Quarantine

It's been 5 months.

Five months since schools were shut down, businesses were shuttered and the world as we knew it was at a stand still.   We've had an earthquake and hundreds of aftershocks.  We've had fear and panic and paranoia.  Those first few weeks and months were just horrible and awful, weren't they.  No idea if the whole corona virus was really going to kill us all, or if it was a hoax, or if it was here to stay.

Then, George Floyd was murdered in Minneapolis by those horrible police officers and the whole world erupted.  There are still protests every day around the country but they don't get much air time.  The news media has moved on to the upcoming election between Joe Biden and Donald Trump (heaven help us).

Five months later and we're wearing masks apparently in Salt Lake County through the end of 2020.  Places are sort of open, but with precaution.  In five months I've eaten inside of a restaurant twice and minus doctor and physical therapy appointments can count on two hands how many times I've been into a store.  I've been to the grocery store once and have turned into one of those crazy germ people whose cautiously optimistic and puts on a brave face for my kids but is also totally afraid of my own shadow.

Since the world went into panicked hibernation in March we've done the following.

*Sold our home of 9 years.
*Moved out of our home, into Ross parents town home in a 55+ community and lived there for 10 weeks.
*Online school from home (miserable experience)
*Ross working from home (stressful for all 5 of us, especially in a 2 bedroom town home in a 55+ community)
*Ankle surgery, 5 weeks in a wheelchair and all of the emotional baggage associated with throwing my life in a tailspin I wasn't quite prepared for.
*Moving into our new home.
*7 state road trip to Minnesota for a Howden family reunion (UT, WY, SD, ND, MN, MT, ID)
*Adjusting to a new house, more working from home, isolation, physical therapy, learning how to drive again, and continuing to isolate to keep everyone healthy.

The mental game the last five months has played on our family (I mean, on the world) has been intense.  I've seen my children suffer from bouts of intense anxiety and some mild depression.  My husband isn't meant to work from home.  I'm an introvert who needs her space and quiet time and that went out the window in March, even though there have been some moments of quiet in recent weeks where I've been alone and it's been good.

This has all just been so nuts.  There aren't words for what a disaster this has all been, or how intense it has been for every single American - well except for those ultra wealthy a-holes who keep getting ultra wealthier....but that's for another day.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel?  The boys go back to school next week, with masks on and pages and pages of safety precautions listed out by the schools.  But school will be so good.  Routine will be so good.  Friends and teachers and learning and a sense of normal, even though it isn't normal at all, will be so good.  Utah's covid cases have been dropping, or at least manageable, or whatever it is, and we're going back to school.  I'm not sure how long it will last - I'm hoping it will last for a while, but they are going back and maybe this madness can end for a bit.

Or maybe our lives will be like this forever.

Who knows.  It's been 5 months.  It *almost* feels normal now.  What's the rest of our lives, right?

All my hair is falling out

In March of 2018 I had a procedure.  It could have been performed "outpatient" and sedated in the OBGYN office with the door closed but I chose to do it in an OR under anesthesia.  Because of the bedes and my goofy health record I just felt better doing it in an operating room.

The procedure was an endometrial ablation.  Google it.  It changed my life.

In March of 2019 I had surgery.  After having some intense abdominal pain off and on for a couple of weeks, I got an appointment with my internal medicine specialist.  She sent me for a CT scan and thought I maybe I had diverticulitis.  The CT scan showed some random tissue growing around my ureter, potentially messing with my kidneys and bladder.  After an appointment with a very grumpy urologist who was not interested in helping a woman in her early 40's, I was back at the OBGYN who agreed to do an exploratory laparoscopic procedure to see what was the root of the problem.

The surgery that was supposed to take 90 minutes took almost 4 hours.   The tissue was a severe case of endometriosis.  All the tissue was carefully removed so as not to damage any of the ureter and kidney stuff, as well as a baseball sized ovarian cyst and my left Fallopian tube.  Good thing I didn't need that anymore.

The recovery was pretty okay and I came home from the hospital with photographs of all my insides that were fixed up; four nice bruises and some internal stitches that after several weeks started to make there way out of my skin.  I was told by my doctor to just trim the strings and let them do their thing.

In March of 2020 I was supposed to have surgery to fix a nagging ankle injury and a very deformed hammer toe. 

This story needs to back up a bit though, to January 2019.  One one of the Saturday's in January, after a Jr. Jazz game, I went up for a layup in heeled boots and I lost my footing in glorious spastic fashion and fell. You may have felt the earthquake.  There was quite an audience laughing at me but the pain was so intense I thought I might throw-up.  Though I was laughing, it was just to hide the tears.  The pain was incredibly intense and having a really bad ankle it was obvious that my failed attempt at looking cool had earned me a pretty serious sprain.

This bad ankle had been haunting me for years before and continued to bother me the rest of 2019.  For Thanksgiving we went to Disneyland and one night in the town home we'd rented, as everyone was sleeping and my blood sugar dropped low I fell down the stairs heading to the fridge for a glass of chocolate milk.  Rolled my ankle and spent the rest of the trip in pain.

I'll make the story shorter now.

In January 2020 I paid my podiatrist, a really good guy a visit.  The x-ray showed that within the last year I'd broken my ankle and had ruptured tendons as well as some bone fragments.  The MRI a week later showed torn ligaments and confirmed that surgery was the only way to fix what was now, more than ever, my very fragile ankle.

In February, the surgery was scheduled for March 19.  Little did we know back then that Covid-19 would infect the world, everything would shut-down, and on March 19 Salt Lake would get hit with an earthquake.  Obviously the surgery was postponed and I was put on stricter than average quarantine orders so that when surgical centers opened again, I could be first in line to get the dumb ankle and wonky hammer toe fixed up for good.

At the end of April I got the call that surgery could go ahead for May 7th.  When the day arrived, I was the only patient in triage in the surgical center and my doctor was the only one operating that day.  I had to wear a mask the entire time, sign extra paper work and do things on my own that under different circumstances a nurse probably would have done had it not been for the Corona-virus.   I ended up with a fixed ankle that healed pretty quickly and a 4 inch pin in my toe for 5 weeks that left me wheel chair and crutches bound.  I don't recommend getting hammer toes fixed.  And, all of this went down while we were in the process of moving, doing online home school, and Ross working from home.  But that is a melodrama for another day.

Now, if anyone ever reads this, and has made it this far you are probably wondering what is the point of this surgical chronology?

The point is very simple.

All my hair is falling out.

Are you a Salt Spittoon or a Weeny Hut Junior

I'm not afraid to admit it, I really love Sponge Bob Square ants.  He's lovable and amiable.  There is generally a moral in every 15 minute story told.  He is a good guy, desperate to do well at work, make and keep his friends, and help people out, even "people" like plankton who aren't the kindest or nicest to be around.  He shows up on time, happy and excited to be there.  He is loyal and trustworthy, takes good care of his home, his pet, his parents.   

What's not to love?

I have a few favorite episodes too.  The one where Squidward has to take over the band and teach everyone to play an instrument to impress Squilliam Fancyson and the whole town comes through and performs an epic musical montage.  The episode where Sponge Bob becomes "normal" and greets everyone with, "Hello.  How are you?  Wonderful weather we're having." as his holes disappear and he becomes smooth and glassy.  My favorite episode is the one where all the jellyfish invade his home and have a raging party and he cannot get them to go away.  They trash his house, he cannot sleep and it's messing up his entire life.  Finally, Gary the snail figures out how to get them to go away.  Gary knocks his eyeballs together to create a beat and the whole ocean chimes in creating a rhythmic song to usher the jellyfish back to jellyfish fields, sort of like the pied piper.  Yeah, that one is my favorite.

Setting these episodes to the side however, there is one episode of Sponge Bob in particular we reference in our family quite a bit.  We use it often to not only define ourselves, but to categorize other people.  Yes, there is some judgement involved, but it isn't mean spirited, it's just a kinder, more gentle way to help my kids see that there are differences in people that they meet, and to help us determine what kind of people we want to become.

So, there is this place called the Salty Spittoon.  Sponge Bob desperately wants to enter, but he isn't tough enough.  Sandy is tough enough, she gets in easily.  Sponge Bob knows that to get into the Salty Spittoon you have to be pretty rough and tumble, carry your own weight and stand up to any trouble that might come your way.  The Spittoon has a bouncer and try as he might, Sponge Bob cannot get past the bouncer. and through the batwing doors.  

Why does he want to get into the Salty Spittoon so bad?  Because the Spittoon is the coolest place in Bikini Bottom to hang out AND because the only other place in town spend, what I presume is your Friday night out is Weeny Hut Juniors.  This is not the place to be seen.  Weeny hut juniors is for little kids.  It's a gimmick.  It's easy.  They serve ice cream, not manly spittoon stuff (whatever that is) and Sponge Bob is desperate to not be seen as a weenie!

So, he tries over and over and over again to get into the Salty Spittoon.  He pretends to be a tattoo on a huge guy.  He pretends to be another person.  None of that works and he realizes that he has to be himself. Finally, he enlists the help of Patrick Star and after a little bit of craziness that only those two seem to conjure up, Sponge Bob is granted entrance into the Salty Spittoon.  His dreams have come true.  Of course things go wrong upon entering the Spittoon, but that's not the point of the story.

What's the point, you ask?

The point is this.  I am always encouraging my kids to be salty spittoons and not weeny hut juniors.  In our family we do hard things.  We try and try and try again.  We don't settle for easy.  We don't whine and complain (that much) and we work hard to move forward.  We set goals, we do what is right, we work around obstacles.

Living the last 5 months under the quarantine and looming uncertainty of the Corona virus (Covid-19) and making the tough decision to go back to school in a couple of weeks has been one of those tough "salty spittoon" decisions for our family.   We weighed the options, talked among the five of us at length and made the best decision for our family.  There is so much noise and static right now, and so much complaining surrounding the topic of going back to school it's hard to know what is the right choice.  Honestly, I think it's one of the many factors contributing to my migraines and hair loss but that's a different story.  

Mostly, there seem to be a lot of weeny hut juniors out there muddying the waters lately.

And finally, I just really like Sponge Bob Square Pants.

The Madrid Zoo and other things

After a day full of museums, it was time to take the boys to their natural habitat - a zoo!  We weren't sure what to expect from the Madrid Zoo but we did know one important fact, the Madrid zoo has PANDA BEARS.  Quinn was ecstatic to say the least.

The zoo was too far to walk to so we called a taxi and headed to a new part of the city, a part that was much more suburban. On the drive we saw some schools, some parks and playgrounds, and a much more residential, all be it still apartments, part of the city.

The entrance to the zoo felt a lot like when we went to the Tampa Zoo.  Very wooded and green and pretty lush.  Past the main gate, it wasn't quite as beautiful as the entrance but it was still good just the same.

Zoo Highlights:

• 3 giant pandas, two of them awake, doing panda things - walking around, climbing trees and eating bamboo.
• Giant ant eaters - we've never seen them before.  They were asleep, but they still get checked off the list.
• 2 baby Asian elephants.  Quinn had never seen Asian elephants before, only African so he was sure to tell us all the major differences.
• Baby gorillas and chimpanzees (in different enclosures of course).
• Sea lion show, exotic bird show, dolphin show.  This zoo also had a small aquarium attached and did a sea world like show with their 9 dolphins on exhibit.
• Sloth bear
• "American animals" - on exhibit they had several bison and even an enclosure with raccoons, which seems pretty silly, but it's not every day you see a gaggle of raccoons staring right back at you.
• Food - we ate lunch at the zoo.  Not a single gift shop or concessions stand opened until well after, maybe 2 in the afternoon and by then we were starving.  But, when we finally found, along with everyone else at the zoo, the one food stand that was open it was surprisingly good.  Madrid was huge on burgers and fries and the only thing the zoo offered for food was - yes - burgers and fries.

Zoo low lights:

• Many of the animal exhibits and enclosures were very old fashioned.  Lots of concrete, little shade, no visible animal enrichment.  My little zoologist was pretty upset by a lot of the stuff he saw because he's used to seeing animals at American zoos.  The tiger looked sickly and the sloth bear (which we'd never seen before) looked very sad and lonely on his concrete perch. 
• The zoo had grizzly bears.  Four of them.  They were the biggest bears I have ever seen in my life.  The four bears were much too large to be all together and they were definitely people trained.  They were begging for food from spectators and people were obliging.
• Humans.  We were the only people at the zoo I heard speaking English, but there were more languages being spoken during our visit than I probably could ever guess.  But....BUT, there were so many people who were harassing animals, poking animals up close to fences and FEEDING THE BEARS.  It was sad and awful.  The boys were so distraught that people were clearly breaking the rules of the zoo and Quinn and Wyatt wanted us to find someone to complain to, but I'm not sure we saw a zoo keeper the entire time we were there.

We were at the zoo a long time.  Like, maybe 6 hours?  I was so surprised at the amount of time but it was a nice way to spend the day - in spite of the "sad" parts.  After the zoo, we got another cab and headed to another new part of town.  We were dropped off at a small church - the burial site of Francisco Goya.  There were no cameras allowed and the small chapel was guarded by two over bearing women in black, but it was truly beautiful.  Goya had painted all the fresco's on the ceilings and was entombed in the front of the church (is that part called the nave?).  I was a little nervous that the boys were going to knock something over in this church and get us into trouble, but luckily our quick visit was incident free.

After the church we walked down a very busy street towards a train station that also had a mall.    We got a small treat, rested our feet and then got another cab to take us back to our apartment.

We wrapped up the night with dinner and then heading to bed.

Madrid, day two :: Museums

Getting all five of us up, dressed, fed and watered on our second day was a little rough.  Jet lag was bringing us down.  Ross and I thought a good first full day would be a museum day - walking, but not too much and the boys like art.

We started our day at the Prado museum.  Once we figured out how to turn our printed tickets into real tickets and got through security and got past the woman who was just sitting inside and thought we were gullible enough to pay her for a tour and once we found the actual entrance to the museum we were all set!

The Prado was huge.  The Prado was elbow to elbow crowded.  The Prado was full of art depicting wars, greek and roman gods, with a little bit of the Renaissance thrown in.  The Prado had a great exhibit of paintings from Francisco Goya (famous Spanish Painter) and a lot of cool stuff that Rick Steves (the PBS Travel Guy) told us to see.  Most importantly though, the Prado was full of naked ladies...and a few naked men.

We warned the boys about the naked ladies.  We were all surprised by so many statues and paintings of naked men.  The boys were very mature about the whole thing, but the museum was just so big, and after a couple of hours so hot and they were so hungry that we ended up leaving.  Ross wanted to push through and see EVERYTHING but if we didn't get some food in Elliott's stomach soon, the trip was going to be over before it started.

So, we left.

We found pizza.  It was delicious.  We each drank two coke zeros.  We were ready for more art.

The second museum of the day was the Thyssen.  It was more modern, and practically empty.  It was awesome!  At school, the boys do a program called "art smart" where each month parent volunteers come and teach them about a famous artist.  They've been doing it for years and have a pretty good knowledge of some of the big names in art.

Wyatt was able to pick out van Gogh's all on his own.  Elliott knew Lichtenstein without us telling him.  Quinn was able to notice details in landscapes of the American west as places we've been too, or at least look like places we've been too.  As a mom who loves art, it made my heart so happy to see them so interested.  We saw so many of the big names in Impressionism through more modern art like Monet and Pissaro, Hopper, Georgia O'Keefe, Rothko and Pollack.  It really was such an amazing museum and a fun place to spend a couple of hours.

Our apartment was about a 5 minute walk from the Thyssen museum so once we were finished, we headed back to rest for a bit - still so tired - before venturing out for dinner and to explore Madrid some more.

For dinner we found a very tasty (and expensive) Argentine restaurant.  The boys were brave eaters, and tried some new foods as well as mounds of french fries.  Thank heavens for french fries.  We walked off our late dinner through Plaza Mayor where we got harassed by street vendors, explored a few souvenir shops and ate some more gelato before heading back for another deep sleep.

Madrid, Day One

We left Salt Lake City in the mid morning on a Sunday afternoon and flew non-stop to Amsterdam, arriving on a Monday morning.  Seven movies and 5 wide awake Howden's later, we arrived in Amsterdam to race through passport inspection (assisted by one very handsome, very tall and very blond Netherlander).  Once we got through security we raced to our gate to catch our next flight.  The boys were so psyched for the trip on the first flight, that no one slept.  But, the second we got on the flight to Madrid, we were all out cold for the entire three hours.  After the plane landed and taxied, we were taken by shuttle to the main airport.  The plane was so full and Quinn was so asleep that we didnt make the first shuttle - and had to wait almost half an hour on the steps that were wheeled up to the plane on the tarmac for the next shuttle.




Upon arriving in Madrid and getting our luggage we waited - some more patiently than others - for a taxi big enough to carry the 5 of us and all our bags to our apartment in the heart of the city.  Once we got to our home for a few days we were only able to drop our luggage because the cleaning lady wasn't finished.  Because we were all starving we left the apartment and found a small bakery for croissants, some potato chips and a few coke zeros.

All was well except that Quinn's chocolate croissant must have had some hazelnut paste in it because after one bite he was finished and a few hours later was having a hard time breathing and was covered in a rash.  So our first adventure in Spain was to find a pharmacy, get some benadryl, and drug the six year old.  After Quinn was sufficiently drugged the next item on our agenda was to find dinner get a few grocery items and then head back to our apartment to go to bed because we were exhausted.



We took a nice walking tour of the city center and some main plaza's and found a "food court" to get dinner.  We opted for hamburgers (pizza and burgers were all the rage in Madrid) and it was one of the more interesting burgers I've eaten in my life.  Everything was mixed into the meat, which gave it a pretty strange texture and flavor, but the fries were good and we were starving.  We also learned pretty quickly that coke zero is the officially beverage of Spain and we drank it.  A lot of it.

After finding our first of many gelato shops while in Madrid we headed back home to go to bed.  We were exhausted and had no trouble getting anyone to sleep on the first night.

Surgery

On February 10th I woke in the middle of the night with a very sharp pain in my lower left abdomen.  It kept me awake for about an hour but after some tylenol I was able to go back to sleep.  Ross was out of town for work and I felt better in the morning so I didn't bother to tell hi about it.  Unfortunately, off and on over the next three days the pain came back at all sorts of random times of day.

Then, it went away.

It went away for over a week, like 10 days.  I figured that it was some sort of muscle pull or maybe a "groin" injury and forgot about it.

On February 26th the pain came back with a vengeance. Pain all day.  Pain all night.  It was bad enough that on the 28th I called an internal medicine specialist that I have been seeing and got an appointment for Monday, March 4th. 

At that appointment, the doctor felt that based off of my symptoms, I probably had diverticulitis - an inflammation of the lower intestine.  She sent me directly to get a CT scan.  Thank heavens!  A call later that night told me that I had a "nodule" of unknown tissue compressing my ureter, casing the pain.  The radiologist and my doctor felt that I should see a urologist.  I got an appointment for a few days later.

I sat in the office waiting for the urologist to show up longer than the actual appointment.  He seemed very disappointed that I was a woman and not a middle aged man with an enlarged prostate.  He looked over my CT scan with me and told me that even though my ureter was indeed being moderately blocked he didn't feel like it was a urological issue - that it was probably gynecological - and he didn't want to help me, even though he still made me schedule a follow-up appointment for four weeks later.

After the appointment I called Ross, pretty frustrated.  We decided that I might as well schedule an appointment with the OB/GYN who did a procedure for me last year.  I got home, called and had an appointment for the next day.

My appointment with Dr. Johnson was only 15 minutes.  He looked at the CT scan, told me that there was a small ovarian cyst in the scan as well as the "nodule" causing me pain.  He poked around my belly and then decided that I probably needed surgery.  We walked out of the exam room, looked at his calendar and scheduled an "Exploratory laparoscopy" for Wednesday March 13.

Already long story short. 
Horrible snow storm made us late to the hospital.
The one hour surgical procedure ended up taking three.

I had a baseball sized ovarian cyst that had to be removed.  The cyst and other tissue had damaged my left Fallopian tube so that was taken out.  The "nodule" was a giant mass of endometrial tissue that had to be removed as well as a biopsy of a lymph node that was inflamed.

My doctor said it was a "gnarly" surgery.  He had to add a 4th laparoscopic hole to get at everything.  He also told Ross that I was a "bad ass" for dealing with so much pain and so many problems.

It took me a few days to start feeling better and it's taken a good month to finally feel mostly "normal" again.  Minus a very itchy belly button and some sort of string coming out of three of my incision sites, all is well.

Generally speaking, I ignore health problems, hoping that they will go away.  I'm pretty happy that I was motivated enough to take care of this one and not let it fester until it became something really severe. 

Phew!

Conference Weekend Visitors

Over the weekend we had visitors.

Luke, Jonah and Craig came to town for General Conference.

They stayed at our house and it was, maybe, the loudest weekend I've ever experienced.  FIVE boys is no joke!

They caught the end of a Monarchs game.  We took them to Crown Burgers.  The boys lego-ed, origami-ed and watched America's Funniest Home Videos.  We walked around the lake.  More video games and laser tag was played this weekend than in many months combined.  All five boys had a great time.

Luke and Jonah get baptized

This weekend we were able to jet down to Arizona to participate in the baptism of cousins Luke and Jonah.  We didn't have a lot of time, but we were happy to be able to travel down.

We flew into Phoenix on Friday night, ate at Shake Shack and stayed in Scottsdale.  On Saturday morning we drove our brand new rental Suburban (it only had 1800 miles when we picked it up) north to Prescott Valley for a day of twinner activities.  The baptisms were in the morning, then we caught the tail end of the boys Pine Wood Derby, and we ended the day with dinner at Craig and Christina's home out on the prairie.

The twins were excited to have so many people present to honor and support them.  We haven't seen them for two years and they were excited to see the boys and also seemed pretty excited to have Uncle Ross throw them baseballs for over an hour.  Luke took me on a tour of the yard to see the chickens and dead things - rats, rabbits and chicken skulls and both twins let the boys hold their geckos.  Gross!

While in Arizona we also got to spend some time with Grandma Bea and Uncle Bill who was visiting from Minnesota.  Elliott is officially taller than Grandma Bea - she turned 95 in February and the boys had never met Bill...he was impressed with their heights, manners and generally good behavior.  I'm glad that they made a positive impression.  The weather was warmer than home, and the sunset was pretty.

We spent Saturday night at Grandma Connie's house.  On Sunday morning we got up, went to church and then headed back to change our clothes to head home.  While packing up suitcases, there was a lizard hanging out in the room Ross slept in (he was snoring so I slept in a different room), on "my side" of the bed.  Yuck!

We packed up, got lunch at Raising Cane's and headed to the airport.

the last kindergarten zoo field trip

Quinn has had a great year so far in Kindergarten.  He's pretty much the star of his class and his teacher, Mrs. Woolf loves him.  She says that in all her years of teaching he is one of the best behaved kids she's ever taught and that his fine motor skills are off the chart.

Anyway, today was the kindergarten zoo field trip.  Quinn rode the bus with his friends and I met the group at the zoo with all the other moms and families.  All week, the weather has been pretty good but of course, today, it sucked.  Rainy and wintery and COLD.

Quinn and I did the fastest tour of the zoo ever and we were frozen solid at the end.  I was pretty proud of myself for bringing him an extra jacket to put on, otherwise, he may have really turned into a popsicle.

the anti-valentine Valentine

The boys are not into Valentine's Day.  In fact, a couple of days before Wyatt had a nervous breakdown because girls were going to give him valentine's!  Last year a girl wrote that she thought Wyatt was handsome and he just didn't want the attention or the pressure.

After searching online, we found some pretty funny anti-valentine's to make.  The big boys thought they were funny and the chocolate was tasty.  Quinn's class did not pass out valentine's this year so he was off the hook.

SNOW DAY!

In my entire life, I can only think of one day, in elementary school, where we had a snow day.  In Utah, they are pretty rare.

But, when we woke up this morning, a snow day was upon us.  It didn't seem that bad to start, but as the day progressed, there was just more and more snow.  Ross got to work from home and shovel/snow blow about 5 times.

It was a pretty great shut-in sort of day.

Elliott is ordained a deacon

Today, Elliott was ordained to the priesthood office of a deacon in the LDS church.

Those present to participate and celebrate him were:
Grandma Judy
Grandpa Karl
Grandma Connie
Grandpa Dick
Uncle Willie
Uncle James
Cousin Jack
Mom
Dad
Wyatt
Quinn
Sister Lonni (Our favorite grandma who lives across the street from us).

The Church announced in December 2018 that as of January 2019, youth would progress through church groups by their birth year, not their age.  That meant that all the boys who turn 12 in 2007 were automatically deacons - pending an interview with the bishop and an ordination.  We decided not to rush Elliott through, since his birthday is in January anyway.  I think there was one boy his age who beat him to the punch as the first new deacon, but it's okay.  Elliott is pretty excited to pass the sacrament and not so sure about rain or shine fast offerings once a month.

This kid is growing up so fast and we couldn't be more proud of him.

Elliott is 12

Holy Moly!

Elliott, you are TWELVE!  The other day I asked if you wanted to hear the story of the day you were born.  You didn't.  I told you anyway.

At least I told you what I could remember.

You are such a good boy.  You are smart and funny.  You are kind to your brothers (most of the time) and you love babies - especially cousin Brady.

You are getting taller and more grown-up every day.  There have of course, been some bumps along the way in the last year as you  test your boundaries a bit, but those bumps make you a better kid and hopefully make me a better mom.

I love you kiddo.  Your random science facts make my dad.  Watching you turn into your dad is a little strange at times, but pretty fun, too.  You do your best at everything you try, are becoming an excellent soccer player and have inspired me to read more books this year - I cannot believe how much you read.

Driving you anywhere, or getting you to go on a walk with me are my favorite times of day.  That seems to be when you are interested in talking to me the most and I am and will always be a willing listener.

The last year we had some major sadness with Grandpa Huber, Aunt Geneil and Grandpa Ted passing away.  I am so proud that you can show your emotions at all extremes.  That you can mourn with those that mourn and find joy with those that are joyful.  Watching you navigate all those emotions is such an interesting experience for me...it's gut wrenching and exciting all at the same time.  Just one more sign that you are growing up.

Honestly, I wasn't sure you and I would ever survive colic, the terrible two's, torturing Wyatt, all those little kid things.  But, not only did we survive, we seem to be thriving these days.  Hooray. 

You have junior high orientation on your birthday.  What a way to celebrate with a mega school milestone on a mega birthday milestone.  You are so ready to grow up.  I am so ready to let you!  You are a bright star kiddo and I hope I can always help you shine.

Happy Birthday!

Thanksgiving in Las Vegas

Last year Elliott's team played in a soccer tournament over Thanksgiving weekend.  It was a lot of fun to have warm and sunny weather, hang out and eat good food.  We did eat Shake Shack on the strip for our Thanksgiving dinner.

And, we shopped.  The black Friday deals were pretty good.

So, this August we decided that we should do the same thing.  We did.  It was great.

We drove down on Thanksgiving morning, ate Shake Shack for dinner and did some Thanksgiving night black Friday shopping.  Our goal was to find new basketball shoes for the boys, get some Christmas presents checked off our list, and eat, eat, eat.

In addition to eating, we did a lot of shopping, hung out at a nice park, drove through the Red Rock State Park scenic loop and enjoyed some much needed sunshine.

We were originally planning on staying through Sunday but after a couple of days in Vegas - there really isn't that much to do - we decided that it was a good idea to come home, so we drove home on Saturday instead.

Harlem Globetrotters and Go Utes

The best thing about November is basketball, am I right?

Sometimes it feels like we wait forever for the Utah games to start and I guess this year we couldn't wait, so Ross got us tickets to see the Harlem Globetrotters at the Delta Center.

I've always wanted to see the Globetrotters in real life, not just on Scooby-Doo, and it was a lot of fun.  Our timing was pretty good, too because had we waited another year or two, the boys would probably be too old to really have as much fun as they did.

Halloween 2018

Last years Napoleon Dynamite Costumes were the best ever.  We will never live up to that success.  This year, the boys opted for a theme again - tacky tourists.  They planned our their costumes all on their own.  All I did was make fanny packs and buy them old fashioned film cameras.

Quinn was pretty excited to participate in his first elementary school Halloween parade.  I was the room mom in charge of Elliott's 6th grade party.  As part of my planning, I ended up making about 45 Mexican sugar skulls for the kids to decorate.  They took forever to make, but were really cool once the kids decorated them all.  And luckily, all the kids were really nice to Quinn and let him do all the party stuff with them.

October Family Pictures

I should have known that when I hit my third string photographer, family pictures may not be going as well as I had hoped.  We plowed through anyway.

The boys schedules were so tight that we only had one day in October to get pictures done.  The males in my family were cool with whatever, even though when it was time to leave Elliott threw a giant fit about what he was going to wear and I wasn't sure we were going to make it.

deep breath.

We made it.   Our photographer girl was sloppily dressed, kept telling us to say stupid stuff, and had the five of us stand in the exact same pose with every single back drop, making Quinn hold someone's hand every single time.  Ug!

But, we got the pictures.  I was fatter than I thought I would be.  Ross wasn't so happy with them either.  Same reason, probably.  The boys though, incredibly handsome.

We got ONE.  One is all you need for a Christmas card, right?

Pine Wood Derby 2 time champion

Tonight was the Pine Wood Derby.  It was Wyatt's second time to participate and he decided to use his car from last year.

He won the derby last year and minus over dosing the wheels with graphite and participating in a re-weigh he didn't make a single change to his car.

Our cub scout group isn't very big anymore, so all the kids got quite a few heats.  At the end of all the heats, Wyatt was in fourth place and barely squeaked his way into the final round.

And guess what - his car won every single heat and he defended his title by winning the derby the second time in a row.

His car is in a special place, waiting for next year's derby to defend his title.

Yellowstone

After batting the idea around for weeks, we final bit the bullet and decided to make a Labor Day weekend trip up to Yellowstone.  It was a fun way to celebrate Quinn's birthday and spend some time together before the craziness of school and soccer took over our lives.

We stayed in West Yellowstone and though it was very expensive, it was well worth it for the convenience of being right by the gate.  On our first day we got up super early and were into the park before 8 am.  We saw a coyote, froze in early morning fall temps under 30 degrees, and pretty much had the park and all it's foggy glory to ourselves.

On day one we headed into the Lamar Valley - an area neither Ross nor I had every really visited and we drove all the way to Cooke City, Montana and the east entrance of the park.  We saw thousands of bison, some so close we could touch them.  And also a lot of antelope.

We had desperately hoped to see bear or wolves in the park.  It seems like everyone we know who has visited Yellowstone this year has seen bears but alas, we were not so lucky.  No bears.  We saw a spot where a bear had been, but we missed it.  We did though see a juvenile bald eagle in the Hayden Valley along a river bank and that was pretty cool. I think though that even though moose is my spirit animal, my back-up may become a bison.

We did see some bears and wolves at the grizzly discovery center in West Yellowstone.  It's always pretty interesting to watch the animals AND we heard the wolves howling and being nervous while they were switching enclosures.  That was fascinating.

And, on the way home, just outside of Rexburg, Idaho in a dried out river bed, we sped by a baby moose.  I promise.