More good news and other stuff, too

Well, our desk top is broken (it's under warranty thank goodness) and our internet doesn't seem to work when Heath brings the laptop home.
I'm writing today from the Ence's.
We made it to the ear, nose, and throat doctor.
They stuck a little camera up his nose and down his throat which he didn't like one bit.
I didn't like it either. They asked I would sit him in my lap, put his legs in between mine, hold his arms down, and hold his head. I didn't cry this time but he did.
After they started I just kept hoping it would end soon.
They said his tonsils are a little enlarged but nothing to be concerned about.
Everything else looked good.
This is good news but it still leaves me wondering what is next for this baby boy.
Also, I called for the results of the blood work.
Everything is normal there too. No celiacs disease. Yes, we can still eat our wheat bread, pancakes, and cinnamon rolls. Heath is excited too. (About Asher, not necesarily the wheat)
The only thing left is the stool sample which I'm having a hard time getting for them.
This little boy is having some trouble with his bowels. Poor baby.
Heath had to start a blog for school. If you want to check it out.go to
http://www.checkoutmyblogatmyblog.blogspot.com/ (I know, right) or click here.
Asher is crawling faster now. I know I still need to get it on video.
And I will soon.
Noah's speech is still improving.
His hopes and dreams: to ride a bus, to go to a chocolate factory and to fly.
Yesterday he helped me make brownies and cookies for a church activity.
He's so cute in his little apron. (well, it's a big apron that I wrap around him a few times)
He played with 1 lb of navy beans, sorting, counting, throwing, feeding to Asher (kidding).
For the record my vacuum does pick up dried navy beans. I did wonder.
It was my grandfather's 90th birthday. Happy Birthday, Poppy.
and my mom has been very sick. I hope you are feeling better, mom. a lot better.


I really loved Elder Jeffrey R. Holland's talk at the last general conference Loved it!
Reading it is good but listening to it is better.

He says, "I want it absolutely clear when I stand before the judgment bar of God that I declared to the world … that the Book of Mormon is true."


It is true and I'm with him. If you would like a free copy, really, email me  emailerinp@gmail.com

He also says, "Prophecies regarding the last days often refer to large-scale calamities such as earthquakes or famines or floods. These in turn may be linked to widespread economic or political upheavals of one kind or another.
But there is one kind of latter-day destruction that has always sounded to me more personal than public, more individual than collective—a warning, perhaps more applicable inside the Church than outside it. The Savior warned that in the last days even those of the covenant, the very elect, could be deceived by the enemy of truth.1 If we think of this as a form of spiritual destruction, it may cast light on another latter-day prophecy. Think of the heart as the figurative center of our faith, the poetic location of our loyalties and our values; then consider Jesus’s declaration that in the last days “men’s hearts [shall fail] them.”2

Go here for the rest of the talk.

Crawling, Noah says and Happy Birthday to Heath

Asher
Asher is crawling a little now. He struggles because of his nerve injury and he tires out pretty easily but he's doing it. A week before his first birthday.

He loves to walk. I hold his little hands and he'll walk in the living room to the kitchen and back.
I do it until my back hurts and he cries for more.
He is eating a little better. We started with one shred of finely shredded cheese.
He chewed it and swallowed, not gagging. We've progressed to a pinch of cheese.
He likes the Cheetos white cheddar puffs, too. He sucks on 'em til  there soggy. yum.

He feels heavier (I think). Tomorrow is another weigh in. I don't want to get my hopes up but I really think he's gained. 
He's got such a little personality and makes me smile until my cheeks hurt. 
Even though today he didn't want me to put him down and he only took one nap.
Me, no shower, mash potatoes on my shirt, on my face, and in my greasy hair.
Yep, that's what Heath GOT to come home to.


Noah
Noah has been so funny lately. His speech has improved so much.
He loves to sing and dance. Sometimes at the same time.
He knows all the dances in the new Willy Wonka.
He loves to sing Twinkle, Twinkle, The Itsy Bitsy Spider, Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam, and I am a Child of God.
I think I'll start a new section of my posts called NOAH SAYS.
Noah Says:
"I luf gwapes" (from the new willy wonka, the crazy grandma randomly says it)
"I said good day, sir!" (at the end of the old willy wonka)
And yesterday he said to me, "Jesus Christ, Amen?"
He wanted to say a prayer so I said OK.
He told me to close my eye so I did. 
He started out saying,"Heav'nly Father" I couldn't help but open my eyes.
I saw the cutest thing. Noah had both of his hands on Asher's head. 
He continued, "nank you forw today. Jesus Chwist, Amen. 
He has seen Asher get a few Priesthood blessings so he thought he would try it, I guess. 

For some reason Noah thinks it's great to get the roll of scotch tape and wrap it around his waste. (until it's ALL gone).   Tape around the waist + daddy cutting it off = hole in the sweater vest. nice!

He calls these his shark teeth.

Heath

Well, It's Heath's birthday tomorrow. Happy Birthday you cute, camo wearing, pottery making, sandwich loving, great guy. We had a little birthday party for him on Sunday. Some friends from church were coming over for dinner and the surprise was on them. When they got to our house I decided I was going to make a cake. I found three candles and we sang happy birthday. It wasn't much but Heath starts school this week, Asher has 2 appointments just tomorrow and we have church.

  

Singing 

Our birthday guests. Sister Rowles and her son,Chase.

Noah helped cut the cake. Great Job!

HAPPY 29th BIRTHDAY HEATHY!

WE LOVE YOU!!!

Good day, Sir!

Good News!

First, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SIS, MELISSA!
Second, Asher had an appointment with the radiologist - swallow test.
it was intense.  they strapped him to a table and made him drink some stuff.
They told me to step around "the corner".
It was a piece of wall with a window, some controls and a monitor.
At first I was peeking through the window and then my eyes met his.
He looked at me like mom aren't you going to save me.
I had to hide the rest of the time. I thought it would be easier that way.
He cried, I cried, he threw up and then we cried some more and then he had to swallow some more.
It lasted 5 long minutes.
We made it  and the radiologist said he didn't see any blockages. GOOD NEWS

Then, we were off to the lab to do a sweat test.
He had to wear little electrodes that were medicated to  increased the production of sweat - 5 minute.
then he had to wear a little patch for 30 to catch all the sweat. He slept soundly for that 30 minutes.
The lady came back into our room and I asked her what was next.
She said she was going to take the patch, weigh it, and put it in this little machine.
The results would be mailed to the doctor tomorrow. Tomorrow?
She said she couldn't "legally" tell me what the results were.
I asked how the machine worked. She told me. I asked about the numbers.
Anything 39 and below = normal, 40 - 60 border line, 61+= cystic fibrosis.
Measures the chloride (I think) anyway
There was a sink near the machine that was reading his sweat.
I happened to need to wash Asher mimi (pacifier) at the same time she was getting results.
I looked, she saw me, then said, "yes, they are low"
they took sweat from two spots.
His arm measured 17 and his leg measured 19, both normal. MORE GOOD NEWS!

We went sledding today
I got new boots
They actually keep my feet warm.
my favorite thing that Noah says right now "What cha talkin' 'bout?"
He really has a great imagination
Heath got a sweater, it looks nice.
I found a suit coat in Heath's size at Target for $14.98 - score!
Asher will be 1 soon. I can't believe it.
I hope you are still preparing. Ya know, food storage and stuff for emergencies.
I had a miscarriage January 1st while in Utah. I'm doing fine...really...it's just not my turn yet:)
Some people say that when it rains it pours. Do they mean trials or blessings?...maybe both?

 

 Thanks to all those who are keeping our little family in their prayers.

In case you were wondering.

Well, I have no pictures because I didn't bring the cord to my camera to Utah, sorry! My boys have been sick. Fever, runny noses, coughs and extra snugly (I don't mind that part). I should feel lucky that Asher made it 11 months without a fever. We took them to the Doctor yesterday. Dr. Marsden. He was Noah's pediatrician when we lived here and I absolutely LOVE him. I mean LOVE him! He's very thorough and detailed, very nice, funny, and always remembers us. While we were there finding out that Noah had an ear infection and Asher had a viral infection in his throat (which resulted in less eating, more crying, and well... you get the picture), I told him I wanted his opinion about Asher. I told him everything. The nerve injury, the throwing up, the poor weight gain, the gaging...everything. Then he told us what he would do. Lets just say I asked if he would write it all down. My first thought was WHY didn't the doctors we have been seeing do all these things. Then questions. There was a test he thought might be good for Asher called a sweat test. I told Dr. Marsden that he does sweat a lot. He said it doesn't really have much to do with sweating. He said it was to test for cystic fibrosis. Cystic fibrosis? I knew exactly what this was because of my physical therapy training. I have never treated anyone with this illness but knew a person with it. My heart started beating quickly, I think timed actually stood still, and I felt sick. My feelings must have spread quickly to my face because the next words out of Dr. Marsden's mouth were, "I don't want to scare you. The chances are very slim but we want to rule everything out." Our insurance is not good in Utah so we decided to wait until we get home to get the test done. Upon leaving the office my mind and heart went to prayer. I reflected on this past year with all it's doctors appointments, worrying, wondering and tears. Then came the good part...the eternal perspective, remembering my faith, remembering all the blessings. I was comforted and knew that whatever happened I could handle it. Whatever happened would be what Heavenly Father wanted for us. I have to say that the old me might have curled up in bed and cried for a while. Not yesterday, I admit that I shed a few tears but I feel like the faith that I have gained has prepared me (in a way) for whatever lies ahead. I'm not saying it will be easy, just easier.

I need thee every hour, Most gracious Lord.
No tender voice like thine can peace afford.
I need thee , oh, I need thee; Every hour I need thee!
Oh, bless me now my Savior; I come to thee!

-I Need Thee Every Hour (pg.98 LDS Hymnal)