Sunday, December 30, 2012


Just when we received some dissapointing news that Evey's scoliosis is a lot worse than we all suspected; she reminds us of how tough she is. "Like a boss" as my 14 year old nephew would wisely say.  This little girl is constantly reminding us not to worry about her, she's so strong and will prevail through it all.  Seven months old and I never thought I'd be this excited about a child rolling.  You go girl!

Saturday, December 15, 2012


A little update on our Eves knees seeing as how I've been distracted with the chaos of Zoey deciding to potty train herself and climb out of her crib all within the same week. That girl's eagerness to be an adult will be the death of me. And yes my Mom does laugh way too loud when I call to vent about Zoey, oh sweet Karma. Maybe she'll finally settle down when she's 31 like I have.

So on to our other favorite daughter. Evey is still recovering from surgery, her head looks amazing, but we have noticed her eyes are crossing way more now that she has a round head. She's almost 7 months old and is in the 40th percentile for height and 20th for weight. She is still fed all through her g-tube and we hope to get her over her constant colds so we can try and start some oral feeds. The good news is that the desire to suck is there and shes taking an affinity to sucking on her swaddle blankets. Health wise she seems to have one healthy week and then one sick week and then repeats the cycle. We are working on her holding her head up and helping her straighten out her neck. She can hold her head up for a few seconds at a time and then she flops it back down cause she gets so tired. It's bizarre to think that Zoey was crawling at this point in life and we are still trying to get Evey strong enough to hold her head up while we're holding her. There is also the nice part of getting to enjoy this baby mode for a long time that always flew by way too fast with the other kids. We also have a new specialist on board, a pediatric orthopedist who we'll meet with after christmas to address Eves scoliosis that seems to be pretty severe says all the other docs that look at her, so it'll be nice to see what the plan is to help her down the road. Other than that she's still the sweetest, happiest baby that we could ever ask for. When the other kids are jumping all around her and screaming she usually does her little giggle because apparently the fact that we are a 6-man circus is funny to her. She really must have knew exactly what she was coming to. With all the craziness around us in this mortal world, it's a huge blessing to have Evey as a reminder that all things are eternal and that the end goal is returning to a loving Heavenly Father arms.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Las Vegas

I've decided parenting is a lot like gambling in Las Vegas. I've used this analogy for a few years and I've found it to be true over and over again.

Taking your kids out in public wherever it is, is like going to Vegas. You go and you either win big or lose big. Most of the time you lose though, the odds are definitely not in your favor. If the kids behave perfectly, everybody admires you, the cashier tells you how well-behaved your kids are and you smile and nod while thinking you have no idea what a rarity this is. That is a big win in my parenting
play book.

Or what usually happens is you go out, somebody loses it and fights ensue and then yelling and screaming and then we are hastily exiting the public eye, undoubtedly with a screaming/flailing toddler slung over our back while pushing a stroller or grocery cart with most likely another crying child. Big time lose.

Here's the thing, no matter what the outcome, I can't help but keep trying it, just like Las Vegas. Good thing I don't for real gamble because I already have enough parental gambling in my life and I know all about odds.

Here's some of the moments we've been having lately that make me forget all about the big losses. And yes our children are wearing completely mismatched snow clothes dug out of nana and papas snow clothes bin. I'm slowly realizing that the kids get bigger each year and that means I have to invest in new snow clothes every year. Parenting fail.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Mama, Moms, Mother

     I never grew up dreaming of my future husband and children.  Don't get me wrong, I knew it was in the cards for me; it just wasn't on my radar for a long, long time.  I don't think it was in my DNA to think about marriage and motherhood, but thankfully I had a strong dose of nurture that helped dominate my tough nature.  The nurture came in the form of watching my parents who actually liked one another, and truly epitomized the "best friends" concept.   It also came from having 7 brothers and sisters, and, for better or for worse, there was always someone at home to play or fight with: an invaluable gift.  Eventually, I also realized that I was a daughter of God, and with that knowledge came some major responsibility to a future husband and kids.
     So, motherhood came in a two-fold epiphany.  When our firstborn Owen arrived 6 weeks premature, I was completely unprepared for the newborn intensive care unit, aka the NICU.  On the ninth day of Owen being in the NICU, I had a complete and full meltdown. I had had enough of being at home without our son, and was sick of staying up all night crying and trying to pump, while wanting to jump off a bridge because my hormones were practically yelling at me by the second about how wrong it was to have just had a baby and to not have him home with us. So, I sobbed and cried and wailed and had a glorious temper tantrum. It was awesome.  And, Nate was there to pick up the pieces (also within that motherhood epiphany was the 'holy moley I really love and need Nate, forever' epiphany).
     So, the mama bear was officially born, and I waltzed right into that NICU with Nate, my partner in crime, and demanded that they let us bottle feed Owen, and let him go home, or we would take him out ourselves. I call that the '9th day motherhood' epiphany.  From that moment on, I knew that this was it: I was in it, I liked it, and I could do this mom thing, and I'd be darned if I was going to let some NICU nurses hold my son hostage.
     As you can imagine, the second epiphany came 4 years later, almost to the date, with the arrival of Evey.  Evey was the full-blown, 'you are commited to being a mom and you'll be doing this for the rest of your life' epiphany, and I rolled with it from the second she was born.  It was an a-ha moment of Evey being the missing puzzle piece of fulfilling my life's work and purpose.
     I'm slowly learning in my life that the greatest blessings I've received are the ones I never knew I wanted to begin with.  Thank you forever Owen, Eli, Zoey & Evey.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Prove it

I can't believe we are one week post-op. Evey has done amazing and looks like a whole new baby. Nate and I both cant stop saying how cute she looks. It's amazing what a new head shape can do for a face, who knew? She's still a little out of it and not her usually smiley self, but there's only a little swelling left and her scar is looking better by the day. Our plastic surgeon is a genius. We feel super blessed she didn't need a blood transfusion which everyone was convinced she would. Even the plastic surgeon came out post-op shocked and said she was so dry. That's our Evey, tough as nails and out to prove everyone wrong.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Gratitude. Evey beat the odds and came home with us tonight just 3 days after her cranio vault reconstruction surgery. The doctor also injected botox all around her neck to help get rid of her torticolis and help her neck stretch comfortably without pain. Not to be too redundant, but this girl is so tough and strong. Her head is swollen like crazy and she looks like a mix of sloth from goonies and a professional boxer, but she's still as mild and pleasant as ever.
We had a lovely thanksgiving up at primary's with just the supreme team and it was so nice for Nate and I to just sit and watch our kiddos in all their toddler glory eat up their dinner provided by primary children's hospital. We have so much to be thankful for today, but here's a little of my list for this month.
For my parents and siblings that watch the fearsome threesome while Evey does hospital stays.
Prayers all over the world for our little family.
For doctors and nurses and hospital staff that come to work and treat our family like their own.
For our Owen, Eli, Zoey, and Evey who continue to teach me invaluable lessons on the glory of parenthood.
Last and most importantly. The infamous question continues to come up on how I handle all this? The answers two-fold and so simple. The answer is and will always be I have a husband that is constantly at my side and is my partner and best friend through it all. He makes me laugh until I pee my pants and can read me like a book. He is my rock, my strength, my better half.
Lastly, I know my Savior knows me. I know he knows our family and is constantly watching over us. We feel the Holy Spirit through all of these earthly adventures and we know this is just one part of the grand eternal plan. We are truly happy, blessed, and thankful beyond words. What a happy thanksgiving. I can't wait to see what will be on our thankful list for 2013. Thank you, thank you to all our friends and family.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Banana Stand

We put up Christmas decorations as soon as we got home from Disneyland to help ease the detox. Best idea we've ever had. There's something about seeing those 6 stockings hanging that make me love our little supreme team even more than I knew I did.

The week before surgery is always super introspective for Nate and I. We walk around almost in reverence for the blessings that we are about to receive and that we know we need from The Lord. We also know he's the only one that can give them, so I guess the week before surgery we try extra hard to be worthy of those blessings.

On a fun side note look who got creative with the banana holder and is using it as Evey's iv pole. Judging by Evey's smile, I'd say she gives me an A+ for creativity.

Next post will be from primary children's hospital. No where I'd rather spend our thanksgiving. It's the ultimate remind you to be grateful place.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Disney detox

It has been two years since our last Disney trip and for those that know Nate and I, that's two years too many. We dropped off our Zoe's nose who didn't make the cut, because we all know how 20 month olds love to hold still and sit in a stroller and ride quietly on a plane. Thanks to my sis in law and sister who I hope still love Zoey after spending several days and evenings with her.

It was such an amazing fun trip. We left and it was 95 degrees in Anaheim and came home to snow and 30 degree weather.

Evey did amazing and was the perfect baby. We had no feeding pump issues.  She slept on the plane and so far she seems to not have gotten any virus which will set us up for her next surgery in 10 days.

The trip was also a reminder about our little Owen. Truthfully, since Evey has been born Owen's autism has taken a back seat.  He has come so far in all of his therapy for the last two years and most people don't even notice, nor do we tell them that he has Autism. There's a fine line as a parent where you don't want Owens autism or even Evey's koolen syndrome to define them and you also don't want to talk about it all the time because there's so much more to our supreme team. Needless to say, our first day in Disneyland we were confronted full force that our little Owie has some unique quirks. After several screaming, shaking and yelling tantrums, with the help of cousins and nana and papa we finally convinced him to go on just one ride. We baby stepped our way through Disneyland, until we finally took him over to the new cars land in California adventure and that was it, he was sold on Disney madness.  Subsequently, we pretty much stayed in Cars Land the rest of the trip and had a blast.  It was so amazing to see our boys grinning from ear to ear on everything cars, especially after all the bouncing around they've done these last 6 months with Eveys surgeries. They deserved this trip more than anyone, except for Nate that is.

So thanks sisters for the amazing time and for reminding me that I'm not the only ridiculous one out there having too many kids too fast. Until 2014 ladies.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

She speaks

I think we are looking at 4 out of 4 extroverts in our children. That's what happens when two extremely loud and obnoxious people get married. The Nate and Cally show is obviously a dominant gene.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Winner winner chicken dinner!

For those that don't already know, we happened to win something for the first time in our familial life.  Last year there was a contest on a blog I follow called  For those of you that live under a rock, it's the blog of a young mom that was in a tragic airplane crash 4 years ago where over 80% of her body was burned and her story of survival and life as a Mom and Wife.  So she has this annual contest to win some really cool "bucket bikes" also known as Madsen Cargo Bikes (  Last year, I entered and told Nate all about these bikes and how amazing they were.  Long story short, I didn't win, (enter violins) and I moved on with my sad bucket bike-less life.  This year, the contest popped up again and I thought second time's a charm.  So between an email from me and a secret one from Nate, we happened to win this amazing bike. We went down yesterday to meet Stephanie and the bike owner at their annual Madsen Bike Rally in Provo, Utah.  Before I move onto my moment, I will tell you that our bike is amazing.  It rides so smooth and the kids think it's the most amazing thing in the whole wide world.  We've already nicknamed her B.B. short for bucket bike and I hope it stays warm for just a few more weeks until we tuck her safely away until next spring.  I can already picture an older Evey riding the bike having the time of her life on our new family bike rides.  As my oh so beloved Ferris Beuler would say, "If you have the means, I highly recommend picking up one, it is oh so choice."

The last few days have been such a blur with Nate working 16 hour days and I wish we took better pictures yesterday at the bike rally with Stephanie and Mr. Madsen himself, but I'm afraid I was in a glazed over blur, from sleep deprivation and the shock of winning a longly-coveted bike.  Since I got into the whole blogging world a few months ago, I confess that's when I've discovered several others people life stories and craftiness and all other such things good and bad that come with blogging. In the small mormon world I heard of Stephanie's blog and always scanned through it, but never thought more of it than what an amazing story and good for her, for overcoming what she has. 

Yesterday, we were standing in the parking lot talking to Stephanie as she was ooohhhing and awwwing over our baby Evey and it was something that I probably don't have the right words to describe, but I'll try anyway.  Stephanie has been badly disfigured from her accident, but you don't even notice, because she exudes such a warmth that is indescribable.  Here I was watching this incredible young woman, that is definitely not her body, look at our little Eves with tears in her eyes who is also not her body and I knew Stephanie understood Evey in a way that only someone in a similar situation could.  Our bodies are such amazing gifts from the Lord, they are perfect in his eyes, some just happen to be a little damaged from the get go and some get damaged along the way, but they are perfect vessels to accomplish his plan.  Yesteday, Stephanie gave me a suprising gift, much much more than just an amazing bike.  It was a sweet tender mercy to see that the Lord's plan is absolutely perfect and he knows exactly what each of us need in our own "plans of happiness".   I know there are miracles being worked around us everyday, it's just our job to pause and look for them.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

On the inside

If I had a dime for every time someone said - How are you doing it? Are you okay? You're so amazing. I'd probably have enough money for a fun night out. So enough about me, lets talk more about me.

Anyways, point is, I guess from the outside looking in it does seem pretty crazy, but from the inside looking out, I'll tell you this much, it's a sweet sweet life. We are blessed beyond measure.

Nate does a game with the kids at night where he does a story with Simon says while they all sit on the couch. I just noticed Evey's participating in the game as well. Smart, smart girl.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Hearts & Guts

More news on the Evey front.  We visited with the Cardiologist and the two holes in her heart are looking much smaller and the doc is optimistic they'll close on their own, even if they don't they said they won't do surgery on them because they're so small and won't cause any problems. One less surgery : yeah-uh!

Later that day we had a visit with the Gastroenterologist to talk about Evey's feeding.  Lately, during the day when she's taking her bolus feeds she gets excessively sweaty and irritable during feeds and has constant diarrhea.  The doc says it's likely she has dumping syndrome.   Really people?  Dumping syndrome... another classic in the medical world...good times.  So, apparently her stomach is just kicking all of her food straight to her small intestine, without even pausing in her stomach which is causing the symptoms we see.  So to solve the problem we have to slow her feeds during the day from 20 minutes to 40 minutes.  Good news is we can put her on the pump during those 40 minutes so I'm not held captive holding a syringe all day.  Bad news is, we are now back to packing the pump around, which isn't all that bad.  Other good news is most kiddos grow out of dumping syndrome as they get older and their stomach gets bigger.  Bad news is when she grows out of it we won't get to say the phrase dumping syndrome anymore.  You win some, you lose some.

I was visiting with a "special needs Mom" the other day who was really worried about her other children and how they were handling all the mixed attention they would get throughout their lives with a special sibling.  Immediately, I had the most calming spirit over me.  Owen, Eli, and Zoey chose this, they are going to be better off then even Nate and I are.  This is a group effort, this is the "supreme team" at it's finest.  We can already see it in them.  Eli and Zoe who tend to be a little rougher around our house, if you will, are so gentle and sweet with Evey.  It's quite the sight to see.  I love our little supreme team so much, they never cease to amaze me.  As you can see, even Zoey, who loves food as much as her Mom and Dad is even willing to share her precious treats with Evey.  I think Zoey should get paid to be Evey's new feeding therapist. 

It's such a good, sweet life.  The physically exhausted moments should never take away from the good spiritual ones.  I've found out that you can have constant comfort and happiness even when being completely spent physically.  What a wonderful thing, our Savior's plan.  I know he never leaves us and we're so blessed he's taking care of our little supreme team.  This is truly the plan of happiness.

Friday, October 5, 2012


We had a step forward with Evey this week, she passed her swallow study. How that works is they give Evey barium mixed formula and they do a continuous X-ray and see if she's still aspirating into her lungs while she's swallowing. It's pretty much the coolest thing ever to watch. Good news is she isn't aspirating anymore and we can go ahead and try to start to feed orally again. It's kind of a double edge sword because now there's the hope she'll start to suck on a bottle, because she finally can. Bad news is so far she has no sucking reflex with the bottle anymore. So we are just letting the formula dribble into her mouth while half comes out and half she swallows down. This is going to be quite the process, but I guess they don't call it speech "therapy" for nothing. I remember staying up nights when Owen was in the nicu crying while pumping desperate to be able to breastfeed him - little did I know. Now we just hope and pray little Eves figures out how to eat eventually. Thanks to modern medicine she won't starve to death because of her glorious "gangsta" tube. Thank you 2012.

Monday, October 1, 2012


I had a neighbor so wisely describe the chaos of packing for trips as Pre-trip mode. Very similar to another acronym that starts with a P and has 3 letters. It's so not easy being a female, curse you estrogen!

We managed a family trip to Bear Lake thanks to our favorite friends and only forgot our shampoo and conditioner. It was a festivus miracle. We remembered all of Evey's medical supplies, and her pump did not break like it did last time we attempted a night away. It was so relaxing and all we did was eat, talk, and play with our kiddos. We had access to atvs and other fun lake toys, but you know you're the parents of toddlers and babies when you'd rather sit around all day and talk than muster up energy to actually "play". We laughed how back in the day Pre-Kids we'd be the first to play and now all we want to do is sit around and have adult conversations. Thankfully we were able to do just that and now we can attack October with full force and muster up some will power to not single handedly eat all of the kids Halloween candy this year. Curse you Halloween!

Without further ado here's a look at how Evey's eating these days and here's the first official Johnson family photo in a purely natural state. It was taken with an iPhone and has not had a single edit done to it, yes we're kicking it old school and we have no shame of how we look in our raw form. Curse you photoshop that has set all of our standards way too high for photos.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Dance like no one's watching

So much to say, so little time.  I think it should be a requirement to go to an Autism Carnival and dance with all the kids, it's life changing.  More on Lady Evey coming soon.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Grills and Bridges

It seems like we've had a few marathon days in the last little while.  With the new addition of school and soccer and doctor appointments - it's official - we're a family of 6. 

Zoey has officially joined the supreme team children surgery club.  She was our last and latest to have surgery and it was a doozy. 

Zoey got a new grill today! (sorry for all the gangsta terms, there's just something about living in Utah that brings out the gangsta in me).  Zoey's teeth have slowly been disentigrating into nothingness and after a visit to the dentist we were informed, once again, that Nate & I's genes do not get along and that she was just born without the necessary enamel.  So they scheduled an operation where they would cap and fill all her teeth so she wouldn't have to walk around like an 80 year old until her adult teeth came in.  After watching 3 of our kiddos go under anasthesia we were all taking bets if Zoey would be a good or a bad drunk - verdict is in -bad drunk.

First of all, everyone thinks she's a 3 year old when she motors around talking like a 30 year old and is in the 140th percentile for height for an 18 month old.  Yes, that's right, 140th percentile.  Hello Volleyball pro, Tennis pro, Swim pro or super model??? She also has this terrible scab on her nose and mouth that makes her look like Charlie Chaplin from face planting in the driveway on Sunday, the dentist probably should have called Child Protective Services on us.  So I helped the anasthesiologist restrain Zoe without a blink of an eye while they were trying to gas mask her and apparently I was so good at it, the doctor said, "So you work in anasthesiology?"  Haha, no, not really, I work in the Mom/medical field of learning how to restrain 30-50 pound toddlers/wet seals during medical procedures and doctor appointments.  If only that earned me an anasthesiologist salary. 

Immediately after dealing with the backwards flipping Zoey coming off of anasthesia, we went straight to an Eye appointment for Eli because we have kind of noticed that his eyes might be turning inward.  So this is what the optometrist told us. Because of his large nose bridge (aka his mother's nose) and his small eyes with epicanthal folds (aka his dads eyes) it can make it look like his eyes are turning inward when his vision is just fine.  Hahaha, that's so classic.  So basically Doctor you're saying our son has a big nose and small eyes and it just looks like he's cross-eyed, awesome!  All I'm saying is can we really make fun of a nose that comes from an apostle?  I didn't think so. 

So that about sums up the day.  Grills and Bridges.  As I was carrying our super floppy 4 month old Evey, that should be strong enough to hold her head up by now, around the house today after doctor time, I had yet another epiphany of how worked up we get about these mortal bodies of ours.  We have these funny noses and small eyes, and these genetically messed up bodies, with these grand spirits inside. Note to self - focus more on spirit, less on big nose. I officially retract my super model comment about Zoey.  Lessons learned.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

It's official...

For those of you that know Nate & I you're really going to kick out of this one. They've officially given Eves knees syndrome a name. No longer will I have to say Evey has 17q21.31 microdeletion syndrome, quite the mouthful. Drumroll please ... the name of Evey's syndrome will now be called...


Oh sweet victory. Our daughter's syndrome has the word cool in it, could it get any better? I was rooting for Johnson syndrome or Seventevey, but this is actually better. It's named after the doctor who has been at the forefront of all the research with the 100 or so people with this syndrome. His a pretty amazing guy and regular gets on the facebook group page to ask us our opinons and to let us know about more research being discovered. So kudos to him, I think the syndrome should be named after him.

One of the most surreal things to me while in contact with other parents with kids with this syndrome is seeing how much they all look alike. It's like looking at Eveys' brothers and sisters, but knowing they're scattered across the world and belong to different parents. Its crazy to see that they look like their parents but that they all have similar features that make them appear from the same family tree. What a blessing modern technology is for us. I can't imagine being in the dark and not knowing other families and their Koolen journeys out there. Just saying the word Koolen is so much fun, I'm as pleased as punch.

Just a little update on Owen - we had his first parent conference today since starting his second year of preschool at the Pingree Center for children with Autism. He's officially at age level for almost everything except fine motor and is now being integrated into the "typical" preschool that they have on campus with "typical" kids. I would have never guessed 2 years ago that our flapping and head banging non-verbal boy would be where he's at today. Early intervention and the amazing staff at the Pingree Center have helped our little dude in so many ways. We are now having to think about mainstream options for kindergarten next year and what the future plans are. What a good dilemma to have, choosing a school for your son to be mainstreamed in. One word - blessed.

Update on Evey - she has gained a pound and a half since her g-tube surgery and is thriving. The older brothers and sister are starting to pay attention now that I lay her on the floor with them. Below is a small glimpse of what happens when she's on the floor with them - if Evey can make it through the Zoey gauntlet, she can make it through anything.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

a love story

Pardon me, while I indulge myself for a moment.

As Nate & I are adjusting to our new lives, we are uncovering all sort of new things in our marriage. So I thought I'd uncharacteristically reminisce about how the Supreme Team began.

It was 6 years ago almost to the day that I met the Natronius Johnson. I had just turned 25 and had an epiphany after tearing the ligaments in my knee, for the second time, that it was time to slow down. I guess, not so much an epiphany, but the lord smiting me, physically, so I had no choice but to reevaluate life. The week before I met Nate, I had a Saturday night prayer fest with the Lord telling him I knew it was time to start looking for my companion. I told him that I would no longer chase after the dude bro dudes (as I like to call them). I told the Lord that it didn't matter if he liked the same music, or snowboarding, or that he was a superior athelte. I promised him that as long as he loved the lord and the gospel as much as I knew I did, then I could compromise with everything else.

Enter Nate. Nate was a beautiful looking man that would walk into church, sit in the side bench and pour over his scriptures all throughout church. He never would lift his head up and he never talked to anyone, so I thought, that's the guy for me. Quiet, sullen, and devishily handsome. He did manage to perk up and give extremely intelligent answers during sunday school, so I knew he was wicked smart. Little did I know that I was being fooled. He happens to be more extroverted than me and quite the social butterfly. Ends up, he had just given up on dating, and decided to retreat from socializing because none of his girlfriends over the years had turned into marriage.

Enter Cally. I was a sunday school teacher in our ward. The sunday after my talk with the Lord I strolled into church on a mission. We were studying the Old Testament and my lesson that sunday was on Job. I could always count on Nate to fill in all the details of the doctrine that I dont have the mental capacity to retain, especially within the Old Testament. Thing is, I never knew Nate's name. I just called him "the smart kid" because I could always turn to him for the answers I needed during Gospel Doctrine. After my lesson I went into the hallway to track the "smart kid" down. I went out once, couldn't find him, went back into class. I decided to try one more time after sitting in class for a few more minutes and I ran right into him in the hallway. I waltzed up to him, trying desperately to disguise my nervousness, and I punched him in the arm (awesome second grade flirting move) and said, "hey smart kid, I need your help on something." I told him I thought Job was super underrated in the church and wondered why we don't talk about his story more. And that was that...we talked for an hour and a half about Job and eventually got around to learning one anothers' names and exchanging numbers. Nine months later we were sealed in the Bountiful, Utah temple - and 6 years later we find ourselves on this adventure called life. By the way, just in case you're wondering, because of my pact with the Lord, he did take care of everything else. Ends up Nate and I have everything in common, from sports to music to our sense of humor, he is without a doubt, my 100% perfect match. So I didn't have to compromise on anything in the end.

We laugh, all too often, about how our first conversation was about Job. We have had a whirlwind life from the second we got married and everything seems like it's on fast forward. We joke, how maybe if our first conversation had been about rainbows and butterflies we wouldn't have had all the bumps and bruises that we've had over the last 6 years. One thing we do know, is Job is on our short list of people we want to talk to right away after we die.

With the arrival of Evey, we know she's going to be our third companion through life. We hope that she gets to come on our missions with us, she would be the ultimate companion in our trio. We are learning how important it is to stay on top of our marriage game even when our gas tanks are running on empty. 100% of our energy is going into the fearsome foursome, but Nate and I have been wisely counselled over and over again that number one is and always should be our companionship, children second. Even if it means we're bonding over a plate of our favorite onion rings up at Primary Children's Hospital. So this is my public declaration to the Natronius. Thanks for putting up with your sometimes heartless wifey. Thanks for being the smartest man in the whole wide world and for respecting me as your equal. Thanks for giving me four amazing children and for teaching me that being a Wife and a Mom is so much more fun then snowboarding or going to concerts. Because of you, this mortality is so so worth it. Here's to you baby bubba and all the many more missions the Lord has in store for us!!!

Friday, September 7, 2012

Double Salmon Ladder

Only one out of our four children can hold still for a picture. Eves is by far our best behaved child. Late one night Nate made a collage of the monkeys, so that's officially our family picture for the next little bit.

Speaking of not holding still, Owen's newest obsession is American ninja warrior. If you haven't seen it, stop reading this blog and google "double salmon ladder". Owie has been climbing everything and anything around the house while yelling, "double salmon ladder".

I'm super grateful that his fixations are on some pretty cool things, he has great taste. My favorite is watching Eli try and follow him and make the jumping of gaps between furniture. You can see Eli's thought process, he totally pauses and you can tell he's like this isn't going to work out for me and slowly gets down. Ninjas or pirates for Halloween...parenting decisions are so difficult.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Eyes on the prize

Lately Evey has been going crazy with the smiles. A lot of the time I'll walk into the room and she'll be looking up at the ceiling just grinning from ear to ear. When I see her looking heavenward it makes me a little homesick and also reminds me to constantly keep my eyes heavenward. Eves knees strikes again.