Sunday, September 16, 2012

Its Not Whether You Win or Lose...

Classic. If you are ever in need of a good laugh, come check out these boys play soccer. It's hilarious. Max flat out refused to play during his first game unless Aaron held his hand, so we're just thrilled that he is even willing to step on the field--forget dribbling, passing, and scoring goals. Max is absolutely oblivious to the game going on around him, he just rans from one side of the field to the other, giving Aaron and I big "thumbs up" signs.


I think Hank has a bright future on defense--he has a talent for just being in the way. He doesn't get his foot on the ball often--always just one step behind--but he is great at jamming things up.

Shaping Up

Little Joey has been giving Mommy a run for her money these days. He hasn't got the hang of sleeping through the night, he isn't so interested in baby food, and he complains unless he is being carried and in constant motion. Tired Mommy told Joey he better shape up--or else. Smart Joey figured out this new trick--sitting up--and is a much, much happier baby...making Mommy happy, too.

Stick a Fork In It

HE'S DONE! This little boy is sooo happy to be done with 60 hours of therapy! Woohoo! You made it, Benny! Was it worth all the hardwork, sweat, and tears? The results say it all: Benny is on the go, a full-fledged walking machine!

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Look Who is a Preschooler!

From the moment he woke up, Max began his protest against starting preschool. He didn't want to get dressed, he didn't want to eat breakfast, he didn't want to comb his hair--he did NOT want to go to preschool. Poor Max had to be pried from Dad's legs, left at preschool kicking and screaming. Magically, when Nana Z returned two hours later to pick him up, he had two thumbs up and declared that preschool was awesome! So, these photos were taken after his first day of preschool. 


"I Can" Do Hard Things

Ben started an intensive, four-hour each day, therapy program at a facility in Provo called "Now I Can" last week. The therapy involves a rigorous combination of specific patterns of stretching/positioning, the use of a "neuro suit" (see below), spider therapy, neuro-developmental therapy, and functional physical therapy. We enrolled Ben in this special program because we were looking for big results: we wanted Ben to become a competent walker. We knew at the outset that the program would be challenging--nothing worthwhile comes easy, right? We are now a week and a half into our session--It. Is. HARD! Last week Ben cried hysterically for four-hours straight, five days in a row. I thought my heart was going to literally break in two--pure torture for us both! The expression parents use before disciplining their children, "this will hurt me more than it hurts you," could not be more true. It has been gut-wrenching to watch Ben struggle. If I didn't love him so much, I would have never put him through such a difficult experience. But, I love Ben too much--I want the world for him and expect nothing less--and felt we had to do this for him, even if he doesn't appreciate it right now. I am so proud of how hard Ben has worked this week--literally dripping with sweat after each session--and so excited to see his progress. In just a week and a half, Ben has made tons of improvement in his walking. Benny, I know you can do it. You CAN do hard things! Never forget it.



Labor Day in the SLC

When Nana and Papa Z came to visit over Labor Day, we got to visit temple square and tour the conference center. Temple Square is such a special place...I love the beautiful grounds, the pairs of international missionaries roaming around, and the brides being photographed on their special day.



Happy Day of Birth

It's mindblowing that I'm married to a thirty-five year old man! How did that happen?! Weren't we just two college kids, madly in love, frolicking on the beach without a care in the world just yesterday?? Crazy! I'm so glad you were born, Honey. I love you to the moon and stars and back! Happy Birthday!