Kira's First Day of Preschool

We have officially started our crazy fall schedule. I am just hoping that between school, preschool, Tumbling, Dance, and work that I won't lose my mind. So far work has been taking the front seat as we are trying to get the hospital up and running and ready before the big opening. So, sadly, I was unable to make it to Kira's first day of school (yes I did cry nearly the whole drive to work this morning feeling that the worst mom in the world for missing it) . Lucky for me I was blessed with an amazing sister who was able to take her. To be honest Kira was probably more excited to go with Jalee. Jalee also took these cute pictures of the big day.

This is her "too cool for school" pose. She loves to get her picture taken.

Here she is at Mrs. Shelley's preschool. When I got home she told me how much fun she had and about all of her friends. I just can't believe how big she is. Like every other mom on the planet--I am thinking where the time has gone. They just grow up too fast. Bryce also started Tumbling tonight. Luckily I made it home for half of it. It was so much fun to watch him. He kept looking over at me after every trick to wait for me to give him the thumbs up. I know I may be biased, but I sure do have some cute kids!

First Day of School

Bryce woke up about at 6:00 so excited for school. He was all ready to go with his backpack on nearly an hour before the bus was supposed to pick him up.



I was trying to get some pictures as he hurried off to the bus, but this blurry wave was all I got. "Bye, Mom" he yelled to me over his shoulder--not even an I will miss you, or love you--ouch! He is supposed to be scared and miss his mom while he is gone, but not Bryce. He is just too darn independent.


Here he is loading the big yellow bus-he loves his bus driver. Hopefully all goes well at school. I am sure it will, but I will just let myself think that he misses me while he is gone cuz I sure miss him. I am so lucky to have such a great, responsible kid.
I followed the bus to school to make sure he made it to his class okay, and as I was helping him hang up his back pack Mrs C stopped me. She was so funny and just kept telling me there is no way that I have a first grader (She taught me in Elementary school). Time just goes by too fast. I will be anxiously awaiting the bus this afternoon to hear all about Bryce's Day.

Recovery---UGH

So I have decided that I am sick of this whole recovery thing. First off the thought that I am now permanently disfigured is lame, but second it just plain hurts to have your abdominal muscles cut apart. Who really wants a c-section scar without even bringing home a baby--Lame, lame, lame. That is all. Onto other things. I have been really busy with my new job, which has also made recovery difficult, but I am really liking it. We are just getting our acute care unit put together and ready for the hospital opening on the 15th. As for the kids, they have been very patient and spending way too much time with a babysitter--lame. I hate leaving them and it will be so much better when I am back on a night schedule. But as for now I am dealing with the 8-4 every day. We are all getting ready for school. Bryce is so excited to be at school for lunch and Kira will be starting a preschool class. Can't believe it will be just me and Kambree. Trever has been so great and has become a great nurse and his priesthood has really helped me through. That is all for the update. I also wanted to attach a THANK YOU to everyone who has brought dinner, sent a txt, made a phone call, and helped out with the kids ,or gave a blessing. I am so blessed to have great friends and family. And to my best friend Monica--whenever you read this--You are such a great friend--It is crazy to think of how many times our paths have crossed. Thank you for listening to me vent and for being there for me through this whole process. I always walk away from our conversations feeling better about everything. Now this is the only post I am going to write about it--next one I am on to more positive things.

A little clarification (caution actual surgery photos)

Before anyone else asks me about having plastic surgery--I thought I would clear it up. It all started with a stray IUD. After an ultrasound and an Xray--it was finally found. However, not anywhere near where it was supposed to be.

So, I now knew that it would have to be surgically removed. The doctor did not know what kind of damage the IUD made, but he was pretty confident that the surgery would be a simple and laproscopically. Unfortunately it became more complicated. The IUD has apparently been out for a while (good news that the hole in my uterus healed on its own, but bad news for the surgery). It had embedded itself into tissue, which continued to grow around it. Eventually the entire piece of tissue broke loose and was found in surgery under my rib cage. this is a picture of the tissue they removed along with the IUD which I colored in purple.

The surgeon also found a cyst on my ovary, which he also removed. Strange I had no idea that it was there.

So, after an hour of surgery and a c-section sized incision I am just hoping to be back on my feet before my new job starts on monday. I was really upset that I ended up with such a nasty incision, but I am so glad that they fixed all the problems with one surgery. Thank you to all my amazing friends for all of the phone calls, txts, goodies, meals and your thoughts and prayers. Lucky me I have The greatest friends and family who have all been waiting on me. And my cute husband has been so sweet and caring. Sorry if the post is a little too graphic for some of you--most of my friends are nurses.

My Creepy Encounter

This morning after a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day at work I decided to make a quick stop at smiths for a few essential groceries before heading home. Well I grabbed a cart and into the store I went, not paying too much attention to the homeless looking man by the door. I started down the diaper aisle and noticed footsteps behind me. I glanced over my shoulder only to see the creepy man walking behind me. Obviously he didn't need diapers of that I was sure. I picked up the pace a bit gliding faster with my cart and circled quickly to the next aisle. The footsteps behind me grew faster and louder. With my heart thumping I looked around, relieved to see the bud light delivery man stocking the beer. I raced over stopping nearly right next to the poor delivery man. Creepy homeless guy followed close on my heels. I dialed Trever's number and quickly explained the situation in hushed whispers and code words. He naturally was freaking out. I picked up random drinks and casually read labels hoping my smith's stalker would leave---no such luck. After nearly five minutes I hung up the phone with Trever and decided to make a move. The bud light man could help me. Crazy homeless man continued to stare at me, and then when I was nearly freaking out he asked if I lived nearby. Okay that is it. I turned to the Bud light man with a help me PLEASE look. Startled he asked," is this man following you?" Yeah, I was saved. The man quickly turned and walked away. It was then I noticed the oh so familiar sky blue wristband with the black bar-code. Creepy homeless man suddenly became creepy hospital escapee!!! Luckily with the help of a very nice Bud Light delivery man I made it safely to my car. Seriously you can make this stuff up. My life is just so full of drama---Crazy. Hopefully this has inspired all the girls out there to keep a can of mace handy.

The Newest Johnson

Ever since our friends dog had puppies, Trever has been asking me for a dog. It is weird that both of us always had pets growing up but haven't since we have been married. I agreed with him that it was time for a puppy. We are still unsure of the name, but she is such a sweet puppy. She plays with the kids, but isn't too rowdy. She is just what we needed.

I decided that I had to get some photos of her today. She just laid there posing. So cute

She loves playing in the tall grass, she nips at it and pounces around, she is so fun to watch

I am just enjoying the time that she is still small enough for me to hold. She loves to snuggle, it is just like having a baby around. I love it. Thanks Monica and Jorge!!!