Remembering "The Bigg" Connor

Connor with his Great Grandma Heelis

I was not awake when Connor was born.  The anesthesiologist used something to put me to sleep just like she had when Trisa was born.  This time the epidural had gone into my blood stream and we came close to losing our little Connor.  Thankfully, I missed that part.  The first time I saw him he was screaming up a storm on his way to the ICU for his lungs.  His screaming reassured me that he would be fine, and he was.  That first night my nurse wheeled me to the ICU so that I could hold him.  I held him for about an hour.  I remember that, as I admired him, he looked into my eyes for a really long time.  The look he gave me was so trusting that it was a bit disconcerting! 

Connor was (is) much loved by his family.  I remember that when he cried his sisters would come and say, "Mom!  Connor is crying!"  I would explain that I knew that and would get him in a minute.  This was very distressing to them.  He was crying and I should get him right NOW!

Trisa and Connor



Connor was a big boy and so his Dad nick named him "The Bigg".  He is not called that anymore and, at 14 he just wishes he were big.   People who knew him as a baby, and don't see us often, will see him and say, "Oh my goodness, it's The Bigg!"  Connor always looks a little confused, but it makes us smile.

On Feb. 20, 2000 I wrote "Connor is funny during prayers sometimes.  For a while we all had troubles keeping our eyes closed during prayer because he was so fun to watch.  Once he had a book... and he was kneeling with it in front of him.  He'd close his eyes and fold his arms and then open them a little and quickly turn the page and then close them really tight and then squint at the book again.  He was trying to be reverent and read a book too.  It is always fun to see such a little boy kneeling down and folding his short little arms across his round belly."

I love the complements that Connor used to give me.  I wrote down the ones he gave me when he was three and I was eight months pregnant with Jake.  Once he said "Nice dress Mom! (pause) You look funny!"  Another time I was putting on eye liner and he asked what I was doing.  I tried to explain that it was supposed to make my eyes look better.  "Oh" he said, "Mom, you look pretty in that dress with those eyes!(pause) And you brush your teeth good too. (another pause) I brush my teeth good too!  My personal favorite though was another day when he said "Mom you look nice!  How did you get that dress on?"  Those complements made up for the time I came out of my room and he fell down on the floor laughing because he thought I looked funny.  If he did that now he'd be in big trouble! 

 Connor sang too and I loved what he thought songs said. When he'd sing We Wish You a Merry Christmas he'd say "tidings we bring and you and my skin".  I didn't correct him.  It was too funny.  But Kayli taught him the right words.  Sigh.  I guess he had to learn sometime.  I do miss "The Bigg" but the older Connor is really great too.  He's still sweet, and funny, and smart -- but he doesn't spend as much time making car noises -- he just drools on cars because he likes them.

The Bigg

Remembering Little Kayli

Kayli has had a few nicknames in her lifetime.  She was "Kicky Kayli" for a while.  She was really funny when she was a baby and would not put weight on her legs.  If you picked her up she would hold her legs up and refuse to put her feet down.  She loved to kick her legs though.  We had a wood floor, and she would use her legs to turn herself in circles.  It was very cute, and she did eventually decide she should learn how to stand, and walk.

Kayli was also "Clicky Kayli" because she loved to play on the computer and was constantly clicking things with the mouse.  She was not so into computers that she was anti-social.  When she was almost two I wrote "Kayli is very good at talking and has the best manners of any one year old I've met."  She did confuse yes and no which is common at that age.  If she meant yes, she would say no in a happy way. 

When Kayli was little I was blessed to be able to spend lots of time with my friend Shannon, either on the phone, or at one of our houses, or off on adventures.  So, when Kayli played with a phone she would say "Hello.  Shannon?"  Kayli absolutely adored Shannon.  I remember Shannon coming in the house once and us barely catching Kayli in time as she dove out of my arms trying to get over to Shannon.  Once I ran out of fruit snacks and told Kayli we didn't have any.  She said "Shannon's house?  Fruit snack?"  She knew that Shannon was rarely out of fruit snacks, and that Shannon would give her more than one package -- unlike her mother.

One day I was taking a shower and I could hear Kayli yelling something at me.  She was knocking on the door saying "I want to watch a movie, dang it!"  It sounded more like "Dane it".  Another day she came in to my room and said "Dang it!  I forgot to put something on my wips!" 

Kayli had a friend named Shania she spent lots of time with.  Once they were over here and there were ants crawling around on our dining room floor by the back door.  Shania went to smash them and Kayli said "Don't smash them!  Don't smash them!"  Shania said, "Dem's bugs!"  Kayli said, "No they're not!  They're HUNGRY!  No!  Don't let them outside!"  What a good Kayli I have -- though I'm pretty sure she'd be okay with smashing the ants now (with apologies to her cousin Emma).

Kayli wearing those same socks that Trisa loved!

Tia and Megan

Megan and Tia dressed up for Tia's two person birthday party.

Megan, Tia, and Megan's turtle speedy.  It's good to have friends.

Remembering Little Tia

Tia and her Grandpa F.

I almost bought a baby doll the other day because it reminded me of Tia.  It was slightly larger than the average baby doll and was soft and round and had the cutest smile on its face.  I actually carried it around the store for a while feeling nostalgic.  Tia was my smallest baby when she was born, and she didn't smile at me until she was three months old, but she became a round, smiley little girl.  Just thinking about our "little" Tia can still make those who remember those days smile.

Tia was easy going, and liked a schedule.  She took two two hour naps a day for quite a while, and when she would wake up, she would just play happily in her crib until I went to get her.  At three Tia slept as much during the day as baby Kayli.  When she was in Kindergarten she would come home really tired, and if she watched a movie she'd fall asleep.  She decided she was too big for naps though, and so she started refusing to watch a movie after school, and that was the end of Tia's naptime.

Tia was a very snuggly little girl, and when she was three I wrote, "She is still round and still likes to rock-a-bye.  When she is sad she often 'wants a song!'  She has been confused in the past when Kayli wouldn't cheer up even when Tia sang Twinkle Star to her."  Singing to Tia was a really good way to cheer her up and make her feel better.  She loved to sing "ABCDEFG" and "dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh".  (She apparently didn't use the more traditional short names of those songs for a while).

This bench was not meant for real people, but Tia loved it.

Tia had a friend (Megan) when she was three.  She would talk to Megan on the phone, and go and play at her house, and that made them both happy.  On Tia's birthday they both dressed in pretty dresses for the party.  Tia, like Trisa, liked twirly dresses.  Dresses were most appreciated if the skirt would twirl out.  I think that made dancing more fun.

This is Trisa and Tia in their cow dresses.  They weren't twirly dresses, but they were fun.

 



Tia had the cutest little squeaky voice.  I love to listen to it on the videos we have of her.  Tia did sometimes get grumpy and then we would call her "grumpy bear", but her more regular nick name was "huggy bear".  I wrote that "Tia can be a little thunder cloud or she can be the brightest of sunshine".  Thankfully, she tended more toward sunshine.  She still does. 

Smiley Tia

Remembering Little Trisa

One of my favorite memories is from the hospital after Trisa was born.  I had a c-section, and walking (well, moving) was very hard for me, but somehow I had managed to get out of my bed, pick up Trisa, and make it to a rocking chair.  I sat there and sang to her "Oh hush thee my baby, a story I'll tell, how little lord Jesus on earth came to dwell ..".  There, with a baby who was right from heaven, singing about Jesus, the most wonderful, peaceful, loving feeling filled the whole room.  It was so strong, that I was sure that when the nurse walked in, she must have been able to feel it.

As Trisa grew she came to love outside.  She used to pound on our apartment door and yell "Side!  Side!" just hoping we would take her outside.  We lived in downtown SLC at the time, and we had one car.  We did have a stroller, and I would put Trisa in it and walk blocks, and blocks, to the library.  I don't remember her ever being bad on a walk.  She would lean back, prop her foot up on the bar of the stroller, and enjoy being in her beloved outside.

 Trisa was not blessed with a mother who did hair very well, but that did not stop her from being beautiful.  She loved to wear dresses.  The journal I wrote for her said, "...your Aunt Tina gave you a dress.  The following Tuesday you wanted to wear it to school.  You got so much attention from wearing it that you insisted on wearing a dress all week long.  You looked as cute as could be..."

Trisa had a favorite outfit when she was about two.  Her Grandma C. had given her a pink shirt with a heart on the front which matched the floral purple pants she had.  She loved to wear this, but especially if she could roll up her pants to her knees and wear her pink knee socks.  She loved to show off her socks, and I liked to let her because it made her happy.

Trisa liked to sing lots of songs, and read piles of books.  Even before she could really read, her journal says she would pick up a book and appear to be reading it, but if you payed attention you would notice that the story she was telling had pieces in it of the conversations that were going on around her.

Trisa helped a lot with Tia.  She would get Tia's "little tiny diapers" and when Tia cried Trisa would use a funny voice to say "Oh Tia, Tia, Tia, don't be sad Tia, oh Tia..."  Later, when Tia could sit up, Trisa would carefully drag Tia around by her feet (across the wood floor) so she could play with her.  Sometimes she'd drag her right into her room, and Tia always seemed to enjoy her chance to play.

Trisa was independent.  We heard a lot of "My do it!"  She also had such grown up sounding expressions that it was hard to remember how little she was sometimes!  She loved animals.  She used to hold out her hands to the birds in the back yard and try to get them to come.  "Here bird!  Here bird!"  She would chase them, and cry when they flew away.  She loved them and couldn't understand why they wouldn't stay and let her hold them.

Trisa is fun, and kind, and thoughtful, and enthusiastic, and smart.  She was all of those things when she was little too.  There are so many wonderful things to be remembered about little Trisa!

A Way to Remember

I have been a journal writer for many years.  My journal is like a friend.  I can pour out my frustrations, or my worries.  I can talk about the things I am excited about in long, boring, drawn out detail.  I have many journals filled with non-important information, like who everyone danced with at the dances I went to as a youth. Yawn!  As I got older I came to realize that there are two things that  I really enjoy going back to read.  The first is all of the cute things that my children do, and our important family events.  The second is the spiritual experiences I have, or the blessings I've been given.

When my oldest daughter was a baby she wasn't always good at sleeping through the night.  I got to hold her a lot in the night time, which wasn't always a bad thing.  I remember sitting on the floor of her room holding her while she slept.  I love her so much, and I remember wishing that I could hold on to every detail of that moment forever.  There are so many perfect moments in life, and children say the cutest things!  Unfortunately, I have found that even if I tell myself "I will remember this forever", I won't unless I have written it down.  I am so thankful for those things I did manage to get into journals so that I could remember them later.  They allow me to enjoy those perfect moments again.  I will share some of those with you in the next few days.

I find the second kind of journal really helpful when I am having a hard day, or I feel like I haven't felt any inspiration for a long time.  I get my journal out and am reminded about the things that I have learned, and maybe forgotten.  I am reminded that Heavenly Father has answered my prayers before, and so I know that He will again.  This has been a blessing to me on many occasions, and is a good source for my Inheritance Project.

Not everyone likes to write, and pictures can work almost as well, but even if you write down just a few things, or a few blessings, you will be glad.  It is a good way to remember.

Dan Says....

...If we make a bad promise, we don't have to keep it.  Like, if we promise not to believe Heavenly Father.

Jake and Dan in their new aprons.

I Was Not to Blame

Many years ago Derek and I were expecting our first baby.  I had always wanted to be a Mom. I had worried for years that I might never be able to be a Mom.  And now we were expecting!  And then, 13 weeks along, we found out that our baby had only lived 8 weeks.  We were so sad, and so disappointed.  Along with those feelings, I also felt like it was my fault.  I mistakenly thought that I must have done something wrong, and God must be punishing me, or that I just lacked faith, and that was the problem.

Derek kindly explained to me that God is not like that, but I was having a hard time getting past the feeling that this happened because I was somehow lacking.  What I wanted was a good thing, right?  Why would I not be getting what I wanted if it was a good thing?

Not too long after the miscarriage, Derek and I attended a fireside where Elder Neal A. Maxwell spoke.  I think our loving Heavenly Father sent him to speak to me.  He told me that, if nobody needed a Savior in the whole world but me, Jesus still would have come down and suffered what He needed to in order to save me.  He knows my name.  He knows my sorrows, my wants, my weaknesses, my sins, and He still loves me.

When I left that fireside I understood better than I ever had, that hard things are a part of life, and that Heavenly Father and Jesus are sad when I am sad, and are there to help me when I ask.  Some problems may never be fixed in this life, but that is not because our Father loves us any less than he loves anyone else.  He loves us so much, and believes in us so much, that He believes we can handle hard things and remain faithful. I learned that, in the case of my miscarriage, I was not to blame.

When Talking to Yourself --- Be Nice!

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I like to think I am a nice person.  I like people.  I do not judge them harshly.  I'm a lot more inclined to make up good excuses for them than to think badly of them.  I notice the good things they do, and can see their potential for good.  So, it was a bit of a shock to realize that I was not extending the same courtesy to myself.

I went through a period of time where I was quite depressed.  I always felt ugly, and not very smart.  I felt like I was bad at everything.  I couldn't figure out how to get out of that slump until I realized that the biggest part of the problem was that I never said anything nice to me.  When I looked in a mirror I pointed out all of my flaws.  When I didn't make dinner, or had a messy house, or didn't exercise, I berated myself.  So, I came up with a plan to break that bad habit.  Every time I realized I had said something negative, I made myself come up with something positive about me to replace it.  This made a big difference.

Once, I walked into my room and saw my usual stack of books and papers by my bed and said, "I'm a mess!"  I immediately realized what I had done and said, "I mean, look at all of the good things that I am working on!"  There is almost always another way to look at things, and if I thought hard enough I could always come up with something positive I could have said instead -- even when looking in the dreaded mirror.

I did this for quite a while.  Sometimes I felt really silly.  Even when talking to myself in my head, it still felt kind of funny to give myself a complement.  One day at church I remember correcting a negative thought and laughing.  I really felt better when I was nice to myself.  That was the last time I remember consciously working on it.  The habit had, at least mostly, been broken.

It is easy to fall back into any bad habit, including this one.  So, it is good for me to be reminded that when I talk to myself I should be nice.  This is true for you to.  When you are talking to yourself, please BE NICE!

You Can't Make Me Mad!

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This is NOT a challenge for everyone to try to make me mad.  That would not be fun for me.  This is something that I learned in a Parenting class at BYU.  I learned that nobody can make me angry.  It is a choice.

Now, you might be inclined to argue.  After all, sometimes we get angry so fast that we don't feel like we had a choice.  It is just a choice that we made so quickly that we didn't notice!  It is a choice we have probably made so often that we no longer notice the decision process.  I still remember the story that was in the reading I was required to do.  It goes something like this.

There was a person (say it is me this time).  I am running late.  I just might have time to make it to my appointment if everything goes my way.  Unfortunately, in the story, it does not go well.  Nothing too out of the ordinary happens, but somebody walks across a crosswalk and I have to stop.  They are walking ever so slowly.  I get mad -- at them.  I say, "They are making me so mad!".  But really, the reason I am mad is because I chose to leave late, and am going to be late to an appointment, and them being there gives me someone convenient to blame.  I am choosing to be angry, in a way, to make myself feel better for having left late.

This story usually helps me the most when I am in just such a scenario.  I remind myself that the person in front of me who is driving slowly is not to blame for my not having left earlier.  I also remind myself (because being late really stresses me out) that it is too late to change the situation and being angry, or upset won't really help. 

I have learned more about this subject over the years, which doesn't mean that I have learned to never be angry.  People can make it difficult to not be angry, and situations can make it really difficult not to be angry, but it is still a choice.  Generally I hate being angry, and so I choose not to be.  When I am angry, knowing that I am choosing to be angry can help me get over it faster.  This takes practice, and I really wish I learned faster so that my children could have benefited more, but the parenting class was totally worth it just to learn this one thing, that you can't make me mad.

If you think you should call someone, do it. They might need a can of soup!

My friend Anna

Sometimes it is hard to know whether an idea that comes to you is inspired by God, or if you just happen to be having a random idea that doesn't matter.  There was one day when I kept thinking that I should call my friend Anna.  I was her visiting teacher at the time (meaning that I was, basically, assigned to be her friend).  All day I thought of calling Anna, and then I would get busy doing something.  The thought would come again but I always put it off until the day was over and it was too late.

The next day, having felt bad for not following through on that thought, I called her.  It turns out that she had been sick the day before, and had really wanted a can of soup.  I think I even had the kind she wanted, and I easily could have gone to the store if I didn't.  I can't even remember if she took her sick self to the store, or if some other friend or family member saved the day.  I just know that, even though she chuckled when I confessed, and is still my friend today, I could have helped her had I simply taken a moment to call.  I try to remember that experience whenever I have the thought to call somebody.  They might not really need me to call, but then again, they might be sick, and want a can of soup.

Christmas Morning 7:00a.m.

This should have been posted first.  Oops! 

The traditional race up the stairs.  Kayli is in front.  Trisa is holding on to Dan.

 

 

Kayli Wins!

 Jake and Tia are last.  Tia appears to wish she were still asleep.  She wasn't feeling her best.

Picture a Christmas at Our House!

Jake and Dan

Trisa, Tia, and Kayli -- My girls!

Blogger quit letting me make pictures bigger or label them, but I decided to post this anyway.  The pictures are mostly of my kids giving each other Christmas gifts, and the last picture is Kayli and Trisa with their Grandma C.  We went there for a delicious Christmas dinner.