kenya turns 3. A fairy party. Let me just say Dylan was not thrilled with the idea of such a girly party. Oh, give me a break! He insisted on the star glasses instead of the heart ones. Thankfully Preston didn't care about the shape. He was thrilled to get a green pair...his all-time favorite color.

The pinata was a hit, although it was pretty cold, and the kids played really well together. It was funny to watch all the big boys excited about Kenya's baby all gone doll. They all took turns feeding her. Hilarious!

Milli's 3rd Birthday - party at the park. This turned out perfect since we have a niece on my side and on Marcos' side who share the same birthday. One party was on Saturday and one on Monday. That made coordinating a little bit easier. Milli was darling opening her presents (with some unsolicited help from her cousin Kylie ;)). She is all girl and loved all the dress-ups she got for her birthday. The bubbles were a hit with all the little kids. Preston LOVED them! And the older kids disappeared and played games the whole time. What a great day!

My cousin (2nd cousin really) got married yesterday (May 19). Her bridal shower was a couple weeks before at my great aunt Carol's home. It was lots of fun. I started taking pictures and then got too carried away talking and enjoying myself. But it was great to see family and also see Amanda so excited and happy.

As promised, my kids and I finished our train unit from last fall at the Golden Spike reenactment on Tuesday, May 10. It was the 142nd anniversary of the transcontinental railroad. Contrary to the mocking I received from a few friends, it was a blast. The kids loved it, but timing wasn't great. It rained and rained. By the time it was over we were soaked and ready to go. We ended up eating our sack lunches in the car. We did stop by a friend's house in Brigham City before heading home. The kids were so excited to hold their frog. And to top it all off, we stopped at Peach City to split an order of fries and a milkshake. Talk about a great day for a kid! Oh, and Preston got a train movie and Dylan bought himself a pocket watch from the gift shop on our way out. He's always wanted one and felt so important opening it up and looking at the time over and over again. He said he felt like a real train conductor. :)

Mother's Day was great. Chaotic, but great. Marcos and Dylan woke me up way too early to give me my Mother's Day present, a darling necklace with a picture of my kids that my sister-in-law actually made. I told Marcos I needed more sleep for my present so he made breakfast for everyone while I snoozed for a few more minutes. Unfortunately he was on call and had to go into work right after that so I ended up making my own breakfast, getting the kids ready for church by myself, helping Dylan with his talk, and planning on subbing Marcos' primary class having not read the lesson. Thankfully he got back in time to teach the lesson himself. Pure chaos for a couple hours. But it was great. After church, we went up to my mom's house for dinner. It was great to spend time with my mom and celebrate her (and my sisters, who are all such great mothers too).

Timing was perfect on Mother's Day. We headed down to Mercedes' house for some dessert. The kids played and got a big crazy group picture with Abuela. Marissa and Otis were fascinated with each other. They hugged, poked each other, and Otis even took a little bite of Marissa. She was NOT happy. I couldn't help but laugh, mean mom that I am.

Clothes, clothes, clothes. I went through Marissa's clothes a few weeks ago and finally got up the courage to go through all the boys clothes. The semi-annual changing of the clothes extravaganza. Wow! It was an exhausting, all-day process, but I got it done. Preston LOVES trying on clothes so I had to add a couple pictures of him in here. One day I found him after quiet time with his pajamas back on and his polo he had been wearing on top, inside out and backwards on top of them. Another day, he had pulled all the clothes out of the hamper, climbed in, zipped himself in the hamper and fallen asleep during quiet time. Gotta love that kid!

Naked baby. My mother-in-law wanted a picture of Marissa sitting without clothes on. She has one of all the grandkids around the same age. So here was my attempt at getting a picture of this fast, curious, naked little thing. She did not sit still for long, but I managed to snap a couple decent pictures to send to Mercedes.

Two frogs and a princess.

These are my darling kids. I know, everyone loves their kids and thinks they're adorable, but honestly, I just can't imagine my life without these monkeys. They are nothing alike. Each one is unique- completely different - and causes me much joy and yet plenty of stress and worry. But they make me happier than I ever thought possible. I can't think of anything I'd rather do than help raise such precious little ones.

St. George Trip...Continued

Okay, okay. I was wrong. Angie, my dear, sweet, loving sister, got me pictures from her camera of the St. George trip. Still missing all the ones Alicia took at the dinner, but I'm getting there. Here are a few more from our Saturday fun.

Sunday was interesting. It was our second year in a row celebrating Easter somewhere else. Not my favorite thing, but it worked out okay. In the morning I was exhausted and asked Marcos if he would hold the baby until the boys woke up because I had been up so late. He said something like, "You went to bed when I did. Why are you so tired?" I just laughed. "Oh really? Then how did all the Easter festivities get done?" Yeah, he slept through it all. The Easter Bunny was super practical...my favorite quality in that darling bunny! ;) The bunny brought each of the boys a DVD and a book, a pair of sunglasses and a squirty toy. The boys got to find their plastic eggs, which is always their favorite part. We read scriptures and tried to have a spiritual moment, but missing church and being in a hotel on Easter is just not the same. We will avoid that if possible next year. Anyway, it was a really fun Easter. After the kids opened their baskets and found their eggs, we had some breakfast, packed up and headed home. It was a short trip, but fun.

On the way home, we stopped to use the bathroom and get some lunch and hit the jackpot. There is a little petting zoo in Scipio that we discovered. At first we just walked around petting the animals because everything was locked up. But before you knew it, the owners came with bottles of milk for the baby goats and let us in to help feed the other animals. It was so much fun for all of us. Oh, and they feed chickens bananas. Who knew? We ended up spending over an hour there because everyone was having such a good time. It was worth getting home a little later to be able to see and hang out with all those animals.

St George: Day 2

Saturday we packed as much activity into one day as possible. After a surprisingly pleasant night in the hotel, we devoured a scrumptious breakfast. There was a lot to do so we sent the men with the kids to the pool while Marissa took a nap and the women showered, ironed and started getting ready. Not only did we get all the extended family together, but Angie and Justin blessed their baby, Bailey Michelle Johnson, while we were there. It was a lot to coordinate kids, clothes, transportation, food, etc. but it went really well. The worst part...my camera battery died. So I have pictures of the blessing and then nothing until the next day. My sisters took TONS of pictures, but getting them is a problem. They're not exactly technologically savvy. Oh well. I'll eventually get them, but they might not end up on the blog. We'll see.

Poor Preston got his finger slammed in the bathroom door at my grandma's before we left to get pictures taken so he wasn't in the best mood, but hopefully we get something resembling a decent picture out of the ordeal. I'm not sure of the total count, but it was A LOT of people. The food was really good and overall the kids were really well behaved. It was fun to hang out a bit with my cousins. Some of the younger girl cousins were amazing. They were chasing and playing with our kids. Gotta love that! I remember doing the same thing with them when they were little like that. Funny how old and grown up we've become.

After lunch, we headed back to the hotel for...yep, you guessed it, more swimming. ;) That's our favorite part of staying in a hotel. I had been swimming forever and was starting to get a little chilly and tired so I headed over to the hot tub to relax for a minute. Marcos had the baby and was watching the boys swim, plus all my sisters and their husbands were in the pool. One lady in the hot tub was talking to her daughter and said, "Maybe we should come back tomorrow when this family isn't here." She didn't connect that I was with "that family" since I was taking a much needed break. So funny! I don't blame her. If I saw 8 adults and 9 kids coming to a small hotel pool, I would run too. My mom and grandma came over and watched us swim and then we got showered and headed up to my grandma's house for some pizza, pie and ice cream. The kids played outside the entire time so it was a peaceful and quiet evening. It was definitely a rare treat! :) Marcos and I were even able to sneak out to pick up some treats for our Easter egg hunt the next morning. Somehow we had forgotten to pack the candy. What a great day!

My mom and step dad and the grandkids: Marissa, Tony, Connor, Dylan, Bailey, Kamyn, Kenya, Preston, Tanner

The outfits were darling! Bailey was still in her blessing dress, but later changed into a dress matching Marissa and Kenya. What a cute grandma!

St George: Swimming

My whole extended family went to St. George over Easter weekend. My grandpa turned 80 this year and my grandma and grandpa were celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary. All my mom's siblings, their kids and their grandkids got together for a huge chaotic family picture and a delicious catered dinner. It was fun to get to see everyone and to celebrate two amazing people. Because there were so many people going down, we needed to find a place to stay. My mom ended up paying for all of us to get hotel rooms so it wouldn't be a trip that would be difficult financially. She is amazing! I still can't believe she did that for us. We stayed at the Clarion Suites, which was perfect. Great room, awesome swimming pool and excellent breakfast food. Pretty much when we weren't eating, sleeping or hanging out with family, we were in the pool. It was all we could do to pull the kids away from the pool, especially Preston. If you haven't heard, we're raising fish around here. :)