Everyday, Macey is able to communicate better. She is such a sweet girl, and I love seeing her personality coming out. Lately, she has had a few experiences that remind me what a sweet girl I have and how close she lives to the veil. I had to document them, just so I'll remember them.
We went to St. George this last weekend, because it was Scott's spring break. We know, from experience, how rough sleeping in one hotel room can be. Both of our kids are light sleepers, and they don't sleep well when they aren't in their own beds. We decided to put Macey in the pack-n-play at the hotel, and Cooper slept on the other bed.
One night Macey woke up screaming. (She has night terrors...every night. She wakes up at least twice a night screaming. Generally, she calms right down and falls back asleep. With her asthma, sometimes we go in, comfort her, and give her her inhaler.) When she didn't calm down right away, I went over to her pack-n-play, and I started to rub her face. She calmed down, and she started to fall asleep. I began singing primary songs. Suddenly, she sits up, turns to the opposite side of her bed and waves. She lays down and continues to look that direction. Suddenly, she turns to another side, sits up, waves, and then lays back down.
After a while, she calmed down, so I went and climbed back in bed. I was fighting back tears. I knew, from what I saw and felt, that I was not the only one comforting Macey. I told Scott what had happened, and then I fell asleep. Scott was awake longer thinking about what I said. He told me in the morning that he listened to Macey after that. She laid in her pack-n-play a little longer, sits up, waves at both sides and says, "night, night!"
Today at church we were wrestling Macey in our pew. Scott was telling Macey about Jesus right after the sacrament. He asked Macey if she could say Jesus. She stops, looks up, thinks about it, and then points to the front of the chapel and says, "there He is!"
Scott and I immediately tear up, and Scott replies, "He probably is. He probably is."
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Tingy
We noticed, when Macey was about 9 months old, that she was really attached to one kind of her blankies. These blankies have gone with her everywhere. She has slept with them every night since her attachment began!
Over the past couple of months, Macey's blankies have become thin. So thin, that they rip really easily. There is one certain blankie that Macey loves above the rest. It has received the most loving, and it definitely shows. After seeing "Diary of A Wimpy Kid 3", we lovingly names this blankie, "Tingy".
We have called her blankie Tingy so much lately, that today, she grabbed her blankie, held it up to her face, laughed and said, "Tingy!".
This blankie goes with her everywhere. One day, about a month ago, she woke up from her nap, and it had a giant rip down it. There was no way I could fix it, so the damage has progressed from there! If we laid her other blankies, that are the same material as this, out in front of her, she will pick always pick up Tingy!
Two days ago, I told Macey to grab her blankies, that it was time for a nap. I started walking toward her room, and I could hear her behind me. All the sudden she says, "Oops! Oops! Oops!", and she turned back around and walked toward the kitchen. I called to her from her bedroom. She came running toward me with Tingy, gut laughing. When she was standing right in front of me, she held up both blankie halves--Tingy had ripped in half. Now, he is double the fun!
Over the past couple of months, Macey's blankies have become thin. So thin, that they rip really easily. There is one certain blankie that Macey loves above the rest. It has received the most loving, and it definitely shows. After seeing "Diary of A Wimpy Kid 3", we lovingly names this blankie, "Tingy".
We have called her blankie Tingy so much lately, that today, she grabbed her blankie, held it up to her face, laughed and said, "Tingy!".
This blankie goes with her everywhere. One day, about a month ago, she woke up from her nap, and it had a giant rip down it. There was no way I could fix it, so the damage has progressed from there! If we laid her other blankies, that are the same material as this, out in front of her, she will pick always pick up Tingy!
Two days ago, I told Macey to grab her blankies, that it was time for a nap. I started walking toward her room, and I could hear her behind me. All the sudden she says, "Oops! Oops! Oops!", and she turned back around and walked toward the kitchen. I called to her from her bedroom. She came running toward me with Tingy, gut laughing. When she was standing right in front of me, she held up both blankie halves--Tingy had ripped in half. Now, he is double the fun!
St. Patrick's Day
St. Patrick's day is insanely close to Easter this year! I love holidays. It's a great excuse to do crafty projects with Macey and make all different kinds of sugar cookies/treats! We didn't really celebrate St. Patrick's day. In fact, I don't think most of us even wore green that day!
We did one thing to celebrate. Want to know how we celebrated? Macey made a shamrock crown and we both ate Lucky Charms (a treat in this house) while she colored it! (Macey-isms: She only ate the marshmallows--and all the marshmallows out of the cereal I gave her. She had to color every shamrock, just a little bit, with the color red.)
We did one thing to celebrate. Want to know how we celebrated? Macey made a shamrock crown and we both ate Lucky Charms (a treat in this house) while she colored it! (Macey-isms: She only ate the marshmallows--and all the marshmallows out of the cereal I gave her. She had to color every shamrock, just a little bit, with the color red.)
Friday, March 22, 2013
Scott and Cooper
I love watching my boys interact with one another. Some moments I think are so cute, that I run grab the camera, and take pictures. These pictures aren't significant, other than the fact that I love watching these two boys together! Therefore, they need to be documented!
The other night, before we went to sleep, I pulled Cooper out of bed to fed him. He woke right up, and he wouldn't go back to sleep for an hour and half. Scott tried everything to get him to sleep...including this:
The other night, before we went to sleep, I pulled Cooper out of bed to fed him. He woke right up, and he wouldn't go back to sleep for an hour and half. Scott tried everything to get him to sleep...including this:
Friday, March 15, 2013
Clever Macey
In between Macey's original sickness and the asthma attack day, she did really well! She had a steroid shot, and she was almost like normal. There was one day that I felt like she ran circles around the rest of us sickies. With Macey's energy level and personality, she was hard to keep up with!
Cooper started to fuss in his crib, so Scott went in to get him. Macey ran in after him, and she wanted to see Cooper in his crib. Scott picked her up, and before he knew it, she dove into his crib. She thought Cooper's bed was the greatest thing ever...she just didn't want to share it with Cooper. For his safety, we had to remove him from the situation. :)
My parents came by that same day, and they dropped by groceries and dinner for that night. It was absolutely perfect! We had beef stew, french bread, and oatmeal raisin cookies. After dinner was over, I went to go feed Cooper, and Scott went to get a bath ready for Macey. Before we knew it, we looked over to see that Macey had somehow grabbed the loaf of bread, stuck her hand in the bag, and ripped off a chunk of bread. She thought she was so clever! She was laughing the entire time!
Cooper started to fuss in his crib, so Scott went in to get him. Macey ran in after him, and she wanted to see Cooper in his crib. Scott picked her up, and before he knew it, she dove into his crib. She thought Cooper's bed was the greatest thing ever...she just didn't want to share it with Cooper. For his safety, we had to remove him from the situation. :)
My parents came by that same day, and they dropped by groceries and dinner for that night. It was absolutely perfect! We had beef stew, french bread, and oatmeal raisin cookies. After dinner was over, I went to go feed Cooper, and Scott went to get a bath ready for Macey. Before we knew it, we looked over to see that Macey had somehow grabbed the loaf of bread, stuck her hand in the bag, and ripped off a chunk of bread. She thought she was so clever! She was laughing the entire time!
Thursday, March 14, 2013
We have a Diagnosis!
The hardest part of being a mom is to watch your children in pain and not be able to do anything. We have been sick, and it has been so frustrating to watch them suffer, wait for doctors, and wait for pharmacists to help. As a parent, I just want to fix it. The most rewarding part of being a mother is being able to hold them when they don't feel well. I love being the one who they run to when they feel terrible.
On the way home from the doctor's office today, I told Scott that I felt a portion of what Job MUST have felt like. Seriously. The last few weeks have been SO incredibly hard.
I have learned so much about who I am, who Scott and I are as a couple, and my role/responsibility as a parent. On the way to the doctor's office today, Macey coughed so hard from her car seat that she couldn't breathe. She was holding both my hands from the front seat and there was nothing I could do. It was terrifying. It was so completely terrifying that I cried out to Heavenly Father for help. Help did come and she was able to breathe. I cried the rest of the way to Richfield.
A few weeks ago, we all started to get sick. We were sick within days of each other. It wasn't serious at first, it was just there.
(Again, I want to state the most frustrating part of a parent is having sick kids and relying on others to make them feel better. It is completely frustrating!)
The first big sickness came when Macey got croup. (I blogged about it a couple weeks ago.) Macey was coughing so hard, she would throw up, and you could tell she didn't feel well--at all. We got into the doctor the first day something happened, and the doctor diagnosed her with Croup and gave her a steroid shot. We were told, if she wasn't feeling better in four days, to call the doctor's office, and they would call in a prescription.
We called in four days, and we were told that they would call a prescription in. Because of communication problems, we had to wait a day and a half to get the prescription.
On Saturday, Cooper started to have a really bad cough. He was miserable by the end of the weekend. I didn't want to have to bring him into the ER, so I decided to wait until Monday morning to call the doctor.
At 9:00 AM, we called the doctor. By this point Scott and I have been sick for two weeks. I told the receptionist what was going on with all of us. I asked if we needed to come in or if the doctor could call us in a prescription. We were told the doctor would call us back.
I waited and called back at 12:00 PM and 4:55 PM, nothing. Both times, I was told the doctor wasn't done seeing patients, he would call that night. Nothing. I called at 9:00 AM the next morning. I was told that he would still call. He finally called at 3:00 PM on Tuesday. (So, this was a time span of Saturday to Tuesday afternoon that Cooper had a terrible cold.) He said he wanted us to come in Wednesday morning.
We went to the appointment. Scott and I both have sinus infections, Cooper has bronchitis and a double ear infection. We were all three prescribed antibiotics.
Today was especially hard, but in retrospect, everything happened like it should.
Today, Macey started to throw up at 8:00 AM. She threw up everything she ate, and she threw up constantly. She was extremely sluggish. I didn't realize until about 2:00 that her coughing/throwing up were linked. They had started to effect her breathing. She would cough, throw up, and then struggle to breathe. Her mucous seemed so thick, that she couldn't catch her breath. It was so scary!
I called the doctor's office. I scheduled an appointment to see another doctor in the practice. (My doctor was delivering a baby.)
30 minutes later Macey and I were there. (Scott and Cooper went to Scott's eye appointment.) As soon as I got to the front desk, Macey had a coughing attack. She started hacking and gasping for breath. I was so frightened. I laid Macey back on the floor, so she could breathe. It seemed like everyone else was oblivious. There were doctors and nurses standing around. No one helped me. I felt so helpless! I looked around dumbfounded. I finally said out loud..."Will someone help her?"
By then, I was a sobbing mess. The receptionists realized something was going on, and a nurse ran around the corner. She helped hold a trashcan and talk to Macey while Macey had another hacking/coughing/no breathing attack. Macey finally caught her breath, and we went back into a room to wait. I was still a sobbing mess. (I am currently living off a total of 9 hours of sleep from the past 3 days.)
Medically, she was perfect. The doctor listened to her chest, though, and he heard wheezing. He told me right then that he thought Macey had asthma, but he wanted a chest xray.
On the way to the hospital for the xray, we picked up Scott and Cooper. Scott has been so scared/nervous for Macey all day. He left work early to come home and hold her while I scrubbed throw up out of the carpet in every room in the house and did endless loads of laundry. He was a mess. I loved watching Scott with Macey. He was so overprotective of her. He was the one to take her out of the car seat hold her through the hospital, hold her hand as they walked into the xray room, and hold her hand as the x-rays were done. I sat at the doorway of the room and watched as Scott held Macey and quoted Tinker Bell to her so she would hold still. Scott is an amazing father, and he loves Macey so much.
We went to the hospital for a chest xray. They took the xray, and we went back to the clinic for results. The doctor told us that the xray and radiologist concluded what he did, Macey has asthma.
When this whole thing began, I never would have guessed that! I am so glad that we were able to get in, see another doctor, get a chest xray, and finally get answers.
At this point, I'm not sure Macey had croup. I think she had asthma problems cause by a cold. The doctor gave her a steroid shot, which I am sure helped with her asthma for a few days. As soon as that wore away, the problems came back.
Part way through the internship semester at Utah State, my internship fell through. The only replacement I could find was with The Utah Department of Health's Asthma Program. After today, I know that that happened for a reason. I knew exactly what the doctor was talking about, and I could understand. I needed my internship so I could help Macey.
We were told Macey could grow out of this, but as of right now, she will probably need inhaler help every time she gets sick. This could also last her entire life, but at least we know what it is.
We waited 1 hour in the prescription line at Wal-Mart. They gave Macey an inhaler, steroid, and a spacer (with a mask and cool bears on it) for the inhaler. They are used to ensure little kids breathe in the medication in inhalers. Spacers look like this:
We gave her the inhaler as soon as we left. You wouldn't believe the difference! She was Macey again. She was talking, laughing, running around, playing. It brought me to tears (for the 1,000th time today :) )! I am so glad we have answers, and I am so grateful my Macey is back!
On the way home from the doctor's office today, I told Scott that I felt a portion of what Job MUST have felt like. Seriously. The last few weeks have been SO incredibly hard.
I have learned so much about who I am, who Scott and I are as a couple, and my role/responsibility as a parent. On the way to the doctor's office today, Macey coughed so hard from her car seat that she couldn't breathe. She was holding both my hands from the front seat and there was nothing I could do. It was terrifying. It was so completely terrifying that I cried out to Heavenly Father for help. Help did come and she was able to breathe. I cried the rest of the way to Richfield.
A few weeks ago, we all started to get sick. We were sick within days of each other. It wasn't serious at first, it was just there.
(Again, I want to state the most frustrating part of a parent is having sick kids and relying on others to make them feel better. It is completely frustrating!)
The first big sickness came when Macey got croup. (I blogged about it a couple weeks ago.) Macey was coughing so hard, she would throw up, and you could tell she didn't feel well--at all. We got into the doctor the first day something happened, and the doctor diagnosed her with Croup and gave her a steroid shot. We were told, if she wasn't feeling better in four days, to call the doctor's office, and they would call in a prescription.
We called in four days, and we were told that they would call a prescription in. Because of communication problems, we had to wait a day and a half to get the prescription.
On Saturday, Cooper started to have a really bad cough. He was miserable by the end of the weekend. I didn't want to have to bring him into the ER, so I decided to wait until Monday morning to call the doctor.
At 9:00 AM, we called the doctor. By this point Scott and I have been sick for two weeks. I told the receptionist what was going on with all of us. I asked if we needed to come in or if the doctor could call us in a prescription. We were told the doctor would call us back.
I waited and called back at 12:00 PM and 4:55 PM, nothing. Both times, I was told the doctor wasn't done seeing patients, he would call that night. Nothing. I called at 9:00 AM the next morning. I was told that he would still call. He finally called at 3:00 PM on Tuesday. (So, this was a time span of Saturday to Tuesday afternoon that Cooper had a terrible cold.) He said he wanted us to come in Wednesday morning.
We went to the appointment. Scott and I both have sinus infections, Cooper has bronchitis and a double ear infection. We were all three prescribed antibiotics.
Today was especially hard, but in retrospect, everything happened like it should.
Today, Macey started to throw up at 8:00 AM. She threw up everything she ate, and she threw up constantly. She was extremely sluggish. I didn't realize until about 2:00 that her coughing/throwing up were linked. They had started to effect her breathing. She would cough, throw up, and then struggle to breathe. Her mucous seemed so thick, that she couldn't catch her breath. It was so scary!
I called the doctor's office. I scheduled an appointment to see another doctor in the practice. (My doctor was delivering a baby.)
30 minutes later Macey and I were there. (Scott and Cooper went to Scott's eye appointment.) As soon as I got to the front desk, Macey had a coughing attack. She started hacking and gasping for breath. I was so frightened. I laid Macey back on the floor, so she could breathe. It seemed like everyone else was oblivious. There were doctors and nurses standing around. No one helped me. I felt so helpless! I looked around dumbfounded. I finally said out loud..."Will someone help her?"
By then, I was a sobbing mess. The receptionists realized something was going on, and a nurse ran around the corner. She helped hold a trashcan and talk to Macey while Macey had another hacking/coughing/no breathing attack. Macey finally caught her breath, and we went back into a room to wait. I was still a sobbing mess. (I am currently living off a total of 9 hours of sleep from the past 3 days.)
Medically, she was perfect. The doctor listened to her chest, though, and he heard wheezing. He told me right then that he thought Macey had asthma, but he wanted a chest xray.
On the way to the hospital for the xray, we picked up Scott and Cooper. Scott has been so scared/nervous for Macey all day. He left work early to come home and hold her while I scrubbed throw up out of the carpet in every room in the house and did endless loads of laundry. He was a mess. I loved watching Scott with Macey. He was so overprotective of her. He was the one to take her out of the car seat hold her through the hospital, hold her hand as they walked into the xray room, and hold her hand as the x-rays were done. I sat at the doorway of the room and watched as Scott held Macey and quoted Tinker Bell to her so she would hold still. Scott is an amazing father, and he loves Macey so much.
We went to the hospital for a chest xray. They took the xray, and we went back to the clinic for results. The doctor told us that the xray and radiologist concluded what he did, Macey has asthma.
When this whole thing began, I never would have guessed that! I am so glad that we were able to get in, see another doctor, get a chest xray, and finally get answers.
At this point, I'm not sure Macey had croup. I think she had asthma problems cause by a cold. The doctor gave her a steroid shot, which I am sure helped with her asthma for a few days. As soon as that wore away, the problems came back.
Part way through the internship semester at Utah State, my internship fell through. The only replacement I could find was with The Utah Department of Health's Asthma Program. After today, I know that that happened for a reason. I knew exactly what the doctor was talking about, and I could understand. I needed my internship so I could help Macey.
We were told Macey could grow out of this, but as of right now, she will probably need inhaler help every time she gets sick. This could also last her entire life, but at least we know what it is.
We waited 1 hour in the prescription line at Wal-Mart. They gave Macey an inhaler, steroid, and a spacer (with a mask and cool bears on it) for the inhaler. They are used to ensure little kids breathe in the medication in inhalers. Spacers look like this:
We gave her the inhaler as soon as we left. You wouldn't believe the difference! She was Macey again. She was talking, laughing, running around, playing. It brought me to tears (for the 1,000th time today :) )! I am so glad we have answers, and I am so grateful my Macey is back!
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Kid's Bathroom Remodel
The people who owned our home before us remodeled everything half way. I'm serious. The outside of vanities were painted but not the inside, nothing was taken off the wall when they painted. That means that outlet covers, wall hangings, ceiling fixtures were painted. These things were not removed when caulk, putty, and texture were put on, so they were covered. They didn't tape when they painted either, so there is paint everywhere. For an OCD person, it drove me nuts that there were uneven lines everywhere!
Here are a few pictures of the bathroom before (Notice the white shelf that was hung by one screw and painted onto the wall, but they did not paint the top of it.) :
The remodel was my project, and I was SO excited. It only took a week of painting and touching up to realize how much I hate painting...and I have 2 rooms left to go! I scraped, sewed, scrubbed, taped, painted, screwed, painted the horrible vanity inside, helped my dad hang new shelves (courtesy of his tools, handiwork and Home Depot's $.50 lumber), puttied, caulked...and the list could go on. But...I love the remodel. I loved the color. I have a couple things left to hang on the walls, but they have yet to be made! Enjoy!
Here are a few pictures of the bathroom before (Notice the white shelf that was hung by one screw and painted onto the wall, but they did not paint the top of it.) :
The remodel was my project, and I was SO excited. It only took a week of painting and touching up to realize how much I hate painting...and I have 2 rooms left to go! I scraped, sewed, scrubbed, taped, painted, screwed, painted the horrible vanity inside, helped my dad hang new shelves (courtesy of his tools, handiwork and Home Depot's $.50 lumber), puttied, caulked...and the list could go on. But...I love the remodel. I loved the color. I have a couple things left to hang on the walls, but they have yet to be made! Enjoy!
Cooper's Closet Remodel
When we moved into our home, I was well into my pregnancy and exhausted constantly. By the time we found our house, I was just so grateful that we had a found a sound home, that I didn't look into remodeling anything!
About 6 weeks after Cooper was born, I started seeing all the imperfections in our home. Things started to really bug me, so I decided it was time to remodel. I have updated a few things, so stayed tuned for updates about the remodels!
The first thing to be completed was Cooper's closet door. Our home was built in 1971, and about 10 years ago, someone purchased it, updated it, and added on to the back of the house. Cooper's room was part of the 1971 home. Doors have shrunk in size, so instead of replacing the wide, 1971 closet door, they just put a coat of paint on the outside of the door. The inside of the door wasn't painted and neither were the interior moldings. The original hardware was really rough (dented, scratched, painted over, etc.) I painted and replaced all the hardware on the door.
About 6 weeks after Cooper was born, I started seeing all the imperfections in our home. Things started to really bug me, so I decided it was time to remodel. I have updated a few things, so stayed tuned for updates about the remodels!
The first thing to be completed was Cooper's closet door. Our home was built in 1971, and about 10 years ago, someone purchased it, updated it, and added on to the back of the house. Cooper's room was part of the 1971 home. Doors have shrunk in size, so instead of replacing the wide, 1971 closet door, they just put a coat of paint on the outside of the door. The inside of the door wasn't painted and neither were the interior moldings. The original hardware was really rough (dented, scratched, painted over, etc.) I painted and replaced all the hardware on the door.
Cooper's Baby Blessing
I love baby blessings. I was so excited for Cooper to be blessed. The night before his blessing, I was reflecting back on Macey's blessing day.
The first month of Macey's life was a GIANT adjustment! She was a very fussy baby, and I was beside myself most days. Honestly, I was so distracted by the fussiness, that I don't think I took a moment to reflect on who Macey was--her divine nature. As time has passed, I have slowly picked up on her sweet personality and spirit. I love going back and reading her baby blessing because it is an embodiment of who Macey really is.
When Macey got her baby blessing, she was only 3 weeks old. I was so consumed with survival, that I hadn't reflected on her spirit--her divine nature. There was no way that I could have blessed her (and Scott too) on our own. The blessing really did come from her Heavenly Father. He had known her spirit for a long time. He blessed her with all the things she is and would become, when we didn't have the capacity to do that as her earthly parents. We had no idea who she really was at 3 weeks old.
Does that make sense?
Because I knew assuredly that this blessing came from Heavenly Father, I was so anxious for Cooper to receive his blessing! Cooper's blessing was further testimony that Heavenly Father knows who Cooper is as well, and I feel so blessed to raise such a sweet and noble spirit!
(Also, big thanks to my mom, Amy and Holly for writing down the blessing for me!)
After the blessing and sacrament meeting, we headed back to our house for Carolina BBQ. It was such a great day! We were exhausted by the time the day ended.
Cooper in his carseat after the blessing:
Cooper and Aunt Amy! We have a picture of Amy holding Macey at her baby blessing, so we had to keep up the tradition.
The kids table! Macey and her cousins Abby and Ben.
Aunt Emily holding Cooper.
Family picture. This picture makes me laugh! The more kids we add, the harder these pictures are going to be to get. At least we are all in the picture, right? :)
Grandpa Bagley and Cooper:
After everyone left, we just sat back and relaxed! This was the beginning of Macey's croup, and she just laid on me for the next hour. You could tell the poor girl didn't feel well!
Cooper passed out later that night! (I still can't get over those eye lashes! Sorry I post so many pictures of them. :) )
The first month of Macey's life was a GIANT adjustment! She was a very fussy baby, and I was beside myself most days. Honestly, I was so distracted by the fussiness, that I don't think I took a moment to reflect on who Macey was--her divine nature. As time has passed, I have slowly picked up on her sweet personality and spirit. I love going back and reading her baby blessing because it is an embodiment of who Macey really is.
When Macey got her baby blessing, she was only 3 weeks old. I was so consumed with survival, that I hadn't reflected on her spirit--her divine nature. There was no way that I could have blessed her (and Scott too) on our own. The blessing really did come from her Heavenly Father. He had known her spirit for a long time. He blessed her with all the things she is and would become, when we didn't have the capacity to do that as her earthly parents. We had no idea who she really was at 3 weeks old.
Does that make sense?
Because I knew assuredly that this blessing came from Heavenly Father, I was so anxious for Cooper to receive his blessing! Cooper's blessing was further testimony that Heavenly Father knows who Cooper is as well, and I feel so blessed to raise such a sweet and noble spirit!
(Also, big thanks to my mom, Amy and Holly for writing down the blessing for me!)
After the blessing and sacrament meeting, we headed back to our house for Carolina BBQ. It was such a great day! We were exhausted by the time the day ended.
Cooper in his carseat after the blessing:
Cooper and Aunt Amy! We have a picture of Amy holding Macey at her baby blessing, so we had to keep up the tradition.
The kids table! Macey and her cousins Abby and Ben.
Aunt Emily holding Cooper.
Family picture. This picture makes me laugh! The more kids we add, the harder these pictures are going to be to get. At least we are all in the picture, right? :)
Grandpa Bagley and Cooper:
After everyone left, we just sat back and relaxed! This was the beginning of Macey's croup, and she just laid on me for the next hour. You could tell the poor girl didn't feel well!
Dad holding Cooper after things settled down!
Cooper passed out later that night! (I still can't get over those eye lashes! Sorry I post so many pictures of them. :) )
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Booster Seat
Macey is growing up too quickly! She is big for her age, and strangers ALWAYS mistake Macey for an older girl. (This last week she was 33 pounds and 36 inches tall at the doctors office...and this was after she hadn't eaten well for a couple of days!) I was Macey's size growing up. I was always bigger than the kids my age, and it wasn't always fun (especially because I was a girl). The one thing my mom told me (which our 6 foot tall pediatrician told her about me) is to not let people expect Macey to be older. Be assertive. Let Macey live her life at the age she is.
That's kind of a strange request, right? But, as a mother, I think it's a rightful request, as well! People often think Macey is two, if not three. In stores people always ask her questions and sit there to wait for a response. They always think she is shy, but she has no idea how to answer them back!
I'm not a very assertive person, but I try to be assertive for Macey. People always give me strange looks when I explain that Macey is 20 months old. She is still 1.
One of the biggest problems we have is when we go to restaurants We went from getting a high chair without asking, to asking for a high chair when they offered a booster seat, getting a booster seat without asking, to asking for a booster seat. When we go into restaurants now, they never offer Macey a booster seat. When, if we had our choice, we would still put her in high chair! (Girlfriend is super active and curious!)
We decided that maybe it was time to progress to the next step. Move her from her high chair to her booster seat. (Perhaps, sooner than we would have anticipated). While I don't want to force Macey to grow up too quickly, sometimes, I feel Macey craves that grown up transition (probably because she is the oldest child). Macey works through transitions really well. When we transition, it's almost as if she had been waiting for me to move her up to the next step for a while!
We bought her a booster seat in St. George, and she loves it! The first time I put her in her chair, I asked if she wanted to eat lunch in her big girl chair. She ran to the chair and danced next to it until I put her in it! She loves her new chair!
That's kind of a strange request, right? But, as a mother, I think it's a rightful request, as well! People often think Macey is two, if not three. In stores people always ask her questions and sit there to wait for a response. They always think she is shy, but she has no idea how to answer them back!
I'm not a very assertive person, but I try to be assertive for Macey. People always give me strange looks when I explain that Macey is 20 months old. She is still 1.
One of the biggest problems we have is when we go to restaurants We went from getting a high chair without asking, to asking for a high chair when they offered a booster seat, getting a booster seat without asking, to asking for a booster seat. When we go into restaurants now, they never offer Macey a booster seat. When, if we had our choice, we would still put her in high chair! (Girlfriend is super active and curious!)
We decided that maybe it was time to progress to the next step. Move her from her high chair to her booster seat. (Perhaps, sooner than we would have anticipated). While I don't want to force Macey to grow up too quickly, sometimes, I feel Macey craves that grown up transition (probably because she is the oldest child). Macey works through transitions really well. When we transition, it's almost as if she had been waiting for me to move her up to the next step for a while!
We bought her a booster seat in St. George, and she loves it! The first time I put her in her chair, I asked if she wanted to eat lunch in her big girl chair. She ran to the chair and danced next to it until I put her in it! She loves her new chair!
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Croup
Dear Macey Claire,
I sure love you. I have about 15 other posts I should be writing before this one, but I can't get today out of my head. It's 12:00 in the morning, and you still linger in my thoughts.
You have been sick for the past week. (I guess I should say "we" have been...me, you and Cooper.) Being sick is no fun. None. I wish I could protect you from it. The last few days your cold has gotten worse. While my cold hasn't gotten better, you have gotten worse and mine has stayed the same.
A couple nights ago, you got coughing so hard, you threw up. I thought it was a fluke thing, so I didn't worry too much about it. Well, it happened again. We planned Cooper's baby blessing this weekend, and you were so sick through the whole thing. You were sure a good sport, though.
You have been so cuddly, and you have endeared me to you even more (if that were even possible!). On Sunday, in the middle of your nap, I could hear you start to cry. I went into your room, and you were sitting on your floor in tears. I scooped you up and just held you while you cried. You fell asleep in my arms. Tears slid down my newly make-up-ed face, but I didn't care. (When did my baby get so big?!)
I had to do my hair for church (it was still wet and expanding by the minute--in a frizzy-triangle-head kind of way). After 30 minutes of holding you, I slid you onto a pillow with your blankie. You looked so beautiful and peaceful. In that moment, it was hard to remember that you were really sick.
You made it through baby blessing day. You played with cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles--everyone. You could tell you didn't feel well, but you just chugged along.
That night, before I put you to sleep, I could tell your cold had taken a turn for the worse. I sat in the family room, by your bedroom door, for the next few hours, so I could hear every cough, every breath you made.
Last night was rough. I envy your dad's ability to sleep, sometimes! I slept about 3 hours. (One day, when you are a mom, you will understand how hard it is to run on that little of sleep!) In between feeding Cooper and listening to you breathe, I was able to rest my eyes.
By this morning, I was exhausted! I didn't even hear your dad get out of bed. I shot awake to him gently shaking me. It was 7:45. He had to go to work, and I needed to wake up and be a mom. There was no time to shower, put on make-up, or change out of pajamas.
When I came out into the front room, I could tell things had gotten worse. You fell into my arms. Dad left us for work, and thankfully, Cooper was still asleep. I was able to have some Macey time. I put you in a long, warm bath. We put on warm clothes and watched Tangled.
You didn't want to eat breakfast, but you don't always want to. I didn't take it seriously. You just wanted to drink your milk.
Cooper started to fuss as soon as you melted into my arms. I was so sad that I had to put you down. Today, I wished that I could have held you all day.
I got Cooper a bottle, and I fed him. You held my legs and your blankie and waited patiently for your turn to be held again. I spent the day switching off between my babies. One would fuss, I would lovingly hold them in my arms. I shed a lot of tears today. I have never felt a love so intense.
From about 8-9 this morning, you just kept getting worse, and I was scared. What could I do to help you? I resigned myself to calling the doctor's office when they opened. We were getting an appointment, whether or not they thought you needed it! The doctor's office didn't open until 9:00. (The bad part about living in a small town? No on-call doctors, no answering machines at the doctor's office, no urgent cares. If you have a problem when it isn't office hours, off to the emergency room you go!)
I was so scared, so we prayed. I broke down crying with tender feelings. Becoming a wife/mother has taught me more about loving and my divine nature than any other experience has. I was overwhelmed with love for my you. I wished, much like the Savior, that I would be able to be sick--that we could spare you. I quickly realized this wasn't possible, so instead, we prayed that the Savior would stay by your side today. I can testify to you that he did.
I called the doctor's office at 9:00, and we got an appointment for 9:45. I was so scared to take both you and Cooper to the doctor's office. You like to wander, so I always try to keep you constrained in my arms. I had 33 pound Macey in one arm, and a 30 pound Cooper + Car seat in the other arm. I prayed that I would be able to juggle everything, and it worked.
Dr. Spencer checked you out. After listening to your chest and asking me a series of questions, he determined that you have croup. Isn't that a terrible name for a malady? Croup. The word makes me recoil! And my sweet, 21 month old Macey Claire has it.
They gave you a steroid shot to help with Croup, and you didn't even cry! I put you down, so we could leave. You had a coughing fit that led to you throwing up in the trashcan. I think you scared the nurse! She helped me take you and Cooper back out to the car, and we headed home.
You have been sick all day. Every time you tried to eat, the food would get stuck in your throat, and you would cough/throw it back up. We stuck with smoothies (so I could pump some OJ into you!). When your dad got home, we got some chocolate ensure drinks--you drank those up! It felt good to know that you went to sleep tonight with a full tummy.
I kept you on a steady dose of tylenol. I pulled your mattress off your bed, and we made a huge nest in the family room. We watched movies all day. You finally fell asleep around 2:30. (And so did Cooper!)
You coughed yourself awake at 3:00. You started to sob. I picked you up and just held you. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and my heart ached for your aching body. I laid you down, and I promised to lie next to you. You snuggled into me, and you fell asleep as I rubbed your face and back. It was the perfect moment--a moment that I hope I never forget!
By 2:00 PM, I was still in my pajamas (don't worry, I put on real people clothes to go to the doctor), I hadn't had a shower yet, all I had had to eat was a banana and a Coke Zero, the house was a complete disaster, I was working on eight loads of laundry (of course we run out of towels, underwear, pajamas, and matching clothes on this day), and it was okay. I realized in that moment that this was what I was meant to do. When I first had you, I thought I would miss working a real job--helping to bring in money. Almost two years later, I realized that I was made for days like today--and all the days in between.
I was made to give up everything to take care of you, wipe away all your tears, to let you know that everything was going to be okay--even though I have been scared every step of the way!
Your dad got home at 3:00 (he rushed home to you), and we switched spots. I took my shower, ate a quick bowl of soup (why is it whenever you are sick, I am sick? It would be SO much easier to take care of you if I were well!), and ran to Wal-Mart. I picked up your Ensure, tissues, clorox wipes, disinfecting spray, and a 12 pack of caffeine. (Boy, did I need it after today!) Look at what I came home to find? You were so content with dad...even when he fell asleep on you!
I didn't think about myself until 3:00 today. I spent the day either holding you or holding Cooper. I made sure your noses were wiped, diapers changed, tummies full, bodies hydrated, you were bathed, warm, and you were both as happy as you could be today.
Today was SO draining, but I loved being your mom through it. We are tackling the big, bad "C" malady together. Thank you for letting me hold you and for putting your faith in me.
Love,
Your Mom
I sure love you. I have about 15 other posts I should be writing before this one, but I can't get today out of my head. It's 12:00 in the morning, and you still linger in my thoughts.
You have been sick for the past week. (I guess I should say "we" have been...me, you and Cooper.) Being sick is no fun. None. I wish I could protect you from it. The last few days your cold has gotten worse. While my cold hasn't gotten better, you have gotten worse and mine has stayed the same.
A couple nights ago, you got coughing so hard, you threw up. I thought it was a fluke thing, so I didn't worry too much about it. Well, it happened again. We planned Cooper's baby blessing this weekend, and you were so sick through the whole thing. You were sure a good sport, though.
You have been so cuddly, and you have endeared me to you even more (if that were even possible!). On Sunday, in the middle of your nap, I could hear you start to cry. I went into your room, and you were sitting on your floor in tears. I scooped you up and just held you while you cried. You fell asleep in my arms. Tears slid down my newly make-up-ed face, but I didn't care. (When did my baby get so big?!)
I had to do my hair for church (it was still wet and expanding by the minute--in a frizzy-triangle-head kind of way). After 30 minutes of holding you, I slid you onto a pillow with your blankie. You looked so beautiful and peaceful. In that moment, it was hard to remember that you were really sick.
You made it through baby blessing day. You played with cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles--everyone. You could tell you didn't feel well, but you just chugged along.
That night, before I put you to sleep, I could tell your cold had taken a turn for the worse. I sat in the family room, by your bedroom door, for the next few hours, so I could hear every cough, every breath you made.
Last night was rough. I envy your dad's ability to sleep, sometimes! I slept about 3 hours. (One day, when you are a mom, you will understand how hard it is to run on that little of sleep!) In between feeding Cooper and listening to you breathe, I was able to rest my eyes.
By this morning, I was exhausted! I didn't even hear your dad get out of bed. I shot awake to him gently shaking me. It was 7:45. He had to go to work, and I needed to wake up and be a mom. There was no time to shower, put on make-up, or change out of pajamas.
When I came out into the front room, I could tell things had gotten worse. You fell into my arms. Dad left us for work, and thankfully, Cooper was still asleep. I was able to have some Macey time. I put you in a long, warm bath. We put on warm clothes and watched Tangled.
You didn't want to eat breakfast, but you don't always want to. I didn't take it seriously. You just wanted to drink your milk.
Cooper started to fuss as soon as you melted into my arms. I was so sad that I had to put you down. Today, I wished that I could have held you all day.
I got Cooper a bottle, and I fed him. You held my legs and your blankie and waited patiently for your turn to be held again. I spent the day switching off between my babies. One would fuss, I would lovingly hold them in my arms. I shed a lot of tears today. I have never felt a love so intense.
From about 8-9 this morning, you just kept getting worse, and I was scared. What could I do to help you? I resigned myself to calling the doctor's office when they opened. We were getting an appointment, whether or not they thought you needed it! The doctor's office didn't open until 9:00. (The bad part about living in a small town? No on-call doctors, no answering machines at the doctor's office, no urgent cares. If you have a problem when it isn't office hours, off to the emergency room you go!)
I was so scared, so we prayed. I broke down crying with tender feelings. Becoming a wife/mother has taught me more about loving and my divine nature than any other experience has. I was overwhelmed with love for my you. I wished, much like the Savior, that I would be able to be sick--that we could spare you. I quickly realized this wasn't possible, so instead, we prayed that the Savior would stay by your side today. I can testify to you that he did.
I called the doctor's office at 9:00, and we got an appointment for 9:45. I was so scared to take both you and Cooper to the doctor's office. You like to wander, so I always try to keep you constrained in my arms. I had 33 pound Macey in one arm, and a 30 pound Cooper + Car seat in the other arm. I prayed that I would be able to juggle everything, and it worked.
Dr. Spencer checked you out. After listening to your chest and asking me a series of questions, he determined that you have croup. Isn't that a terrible name for a malady? Croup. The word makes me recoil! And my sweet, 21 month old Macey Claire has it.
They gave you a steroid shot to help with Croup, and you didn't even cry! I put you down, so we could leave. You had a coughing fit that led to you throwing up in the trashcan. I think you scared the nurse! She helped me take you and Cooper back out to the car, and we headed home.
You have been sick all day. Every time you tried to eat, the food would get stuck in your throat, and you would cough/throw it back up. We stuck with smoothies (so I could pump some OJ into you!). When your dad got home, we got some chocolate ensure drinks--you drank those up! It felt good to know that you went to sleep tonight with a full tummy.
I kept you on a steady dose of tylenol. I pulled your mattress off your bed, and we made a huge nest in the family room. We watched movies all day. You finally fell asleep around 2:30. (And so did Cooper!)
You coughed yourself awake at 3:00. You started to sob. I picked you up and just held you. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and my heart ached for your aching body. I laid you down, and I promised to lie next to you. You snuggled into me, and you fell asleep as I rubbed your face and back. It was the perfect moment--a moment that I hope I never forget!
By 2:00 PM, I was still in my pajamas (don't worry, I put on real people clothes to go to the doctor), I hadn't had a shower yet, all I had had to eat was a banana and a Coke Zero, the house was a complete disaster, I was working on eight loads of laundry (of course we run out of towels, underwear, pajamas, and matching clothes on this day), and it was okay. I realized in that moment that this was what I was meant to do. When I first had you, I thought I would miss working a real job--helping to bring in money. Almost two years later, I realized that I was made for days like today--and all the days in between.
I was made to give up everything to take care of you, wipe away all your tears, to let you know that everything was going to be okay--even though I have been scared every step of the way!
Your dad got home at 3:00 (he rushed home to you), and we switched spots. I took my shower, ate a quick bowl of soup (why is it whenever you are sick, I am sick? It would be SO much easier to take care of you if I were well!), and ran to Wal-Mart. I picked up your Ensure, tissues, clorox wipes, disinfecting spray, and a 12 pack of caffeine. (Boy, did I need it after today!) Look at what I came home to find? You were so content with dad...even when he fell asleep on you!
I didn't think about myself until 3:00 today. I spent the day either holding you or holding Cooper. I made sure your noses were wiped, diapers changed, tummies full, bodies hydrated, you were bathed, warm, and you were both as happy as you could be today.
Today was SO draining, but I loved being your mom through it. We are tackling the big, bad "C" malady together. Thank you for letting me hold you and for putting your faith in me.
Love,
Your Mom
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Cedar City and St. George
Last weekend, we were able to escape our everyday lives and go on a trip! It was wonderful. The South Sevier Rams made it into the 2A State Basketball Tournament. They were playing in Cedar City last Friday and Saturday. We decided we needed to go down. We got a cheap hotel room, and off we went!
I should also preface this post by saying that we learned two things on this trip. First, we need a van. Well, we want a van, and we are on the verge of needing a van. Our Toyota Camry holds two kids, but an adult is hard to fit in between them. You can't get to the middle by the backseat doors. The only way to sit in between the kids is to climb onto the middle console and fall backwards--hoping you don't hit a kid on the way back! Second, we were reminded that we should go to St. George more often--our family and sanity need it!
We drove down as soon as Scott got off of work on Friday. We went straight to St. George (even though our hotel and the boys' games were in Cedar City). My main goal in St. George was to shop.
Money has been tight (when is it ever not?), so I have been extremely good about not online shopping...and shopping in general. It's easy not to spend money around town because all we have is a Wal-Mart. :) I had been saving up and couponing for Kohls and Target. They did not disappoint! (I also love the Old Navy outlet down there!)
Scott was so good to me. He knew how stressed I have been with the kids, so he offered to watch the kids in the car so I could shop alone. Do you know how long it's been since I have shopped alone? Without one or two screaming children? It was the best gift he could have given me!
Before I left to go shopping, I had to snap a shot of the snug backseat :)
When I got out of Old Navy, we had one VERY tired girl who doesn't sleep in the car. She was so sad and tired, but with her blankie and the Primary Children Songbook Soundtrack, she was out!
We love food. A lot. We love good food...not always diet friendly food :) One of our favorite St. George food spots is Cold Stone. Macey loves ice cream just as much as the rest of us...Cold Stone didn't disappoint!
We headed back to Cedar City after our ice cream. (It's about forty minutes north of St. George.) We checked into our hotel. Scott and I both agreed if we were going to do this weeekend, we had to stay in a cheap hotel. I went on Priceline and found a $40 Super 8--sold. I told Scott that I had made a reservation, but he might not like it. He jokingly said, "What? Is it a Super 8?" Poor guy.
It really wasn't that bad. They had a continental breakfast, and the room was clean. I never want to forget Scott's face as he walked out of the motel after he checked in. He still wasn't too sure about it. It was a good experience, though!
Scott's younger sister lives with her husband in Cedar City. We went down on the same weekend that Scott's older sister and younger brother were going to visit them too. We had a big sibling dinner at Costa Vida that night! Sadly, the only picture I got of the dinner was Macey playing with Aunt Holly's iPhone, but we had a lot of fun!
After dinner, we headed back to the room. The first boys' game was at 9:00 that night. Scott was going to be busy taking pictures, and there was no way that I was going to tackle two kids, by myself, at 9:00 at night!
Scott left, and I got both kids ready for bed. Macey watched some Tinker Bell on Netflix, Cooper drank a bottle, and after sitting in the pitch black, singing Primary Songs for 15 minutes, they were out. I got to read a magazine, and it was awesome! (Oh, and I think Macey is getting a little too big for the pack-n-play!)
I wish I could tell you we had a wonderful night sleep, but with two kids, when does that ever happen? Macey was awake for the day at 6:00....that means we all were too! Thankfully, Super 8 has Disney. We took baths, ate breakfast, and all got ready.
(See? The rooms didn't look too bad! Well...besides the mess we made :) )
After packing up the room, we headed to Uncle Dave and Aunt Emily's place! Aunt Emily was so nice and let Macey color all over their fridge, and on paper with crayons and giant pen. Macey loved every minute...until it became nap time. Macey threw herself on the ground, and we knew it was time to go!
Right after we left, I had to drop Scott off at the second state championship game. The kids and I went and filled the car up with gas, Macey fell asleep, I fed Cooper, we got McDonalds, and we headed back to pick Scott up. We pulled up as he was walking out--perfect timing! Our boys won 3rd in state!
Macey was an expert car seat lounger by the end of this trip. She watched Enchanted while she ate her happy meal!
We headed back to St. George for the rest of the day! We made our regular trip to The Sweet Tooth Fairy--our favorite cupcake shop (and winner of The Food Network's Cupcake Wars). Scott got a peanut butter chocolate cupcake, I got german chocolate cake, and Macey got pink frosting with sprinkles. We all love cupcakes too!
After Cupcakes, we decided to go walk it off at the Mall. Scott let me spend a giftcard I had to Maurices while he tackled Macey (thank you, again!). Macey played with toys and read books at Barnes and Noble, and then when she started to fall apart, we tried to distract her with a ride in a firetruck!
We decided to get Red Robin before leaving town! It was a bit of a disaster...one more reason why naps are so important! Macey sure is cute, though.
St. George, let's meet again soon, okay?
I should also preface this post by saying that we learned two things on this trip. First, we need a van. Well, we want a van, and we are on the verge of needing a van. Our Toyota Camry holds two kids, but an adult is hard to fit in between them. You can't get to the middle by the backseat doors. The only way to sit in between the kids is to climb onto the middle console and fall backwards--hoping you don't hit a kid on the way back! Second, we were reminded that we should go to St. George more often--our family and sanity need it!
We drove down as soon as Scott got off of work on Friday. We went straight to St. George (even though our hotel and the boys' games were in Cedar City). My main goal in St. George was to shop.
Money has been tight (when is it ever not?), so I have been extremely good about not online shopping...and shopping in general. It's easy not to spend money around town because all we have is a Wal-Mart. :) I had been saving up and couponing for Kohls and Target. They did not disappoint! (I also love the Old Navy outlet down there!)
Scott was so good to me. He knew how stressed I have been with the kids, so he offered to watch the kids in the car so I could shop alone. Do you know how long it's been since I have shopped alone? Without one or two screaming children? It was the best gift he could have given me!
Before I left to go shopping, I had to snap a shot of the snug backseat :)
When I got out of Old Navy, we had one VERY tired girl who doesn't sleep in the car. She was so sad and tired, but with her blankie and the Primary Children Songbook Soundtrack, she was out!
We love food. A lot. We love good food...not always diet friendly food :) One of our favorite St. George food spots is Cold Stone. Macey loves ice cream just as much as the rest of us...Cold Stone didn't disappoint!
We headed back to Cedar City after our ice cream. (It's about forty minutes north of St. George.) We checked into our hotel. Scott and I both agreed if we were going to do this weeekend, we had to stay in a cheap hotel. I went on Priceline and found a $40 Super 8--sold. I told Scott that I had made a reservation, but he might not like it. He jokingly said, "What? Is it a Super 8?" Poor guy.
It really wasn't that bad. They had a continental breakfast, and the room was clean. I never want to forget Scott's face as he walked out of the motel after he checked in. He still wasn't too sure about it. It was a good experience, though!
Scott's younger sister lives with her husband in Cedar City. We went down on the same weekend that Scott's older sister and younger brother were going to visit them too. We had a big sibling dinner at Costa Vida that night! Sadly, the only picture I got of the dinner was Macey playing with Aunt Holly's iPhone, but we had a lot of fun!
After dinner, we headed back to the room. The first boys' game was at 9:00 that night. Scott was going to be busy taking pictures, and there was no way that I was going to tackle two kids, by myself, at 9:00 at night!
Scott left, and I got both kids ready for bed. Macey watched some Tinker Bell on Netflix, Cooper drank a bottle, and after sitting in the pitch black, singing Primary Songs for 15 minutes, they were out. I got to read a magazine, and it was awesome! (Oh, and I think Macey is getting a little too big for the pack-n-play!)
I wish I could tell you we had a wonderful night sleep, but with two kids, when does that ever happen? Macey was awake for the day at 6:00....that means we all were too! Thankfully, Super 8 has Disney. We took baths, ate breakfast, and all got ready.
(See? The rooms didn't look too bad! Well...besides the mess we made :) )
After packing up the room, we headed to Uncle Dave and Aunt Emily's place! Aunt Emily was so nice and let Macey color all over their fridge, and on paper with crayons and giant pen. Macey loved every minute...until it became nap time. Macey threw herself on the ground, and we knew it was time to go!
Right after we left, I had to drop Scott off at the second state championship game. The kids and I went and filled the car up with gas, Macey fell asleep, I fed Cooper, we got McDonalds, and we headed back to pick Scott up. We pulled up as he was walking out--perfect timing! Our boys won 3rd in state!
Macey was an expert car seat lounger by the end of this trip. She watched Enchanted while she ate her happy meal!
We headed back to St. George for the rest of the day! We made our regular trip to The Sweet Tooth Fairy--our favorite cupcake shop (and winner of The Food Network's Cupcake Wars). Scott got a peanut butter chocolate cupcake, I got german chocolate cake, and Macey got pink frosting with sprinkles. We all love cupcakes too!
After Cupcakes, we decided to go walk it off at the Mall. Scott let me spend a giftcard I had to Maurices while he tackled Macey (thank you, again!). Macey played with toys and read books at Barnes and Noble, and then when she started to fall apart, we tried to distract her with a ride in a firetruck!
We decided to get Red Robin before leaving town! It was a bit of a disaster...one more reason why naps are so important! Macey sure is cute, though.
St. George, let's meet again soon, okay?
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