Thursday, July 5, 2012

Baby Dane

A few weeks ago my sister Mac and her little boy, Baby Dane came into town to visit us in Portland.  I am so glad they did, cause I was going crazy trying to entertain myself in this crappy weather.  Plus, it had already been way too long since we had seen Baby Dane; he had changed a ton (and his official name is Baby Dane).
Briz loved seeing baby Dane.  He slowly but surely grew on her.  At first she was a little unsure about his drooling and spitting.  Well, truthfully, she still wasn't a big fan of that by the end. But I really don't know what her problem was.  As she was in the middle of getting grossed out by his drool, she was sitting there picking her nose.  More than anything she wanted to take a bath with Dane, and the poor baby handled her aggressive bathing skills quite well.
I loved having him around too.  My sister is always protective of me and was worried it might be hard for me to be around him, and it definitely stirs up feelings.  But mostly I just loved being around him.  I laugh at every single thing he does, every look and sound (This, by the way, is only in part due to his looking a lot like Kenny from South Park).  I just wanted to eat him up.  I realize that Briz and I are not around babies very often, and I am sort of a baby person, so it was nice to get a bit of that baby fill.  I could use a bit of baby Dane probably every day.
In the meantime, I am somewhat creepy with other peoples' babies.  When I see them, I sort of can't stop staring.  And I think to myself, "Maybe if I stare long enough they will offer to let me hold them."   But no, it hasn't happened yet.  Come back soon Dane so I stop freaking out strangers.














Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Helping a Grieving Grandparent

It has been interesting to me to see how grief affects so many people in different ways.  I normally don't like to be too wordy or to preach at all.  But I came across this excerpt from the book, "Helping a Grandparent Who is Grieving," and I thought it was good to remember the different people that are affected by the death of a baby. I think these tips are helpful for anyone who has experienced grief.  I have learned how little we talk about death in our culture and it makes grieving that much harder. Holland has such wonderful grandparents who have experienced heartache along with Nick and Briz and I.  And we love and appreciate them more than we can say.

Realize that a grandparent's grief is unique.

When a grandchild dies, the grandparent often mourns the death on many levels.  The grandparents probably loved the child dearly and may have been very close to him or her.  The death has created a hold in the grandparent's life that cannot be filled by anyone else.  Grandparents who were not close to the child who died perhaps because they loved far away, may instead mourn the loss of a relationship they never had.

Grieving grandparents are also faced with witnessing their child - the parent of the child who died - mourn the death. A parent's love for a child is perhaps the strongest of all human bonds.  For the parents of the child who died, the pain of grief may seem intolerable.  For the grandparents, watching their own child suffer so and feeling powerless to take away the hurt can feel almost as intolerable.


 With Nona just after delivery.

With a proud Papa.

Acknowledge the grandparents search for meaning.

When someone loved dies, we all ponder the meaning of life and death.  When a child or young adult dies, this search for meaning can be especially painful.  Young people aren't supposed to die.  The death violates the natural order of life and seems terribly unfair.

For grandparents, who may have lived long, rich lives already, the struggle to understand the death may bring about feelings of guilt.  "Why didn't God take me, instead?" the grandparent may ask himself.  "Why couldn't it have been me?"

Such feelings are both normal and necessary.  You can help by encouraging the grandparent to talk about them.

 Snuggling up with Nona on a warm summer night.

  Holland loved cuddling with her Papa.

Respect faith and spirituality.

Many people develop strong commitments to faith and spirituality as they get older.  If you allow them, grieving grandparents will "teach you" about the role of faith and spirituality in their lives.  Encourage them to express their faith if doing so helps them heal in grief.

Sometimes, however, faith can naturally complicating healing.  The grandparent may feeling angry at God for "taking" the grandchild.  He then may feel guilty about his anger, because, he may reason, God is not to be questioned.  Or the grandparent may struggle with feelings of doubt about God's plan for the afterlife.

Talking with a pastor may help the grandparents, as long as the pastor allows the grandparents to honestly express her feelings of anger, guilt, and sadness.  No one should tell a grandparent that she shouldn't grieve because the child has gone to heaven; mourning and having faith are not mutually exclusive.  Listen with your heart.

You can begin to help by listening.  Your physical presence and desire to listen without judging are critical helping tools.  Don't worry so much about what you will say.  Just concentrate on the words that are being shared with you.

Sometimes grandparents, especially grandfathers, don't want to talk about the death.  They may have been raised to believe that talking about feelings is frivolous or selfish or unmanly.  It's OK; they don't have to talk.  Simply spending time with them demonstrates your love and concern.

 Grandma Julie giving Holland a bath.

Holland is not happy with Grandma for taking her out of the bath

Be compassionate.

Give the grandparent permission to express her feelings without fear of criticism.  Learn from the grandparents; don't instruct or set expectations about how she should respond.  Never say, "I know just how you feel."  You don't.  Think about your helper role as someone who "walks with" not "behind" or "in front of" the grieving grandparent.

Allow the grandparent to experience all the hurt, sorrow, and pain that he is feeling at the time.  Enter into his feelings, but never try to take them away.  And recognize that tears are a natural and appropriate expression of the pain associated with the death.

Nona was brave to allow a naked Briz to sit on her while holding Holly.

After the OSU/BYU game with Holland.  My little girl got to go to a BYU football game.  I'm proud of that :)

Avoid cliches.

Words, particularly, cliches can be extremely painful for a grieving grandparent.  Cliches are trite comments often intended to provide simple solutions to difficult realities.  Grandparents are often told, "God needed another angel in heaven" or "Don't worry, John and Susie can have another child" or "You have to be strong for your child."  Comments like these are not constructive.  Instead, they hurt because they diminish the very real and very painful loss of a unique child.

When a grandchild dies, grandparents grieve twice.  They mourn the loss of the child and they feel the pain of their own child's suffering.  Sometimes we forget about the grandparents when a child dies.  You can help by not forgetting, by offering the grandparents your love, support and presence in the weeks and months to come.

 The night before Holland died, we went to a pumpkin patch in Utah.  Grandpa is pulling all of the bigger grandkids in the wagon.  He's such a good sport.  He's always behind the scenes helping out.

Also the night before Holland died.  Grandma Julie loves having all of her family and grandkids together.  And we love being with her.  I wish I had more pictures with Holland with Grandpa and Grandma, but I'm glad they got to spend some alone time with her.  And I'm glad they were able to be there with us on the day she died.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Friend, Friends, 1, 2, 3

This is the name of the song that Briz sings at preschool.  It ends with, "All my friends are here with me."  Pretty genius if you ask me.

Briz loves Piper.  And let's be honest, I love Piper.  Megan and I generally do a swap once a week for these two precious girls and it's one of the best times of my week (although we've been slacking the last few weeks).  Mostly because Briz and Piper are hilarious together.  They have the funniest conversations together where they call each other "sweetie" and "hun."  Yes, there is some fighting over toys, but it's SO good for Briz to learn all of those things with another little person in her home.  I have had fun taking them on little outings.  Here are some pictures and videos of them at the Flower Festival in downtown Portland.  And I'm not going to lie, when Piper was being the funny yoga star and cracking up all of the people around me, I didn't NOT say she wasn't my little girl :)

 Piper really getting into the yoga.

 Striking a seductive pose.

 What can I say? Piper knows the way to Brizzy's heart.  She's feeding her fruit snacks (Although this one I think is off the ground).

 They love to pretend they don't want to hug each other.

 Doing some princess ballet (it's a very specific kind of ballet).

 Again with the forced hugs.



Oh, and I forgot to mention, these two are the coolest three and two/three year olds ever.  They are big fans of Fun, Gotye, and The Naked and Famous.  They love to cruise around listening to some Indie rock with their sunglasses on.  

Friday, June 29, 2012

I Am Kind of Stupid

After reading the title of this post, you might think, "Yeah, and . . . ?" But I am not just being self deprecating.  I have an actual reason as to why I was/am stupid.  It's actually a quick story as to why I'm stupid.  Here it goes:

It all started with me thinking that it would be a great idea to get overly involved in a YW activity.  We decided to force the YW to wake up at 6 a.m. the day after school gets out and hike thirteen miles to the temple.  I'm not going to lie, some of my good ol' coaching days came back to me where I secretly (or not so secretly sometimes) enjoyed torturing the girls I coached.  I got out a little of my own aggression.  But the problem with this cruel leadership was that I actually volunteered to hike it myself.  I thought it would be no big deal.  After all, I WAS training for a running relay race.  But then shortly before the grand hike was to take place, I realized that yes, I'm quite stupid.  The hike and the race took place on the same day.  Oh, and forgot to mention the fact that I bruised my heel very badly a few weeks before all of this took place, and then oh yeah, I got really sick.  Like sick sick for a week.  So two days before the hike/race, I was feeling decent.  My foot still killed and I still was very nasal-y, but I figured I could suck it up.  So sucked it up I did.  But when everyone tried to tell me how stupid I was, I just ignored them, thinking to myself that I could be pretty tough if I needed to be, and what's 13 miles walking and like 13 miles running?  No biggie.  Uh, wrong.  Fast forward to the end, I got a stupid stress fracture on my stupid foot.  I spent Father's Day (the day after the mayhem) rolling around the kitchen in an office chair trying to make a nice meal for Nick and all of our company.  Although, rolling around in a chair whilst cooking is not a bad idea for those times when you're ridiculously tired.  And, you look quite cool doing it.  Oh, except for the time I fell over in my chair onto the ground and couldn't get back up.  And also except for the many times I got my apron stuck in the chair and was like tangled in an apron mess.  Other than that, very cool.

But overall, I did have a ton of fun.  My stupidity and hurt foot were worth it because I love the Oregon Epic Relay (www.epicrelays.com).  I got to see some old friends, my in - laws came into town and had a blast with Briz, and it was actually sunny!!!

As evidence of how much fun I had, here are pictures of me shoving pretzels into my mouth while I give a dirty glare to Andrea and me passed out on Emily.



Saturday, June 23, 2012

Long Hair and Drugs

This video is my favorite.  And so true.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Chicka Chicka Slim Sadie (and Carly)

We were privileged enough to be graced with the presence of Carly and Sadie Nielson last weekend for a few days.  It was an awesome time.  There were a few downsides so I will get those out of the way: the weather sucked big time, poor Sadie got sick, the John grandparents now have some competition, and Briz now thinks that anytime we see someone new she is going to get to see Sadie.


But it was a blast to see Briz and Sadie play together (which mostly consisted of having stupid arguments over which color plate they wanted and fighting over the mini Ariel doll).  They had some great in depth conversations about life and death (no really, they did).  But mostly, I loved having my friend Carly around.  I miss her a lot and I wish she lived closer.  She was nice enough to come along with me on my crazy day of work.  We drove up to Seattle, but the good news is that we ended up having hours and hours to talk in the car.  Still wasn't enough time.  Come back soon Carly and Sadie.  And next time, bring Big D and Loui Gooey.








Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Ten Random Things

Thought I would update with some Random happenings in our lives:

1. I had five Mitt Romney events yesterday (three in Portland and two in Seattle), and I could not be happier that they are over.  It was one of the longest days of my life.  But because Carly is such a good friend, it ended up being a pretty great day overall.  She came along with me (I need a whole separate post for her and Sadie's visit).

2.  Nick has been working ridiculous hours to get some stuff ready for the Olympics.  So needless to say, we have been workaholics lately and I am so happy to be able to actually clean my house!

3.  I have loved listening to movie soundtracks lately.  Here are some of my favorites.




4.  I love the Celtics.  I have been an awful fan this year, but I have three reasons to defend myself: the NBA strike really threw off my basketball schedule, I actually don't like watching NBA games, and I've just been trying to deal with life.  But yes, I love them.  And I am just hoping and hoping and even praying a little bit that they and OKCity win, because I am pretty sure I am going to fly Briz and I to Oklahoma so we can try to catch a game, and also visit our long lost Hugh cousins.  

5.  I hate Oregon right now.  I really do.  I hate the stupid rain and cold weather.  I need not just sunshine but heat.  My skin is way too white for June.  It's just wrong.  Not to mention I'm supposed to run in a race in a week and a half and it better not be this cold.

6.  The HomeBudget app is the best ever.  It indulges my OCD with money, and yet frees me from my money anxiety.  

7.  My iPhone has brought so much joy into my life.  Here are a few of the wonderful things:
- New York Times app - I feel like I actually have an idea of what is going on in the world recently
- Tosh.O app
- Daily Report app
- Portland Entertainment apps
- Groupon app
- And of course, the ever important Onion app

8. Sierra was here for Memorial Day Weekend and I had a blast hanging out with her.  Nick and I went on a double date with her and Landon (inside family joke) to the Portland Rose Garden, rode lots of rides and made ourselves sick.  It was awesome.  Her and Briz became good pals and we miss Sierra.  Can't wait until you come back for the 4th of July.  Hopefully it will stop raining by then!




9. I used my real camera today for the first time in a long time.  It felt so natural and I quickly remembered how addicted I can get to my camera.  I do wish, however, I had more time to edit! 

10.  I miss my nieces and nephews a lot.  I wish I could give them all hugs and kisses right now.