family pics 2010

The day before Spiderman (I mean, "the boy with costume".......that is what Ty says when you call him spiderman) broke his arm we had family pictures taken. My mom FINALLY decided that it was time. It has been 10 years. I agree it was time :) So Kathrin (Kami's sister in law) was nice enough to brave us. She came up earlier so that we could get some family pictures of our family and some of Kace and Ty.



The first thing Nate saw when we got to the train station was this pumpkin man. Kathrin started to laugh because Erik had just had his picture taken with the pumpkin man. I had to laugh because the shirt (flannel plaid) the pumpkin man is wearing, I swear, was taken from Nate's closet. Before I met him he used to wear it to CHURCH. Are you KIDDING me :)



In most of the pictures you can definitely see Ty saying CHEEEEEEESE. They were not the best picture takers. Kathrin took about 500+ pictures that night and well over 300 were just of my family.

We just couldn't have pictures without a super hero pose. Anyone guess what Ty is doing with his hands?




Nate really does love his kids, even though he looks like he is in PAIN!


Kace 8 years old


Tydon 3 years old



Boys are weird. I have no idea where Erik was when they all started doing this, but I am certain that he would have hopped right on.


I swear we are the most closing eyes family EVER. In nearly EVERY PICTURE there is SOMEONE with their eyes closed.





Cute parents :)


I love my sisters :) Doesn't mom look like a sister too!


Dad and his soccer team :) love it!

Since we are a BYU family we had to have a BYU picture. Tydon made the same blasted face in every one of these. And naturally Cort has his eyes closed.

uh, oh. Spiderman is at it again!

Last Monday started out just like any other Monday, Ty was outside playing spiderman on the rope. He LOOOOVES spiderman.

Anyway, Ty was outside playing and I was in the house vacuuming when he came in screaming that he broke his arm. I, of course, said to myself, "Ya, right." I picked him up and carried him to his bed (when he gets hurt or gets in trouble he wants to go to bed) and got him his bear blanky and his sippy cup with milk (his comforts). The only problem was that he wouldn't move his left arm at all. If I bumped it he screamed. If I tried to move it he screamed. I knew something was probably wrong when I pulled his blankets up and laid them on his arm and the pressure of the blankets hurt. So I called Nate's mom (nurse Donene) and asked if there was any way to tell if his arm was broken without going in, she said no, that I had to go in and get x-rays. So we headed to Logan. We got there and got some x-rays but the doc couldn't see any fractures on them so we headed for home with the promise that he would call us later that afternoon after the radiologist had looked at them.

Poor Ty the guy.

When I got home I got a call from Nate (he had been hunting) and he asked if I specifically asked the doctor to check if it was dislocated. I had completely forgotten about that. Donene had mentioned this too and I was going to ask him about it, but just forgot. So I called him back and actually got to talk to the doctor (that never happens) and he said that he was so sorry, that he didn't check it, and that it was a real possibility. He said to bring him back in. So back to Logan we went.
Thinking about this part makes me want to cry. It was awful. We went into the exam room and he grabbed Ty's elbow with one hand and started twisting, pulling and pushing his arm trying to get it to pop. He tried it THREE TIMES. Ty was SCREAMING. It never popped. He then called the radiologist and came back in and said, "I'm so sorry. There was a fracture." He then wrapped it and gave us a sling and told us to put this on when he will let us bend his arm (after a few days) and then to wear it for 2 weeks. No need to make an appointment. I thought this was a little bit odd.

When we got home that night Kace was the only one that could get him to smile. He is such a great big brother. He was doing crazy tricks and trying to get Ty to laugh. It worked, thank goodness.

I had Kace swing on the rope to mimic what Ty was doing. They stand up by the tree and then swing down the hill. It was when he was swinging back up that he fell.

The next day his arm still really hurt and he didn't really want to do anything. I had talked to a couple of friends and Nate's mom and they all said it was really weird that he would do this and not cast it or anything. So I called Dr. Hicken, he got us in in 30 minutes, spotted the fracture right away and got a cast on (he picked black.........I was really worried he would pick pink, but black it is). And away we went.

As a side note. Ty told me that if he would have been wearing his spiderman costume then he would NOT have fallen off the rope (since he was swinging through the air like spiderman). We had to have the talk (again) that SPIDERMAN IS NOT REAL!

He is much happier now and his arm doesn't hurt. He hasn't complained at all about the cast like I thought he would. We have survived the first broken bone at our house. On the way home from the doctor Ty said that he would not drink so much juice and drink more milk so his bones wouldn't break :) I thought Grandpa would like that!

Our friend Krissy came over to see Ty after YW a couple of days after it happened. As you can see Ty loves Krissy!

I am old!

I knew this day was coming and I had tried preparing for it. We had dedicated at least 2 FHE's to baptism and discussing what was going to happen. I took Kace to his friend Christian's baptism the month before and couldn't think about anything else and couldn't stop crying. It really hit me then how important this step is for our eternal progression. However, when the morning of his baptism came I wasn't my best self (gasp). I started getting stressed out with thinking that I had sooooo much to do and not enough time to get it done. I got mad that they left their clothes on the floor after showering (at least they showered), got mad at Nate for disappearing into the shed to clean it (I thought the things I had to do were more important and he should be helping me.........selfish, I know), got mad that Kace didn't want to wear the new clothes I got him and chose to wear the too tight, floody pants. Mother of the year award I know. I am still feeling bad.

When we got to the baptism I started to simmer down and not freak out so much. Kace was so excited to be baptized and I just wanted to enjoy the spirit of that, but it is hard to feel the spirit when you have been like I was all morning. Not good. I want to cry just thinking about it. It wasn't until he came out of the water that the thought came to my mind "This is what is important......all that other stuff, doesn't matter." I know this is true. It really puts things into perspective.
Anyway, when he came out of the water he had a look about him that I don't ever want to forget, he had a look of pure joy. He was literally glowing. He looked up with a big grin first to his Grandpa Jones and then to his Grandpa Andrew. It was a great experience. I hope he remembers that and the way he felt rather then the mess of that morning.

Anyway, then we went to another room for the confirmation. (sorry if you read this part on Donene's blog, but I can't leave it out!) I was asked to bear my testimony and then he was confirmed and then anyone else who wanted to say something was invited to stand and bear their testimony or say whatever they wanted. So, my parents, Nate's parents and Nate all bore their testimonies. After the 3 person, Ty said that he wanted to go up and say thank you for his monster trucks (they had been playing monster trucks that morning) and I told him that he could say that in his prayer (he had been asked to say the closing prayer). But before I knew it Ty was walking to the front of the room, very slowly, deliberately and VERY sincerely. He turned around and said, "I just want to say, thank you for my monster trucks." Everyone started giggling and laughing and he was devastated. I didn't really want him to say that because I didn't want the spirit to be gone from the room with the laughing, but he was so sincere and innocent. He was just saying what he was thankful for. He then came back crying and hid under my chair until it was time for the prayer.
When it was time for the prayer I went up to give support (He could say the prayer all by himself, but he said he wanted me to come up with him) and knelt down by him so I could whisper in his ear if he needed help. He promptly knelt down next to me and said a very nice prayer (he didn't forget his monster trucks, don't worry).

We then came over to our house for some food..........it all turned out. I don't know what I was worrying about. This whole experience was a great learning experience for me. I will definitely try harder not to worry about things that aren't important and just enjoy the moment with my family. It turned out to be a great day with a lot of experiences that I don't want to ever forget :)
Sorry this is so long, but I didn't want to leave anything out of my 'journal'. Stay tuned for activities that happened a couple of days later :)