Two Months! Where did the time go?
Monday, February 21, 2011
Parker loves cows and so we couldn't resist him having the experience of seeing one up close and personal. That chance came when the Magnusons let us go and feed some of the new calves out at their ranch.
Parker got his first chance at feeding a calf that wasn't able to walk because of crooked legs. The calf's mom apparently isn't all that nice so a little tender care is needed. Parker rose to the occasion and fed his first cow. Upon asking him what he thought we should name it he said, "Favorite baby cow".
It was a fun experience that Parker didn't want to have end. We are thankful for good friends who allow us to have these experiences.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Parker building snowman with dad 2010
The President of the United States has a tough job. It is only fitting that he should get a day in which we celebrate the men who have led this nation. For the second straight President's Day Weekend, a snow storm dropped the perfect ingredients for a fun filled weekend, sledding and snow man making.
I may not be the President, but I sure do enjoy my job of being dad on days like this. Thank goodness for President's days.
President's Day 2010 - Castle Dale, UT
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Nursery is paying off. Parker has learned how to sing, "Head, shoulders, knees, & toes". He's learned "If You're Happy and You Know It." It is debatable if he is learning reverence (nursery not to blame here). But we are kind of wondering what he is learning when he sings "Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam"
When he sang it for us last the chorus went as follows, "Jesus wants me for a SUN-BEEP". Either profanity has snuck into the song or Parker has learned how to censor it.
In spite of this, we are convinced that nursery has been good for Parker. We just have some work to do with the language that is being used there.
Friday, February 11, 2011
While the nation was watching Super Bowl Sunday, our eyes were fixed on Brock as he spent the day in the hospital with RSV.
Fortunately Melissa used her motherly instincts to take Brock to the ER on Saturday night (Feb. 5) when she noticed he had a difficult time breathing. Because it was caught early the ER doctor wasn't able to readily identify the problem until some testing was done which provided a positive RSV diagnosis which meant watching our little guy endure the joys of an IV and breathing treatments through the night and followingday.
The time in the hospital went well as Melissa tenderly cared for her son. After about a full day of observation and treatment, he was released to come home.
Upon his arrival he has been confined to a room full of humidifiers (three to be exact) and a loving mother who faithfully does breathing treatments every eight hours. Even more frequent are the "nose suckings" (nice medical term I know).
And so after a week we look back to that Super Sunday. There was nothing Super about having a 6 week old in the hospital. Surely there is nothing super about hospital food and the comforts that come from staying the night. "Super" does not describe the worry and stress that seems endless.
What is "super" in the midst of the not so "super", was watching a loving mother care for her son. And this is better than any Super Bowl that I have ever seen.