tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67886097025982821802024-03-10T20:24:02.082-07:00Liver for LuLuJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040930667168867613noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-17830406723869858322012-11-03T16:09:00.000-07:002012-11-03T21:39:39.370-07:00An ode to Bob Marley- every little thing- turned out alright!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Life has been extremely busy but beyond good at the Badger home. <br />
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Despite 2 or 3 ER visits for fevers/minor illness, some weird labs mandating numerous consecutive blood draws and a lot of worry on my part, regular clinic visits, regular blood draws, twice daily anti-rejection medication, a weird but resolvable period of time balancing LuLu's Prograf level and liver enzyme numbers- (that was a mouth full) we have had a phenomenal 16-month stint without being hospitalized. (high kick, toe-touches...GO LULU!, that hurt my groin because I am no longer a flexible cheerleader like I was 13 years ago- but she deserves a little cheer) <br />
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I never could have imagined we'd actually go more than several weeks or a few months without the interruption of a hospital stay in our lives. It has only been the past few months that I'm finally no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe we will ride this wave for quite sometime before it crashes and we return to Primary Childrens Hospital, IV's and solitary confinement in the ICSU, I ought to just enjoy every minute until then. And, I am. It's been a rewiring of my brain not to think of every move we make in terms of "LuLu could get sick...if we-________" fill in a very normal, outside of our home activity such as a movie in a theatre or the aquarium. I know she really was given a literal second chance at life the day she was given Ashley's liver- and I have to let her live. (have to, have to, have to...note to self) I don't plan to home school, (which I would totally suck at anyways) she is in traditional preschool---and it's the traditional path we plan to stay on as long as we possibly can. She's in her second year of ballet with her best little friends and it still feels like a blessing from above every Tuesday as we gear up for dance. We've gone to movies in theatres, museums, the zoo, vacations, Disneyland, every park within 20 miles, play dates in other peoples homes and here we still stand. (visits do and always will exclude restaurant playlands and riding in the carts at grocery stores that have a car on the front end) I don't follow her around anymore spraying everything before she touches it, (well sometimes I do when I didn't forget the bottle in my trunk) though I want to in my heart every single step she takes. Germs to me are like the monster under the bed, boogy man in the closet, the creepy guy in the van with no windows. Actually, we own a bright neon green work van with no windows- but at least it's a tender, sweet, cute, young Latino boy named Tonio driving it. Next time we will invest in windows.<br />
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I still wish I had her in controlled, steralized environment every minute of every day, but know it isn't <strike>easy to do</strike> realistic. We could try putting her in a bubble, but feel like we might get called in to DCFS-- and can't have any calls like that until AFTER the adoption is finalized. ;) I remind myself daily, some times hourly that this girl truly deserves to have a life full of rich experiences, friendships with kids with snotty noses and coughs and personal growth. And IF/when we have to make stops along the way in the hospital to overcome illness- it will all have been worth it in the end.<br />
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I'm so grateful I no longer self-identify as a mother of an ill child though I'll never forget that feeling or my empathy for other moms walking in those shoes. That's all I felt like I was for a few years-- now I am just a mother who has to be careful with her precious, fragile immune-system-girl because of what may be trolling around the next turn. <br />
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I'd say we have been very lucky as our liver friend Lydia battled cancer after her transplant, our little Harmonee-major rejection issues for well over a year...many people are not able to hold on to life before an organ becomes available. The woman who received the other half of Ashley's liver died within the first several months post-transplant. I really wanted to meet her one day, put Ashley's liver back together- side by side with lulu. Maybe in Heaven. I know it could have been much harder, much worse or the worst tragedy in my life to lose her, but she is here and I am extremely grateful.<br />
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Our magic, SECRET recipe that I plan to sell for a lot of money, become mega rich and make some major headway on the worlds orphan crisis (146 million and counting fyi) is this: <br />
16 cups of dumb luck mixed with-<br />
2 1/2 cups of crazy, neurotic Mom & Dad<br />
4 cups of Clorox bleach <br />
dash of pink glitter<br />
5 cups Organic Almond Milk<br />
Daily princess vitamins<br />
a smidge of Barbie hair blended with a Crayola crayon<br />
Mix all together, Bake at 450, for 48 minutes<br />
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Cool, serve over ice cream while you pray with your fingers, eyes and toes crossed that the health Gods will forever be in your favor.<br />
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xoxoThe House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-90031983742928793642012-08-05T15:57:00.000-07:002012-08-05T15:57:28.939-07:00Merry little Christmas 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"> "no place like home"</span><br />
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</div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-47756737966374864602012-01-04T15:13:00.001-08:002012-01-04T16:42:53.304-08:00They say it's your birthday!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8RW3RfbsMe7pCaaC9LQwnpC3w9gpsRn7Kr4HDgUH0L6yTL7bfIMaKf27Su3ArHKBhLYznmDI1bFejvh-ifVYPmfOgXoKfhmmXerOI4csY6HMBixN7_qeUk7dxpuJMNfy8Qt62nOL0BI/s1600/xmas+lu+bday+2011+048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693938447282154130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8RW3RfbsMe7pCaaC9LQwnpC3w9gpsRn7Kr4HDgUH0L6yTL7bfIMaKf27Su3ArHKBhLYznmDI1bFejvh-ifVYPmfOgXoKfhmmXerOI4csY6HMBixN7_qeUk7dxpuJMNfy8Qt62nOL0BI/s320/xmas+lu+bday+2011+048.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNV-PuzVAOAIK09fVDRjGnRPzDwOXsGecgwA5knoRuks1zVCHyobQbsu1IuxQUdgEVJy_rOxzdGb8x7JAHlwAzXl406tArG0LKM10Xub74seWkXRKh0tSsPYpCrB_JWEix7sE02Rfy7K4/s1600/xmas+lu+bday+2011+049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693938439791148114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNV-PuzVAOAIK09fVDRjGnRPzDwOXsGecgwA5knoRuks1zVCHyobQbsu1IuxQUdgEVJy_rOxzdGb8x7JAHlwAzXl406tArG0LKM10Xub74seWkXRKh0tSsPYpCrB_JWEix7sE02Rfy7K4/s320/xmas+lu+bday+2011+049.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiib6XINAoGOBqRY3NMXMIIMgpnBzmaiExyyI_1dJ6c0l_A9SHaDRjxAg_RhVXlKVTTZ48KkoesGA-rbbKaA8WYKUQqa6CRZkKNJBHd9A8_dx_c33GaEahxokyzR-w1pEiWNKUXD0u3qJo/s1600/xmas+lu+bday+2011+054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693935236082623170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiib6XINAoGOBqRY3NMXMIIMgpnBzmaiExyyI_1dJ6c0l_A9SHaDRjxAg_RhVXlKVTTZ48KkoesGA-rbbKaA8WYKUQqa6CRZkKNJBHd9A8_dx_c33GaEahxokyzR-w1pEiWNKUXD0u3qJo/s320/xmas+lu+bday+2011+054.JPG" /></a>Earrings, take 2. (last round closed up) She was a champ, didn't cry- didn't even want to sit on my lap...I guess that's what happens when you have a medical baby. Needles don't scare this girl.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1s11R_7Uif3hqa4vTf0wEgWGeqa9fXkH4jzbzxqjY23uyjacWpY7gVmfw4JVUaeMsVBmbo2wu3Ssd9t3DZOHEKkQkj-wfEcUA3npjgMRmI5xDfTiZM_f7CM7Q3nYaqIUM-0MBUi9zKQ/s1600/xmas+lu+bday+2011+047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693934511954184626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1s11R_7Uif3hqa4vTf0wEgWGeqa9fXkH4jzbzxqjY23uyjacWpY7gVmfw4JVUaeMsVBmbo2wu3Ssd9t3DZOHEKkQkj-wfEcUA3npjgMRmI5xDfTiZM_f7CM7Q3nYaqIUM-0MBUi9zKQ/s320/xmas+lu+bday+2011+047.JPG" /></a>Had pizza and presents...with bubby, daddy and aunt mary jane.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmR0jub8itg5DVKfxoggQWavL6CrRBb3x3MI0b0EHIPt95wtbwU0lidwLxZtHedNH5cqNQcZQntZ1wawtn_Yztxjxq1lP-SINRCvfZotl_y9xA-ZSYJhRzG9IC2BbaTu6WZ05nFqkRP9c/s1600/xmas+lu+bday+2011+045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693930762038378146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmR0jub8itg5DVKfxoggQWavL6CrRBb3x3MI0b0EHIPt95wtbwU0lidwLxZtHedNH5cqNQcZQntZ1wawtn_Yztxjxq1lP-SINRCvfZotl_y9xA-ZSYJhRzG9IC2BbaTu6WZ05nFqkRP9c/s320/xmas+lu+bday+2011+045.JPG" /></a>...Cute Christmas card from MJ, will frame this and put with my holiday decorations. Sawyer will need to see that Santa can be black too...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGyIsyPNjlTUhyphenhyphenUvFKNiHxYTXDdUJg5DoiB45bwO13OK6CCqOfT2dk3Wz-oDkDxcuzbD-GieDf2v3iMMFF_PeDg8nCMv6bWT1CywQLtcFyPKM6HnGgI49U12VvwcLe0cIKZdsCQZpzyaYt/s1600/xmas+lu+bday+2011+032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693927599676622882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGyIsyPNjlTUhyphenhyphenUvFKNiHxYTXDdUJg5DoiB45bwO13OK6CCqOfT2dk3Wz-oDkDxcuzbD-GieDf2v3iMMFF_PeDg8nCMv6bWT1CywQLtcFyPKM6HnGgI49U12VvwcLe0cIKZdsCQZpzyaYt/s320/xmas+lu+bday+2011+032.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_jnF0_yMfen0UfNaIoOZ0GbsA8FkiRL8oS4McWjGkq4Pb3yX8RKw6y0XOkDO6woPt4GC14fslBRahY-SW4ly69H4ElAY7_Zg2kxyJChc77g5ArI2IoHIkGiQYc6kYOSjFPr8xMCIFJ0Q/s1600/xmas+lu+bday+2011+034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693922134560460322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_jnF0_yMfen0UfNaIoOZ0GbsA8FkiRL8oS4McWjGkq4Pb3yX8RKw6y0XOkDO6woPt4GC14fslBRahY-SW4ly69H4ElAY7_Zg2kxyJChc77g5ArI2IoHIkGiQYc6kYOSjFPr8xMCIFJ0Q/s320/xmas+lu+bday+2011+034.JPG" /></a></div><div>Happy 3rd birthday my dear girl. Can't believe all you've been through in your short life... we love you so. so. so. so much. Party pics coming...</div></div></div></div></div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-81594059484761288522011-11-13T13:47:00.000-08:002011-11-14T10:35:10.432-08:0014th Birthday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__bqvDB6ClvXzu6DBtjqgfWgPgKnYgLiEew4w_DdWaU8dmXvWmjoIJQQGxQW101KVPBK6ls_UPxgx1YdVeff3p5GvVA5v0al1a8jemqmUfbaRCmhEy6x4asKZR8riQ2N7BnLRKq7J29M/s1600/ashleys+heaven.jpg"><span style="color:black;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674708859327350450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__bqvDB6ClvXzu6DBtjqgfWgPgKnYgLiEew4w_DdWaU8dmXvWmjoIJQQGxQW101KVPBK6ls_UPxgx1YdVeff3p5GvVA5v0al1a8jemqmUfbaRCmhEy6x4asKZR8riQ2N7BnLRKq7J29M/s320/ashleys+heaven.jpg" /></a>Ashley drew this picture shortly before dying...entitled Ashley's Heaven. We know there are horses there.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOmoDi2SCRJ_VxZu6mbM8mQ-nuoqaXBfW2jxbkBHECiHVoVDXQHepAZ7kSxmtHeMcW42Ec32PvqFJGTy48Dv90mC1uHks8-Y3B4qtznJn6fiGsW2SgUaLV9LPs-4aolZxpauP74X2zpw/s1600/nov+2011+227.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674708502884833666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOmoDi2SCRJ_VxZu6mbM8mQ-nuoqaXBfW2jxbkBHECiHVoVDXQHepAZ7kSxmtHeMcW42Ec32PvqFJGTy48Dv90mC1uHks8-Y3B4qtznJn6fiGsW2SgUaLV9LPs-4aolZxpauP74X2zpw/s320/nov+2011+227.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzZYFSoqxzhj66F9tJ92iJn8B99b7Ipx87ermJ-NqDq5VBt7q6jkrPudFtFF6NAzMq52mCD_15Yp5gzDhJWqSKxLGBDoDmriuC_GIrEBywiLcajIBpCb2Y2GipoN_s4R_TYE1FtwsfnA/s1600/nov+2011+230.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674708501568571282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzZYFSoqxzhj66F9tJ92iJn8B99b7Ipx87ermJ-NqDq5VBt7q6jkrPudFtFF6NAzMq52mCD_15Yp5gzDhJWqSKxLGBDoDmriuC_GIrEBywiLcajIBpCb2Y2GipoN_s4R_TYE1FtwsfnA/s320/nov+2011+230.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4MBXHeJoU0GkteIbcugUUPsXNGsIBtkpWxOsavmhA5BPvF3Vso4AklboKf64FjzGNHwdVPWWPAKJywpym_bSWD9pp4Kjk7YvMo5V55_j5874yG6Y_LpYDi0UAyFp9m7FJ0-pCNmqKc8/s1600/nov+2011+239.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674631980769148930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4MBXHeJoU0GkteIbcugUUPsXNGsIBtkpWxOsavmhA5BPvF3Vso4AklboKf64FjzGNHwdVPWWPAKJywpym_bSWD9pp4Kjk7YvMo5V55_j5874yG6Y_LpYDi0UAyFp9m7FJ0-pCNmqKc8/s320/nov+2011+239.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjB2ZShw52bGKMqb4ecOaOA71OaEm9_HVlCLtEDFHahr5Di8fJjkOg8WfDc4-Unh_zhsmM67FoBrk5Jg1LUTT8Wf1Zxv3zqnturGTE2KsQDsKgNaBgVNbLINGpEESwmcSnc5B2ctpJ4A/s1600/nov+2011+246.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674629783553458098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjB2ZShw52bGKMqb4ecOaOA71OaEm9_HVlCLtEDFHahr5Di8fJjkOg8WfDc4-Unh_zhsmM67FoBrk5Jg1LUTT8Wf1Zxv3zqnturGTE2KsQDsKgNaBgVNbLINGpEESwmcSnc5B2ctpJ4A/s320/nov+2011+246.JPG" /></a>Ashley, LuLu's liver donor, would have been 14 this last Monday. Her birthday is a tender day for us. Not a day goes by that we don't think of her, pass by her pictures through our house or send a prayer of gratitude each night for her and her family. But to wake up Monday morning knowing it was HER special day that should have been celebrated rather than mourned makes it all so real and sad.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>My eyes weren't dry that day for more than a few minutes at a time as I thought of Ashley, Her DAD, Her sisters, Her Grandpa, Her cousins, aunts, uncles & friends. But most of all for her dear, sweet MOM. I put myself in her shoes, knowing it could have been me to lose my daughter and how I would be feeling every moment of every day if that were so. Life would be impossible, yet so many people carry this sorrow every single day. I love Ashley's mom so much. She is a wonderful woman, so generous and so kind- it's not surprising that Ashley was who-she-was at the ripe age of 12 when she left this world behind her. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I really do wish Ashley was blowing out 14 candles, had planned a fun party and was spoiled with gifts. Maybe a horse? Would this have been the year she'd get a horse? I couldn't help but wonder.... I'd give anything to be connected to her and her family a different way. Or simply not to know them at all if it could mean they had Ashley back.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>After LuLu's preschool we went to pick up balloons. Her favorite colors, blue and purple, just like last year... 14 rather than 13. London was telling people at the party store that is was Ashley's birthday- if only they what that meant. We wanted to let them go at the donor monument down town but it turned cold and dark too soon. LuLu and Jones let them go to heaven sending each one up with kisses or words of love for Ashley. We sang Happy Birthday to her several times that day but no notes were sung as beautifully than from LuLu as she let balloons drift up to heaven. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>In the morning I asked: "LuLu what did Ashley give you?" she looked down at her bare tummy and proudly said, "a scar", "no, LuLu- what's behind the scar?" "Oh, a liver!"<br /><br />We love our Ashley! Happy Birthday sweet girl. Thank you for LuLu's perfect liver and happy life-no longer being lived in the hospital, in chronic sickness or in constant worry by all who love her. Bless donors and donor families everywhere.</div><br /><br /><div>xoxo</div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br />video link below:<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gd9t1_X9Z9s&feature=share">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gd9t1_X9Z9s&feature=share</a>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-62421701027925352132011-10-13T16:23:00.001-07:002011-10-27T17:08:07.493-07:00prima ballerina<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Wa_J-q5gSv75lKmLccL3xx3LQQ105sXUOQWZ0NDAZS_TdOJTkCF-uBgttxQLMuumBgeHapRyCp74c2Y3ftFBbV6Exo3YJ1ehdT8i9crw8H5FFvi9nba9QIAtHgevssmqTzjgvtQav-o/s1600/lu+and+liv+3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663125872840063842" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Wa_J-q5gSv75lKmLccL3xx3LQQ105sXUOQWZ0NDAZS_TdOJTkCF-uBgttxQLMuumBgeHapRyCp74c2Y3ftFBbV6Exo3YJ1ehdT8i9crw8H5FFvi9nba9QIAtHgevssmqTzjgvtQav-o/s320/lu+and+liv+3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 120px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 180px;" /></a><br />
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My little Lu started dance about a month ago. We are taking with our dear little friend Olivia and it's a weekly 45 minute slice of heaven. I softly cried through her first class. It wasn't too long ago that I wondered if my sick baby would be able to dance one day. (insert picture of SICK LuLu in liver and kidney failure, or vented and tubed and IV'd to the hilltops) I count my lucky stars that her transplant did come in time. Sweet London gets a chance to do anything and everything in life.<br />
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I recently came across <a href="http://aniandmatttaylor.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">this blog</span> </a>that had so many similarities to ours it was uncanny but her little liver didn't come in time. I was hysterical in the wee hours of the night when I finished reading Ruby's story from beginning to end. I thought I was going to have a panic attack, my throat was closing up I could hardly breathe. The grief I felt for this young mom hit me to my core. I spent the rest of the night curled up with London in her crib. Holding her tight and recounting my blessings. I wondered why that wasn't us and what if it was? it could have been....<br />
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I was ashamed in those hours that I don't remember all we learned through our trials with London on an hourly or at least daily basis. I had begged James to do bedtime with the kids on this particular night because I had just had enough of them for one day. My heart ached that I didn't tuck them in, read to them, sing to them, kiss them--because I could. My sweet children are alive and well and I gave up a bedtime with them- something that Ruby's mom would die for. I cried for our Sweet donor Ashley's mom and imagined how empty her arms must feel. <br />
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So lessons relearned, seeing LuLu in the special glory that is hers rather than such a terrible two. I thank God she has such a strong spirit, it served her well through disease and sickness and I know it will continue to be such an asset for wise, beautiful, tough as nails LuLu. Love you girl.<br />
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xoxo<br />
lizzieThe House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-64703273318265982362011-09-05T19:53:00.001-07:002011-09-05T21:05:45.149-07:00Ode to Ashley<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh610_rCqyHZa9YOsPMzl6qwYSak2s8bqdWA9Z2aBBwLwB6kcOL2PXhw4ZcXW8lxw0V4mK44sGikEgCdmacE1imkJPeY-E2VF628Jg13HZDsS2wJnRuxm-bUmyddFjFtXXs0Dm6rLcBPw/s1600/summer+2011+052.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649088833998134146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh610_rCqyHZa9YOsPMzl6qwYSak2s8bqdWA9Z2aBBwLwB6kcOL2PXhw4ZcXW8lxw0V4mK44sGikEgCdmacE1imkJPeY-E2VF628Jg13HZDsS2wJnRuxm-bUmyddFjFtXXs0Dm6rLcBPw/s320/summer+2011+052.JPG" /></a> Kissing Ashley's name on the Donor Wall.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0Pv5ytQeLFKkujKVrk7L3_tBQHjZ8wn235JpPiCBdcoYt9iZr1Wfai0jDGzzQy64XsJIcHeihzbeQtfkOaqG0HdROqZvKdwFLjwc0rG6CTBVsKrzyviIZpGzEoF8bUVoPBj9tiq7bHk/s1600/summer+2011+044.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649088816008195010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0Pv5ytQeLFKkujKVrk7L3_tBQHjZ8wn235JpPiCBdcoYt9iZr1Wfai0jDGzzQy64XsJIcHeihzbeQtfkOaqG0HdROqZvKdwFLjwc0rG6CTBVsKrzyviIZpGzEoF8bUVoPBj9tiq7bHk/s320/summer+2011+044.JPG" /></a>Ashley Lauren Maynard...can you find it?</div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9a8Z6BvMA68s-rK8Yccgawhrybt4gj1rS7wIEbUuVOjLw6iZjTWxW7cK4UNKTuZNqU9c06rOF3rkCEeYp0YzAlU6uGo_uWy2kyTGvgyNwt-tr1GXLxLqDczJE_nrFmMUR6qyaOZNSOo/s1600/summer+2011+047.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649088798410801778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9a8Z6BvMA68s-rK8Yccgawhrybt4gj1rS7wIEbUuVOjLw6iZjTWxW7cK4UNKTuZNqU9c06rOF3rkCEeYp0YzAlU6uGo_uWy2kyTGvgyNwt-tr1GXLxLqDczJE_nrFmMUR6qyaOZNSOo/s320/summer+2011+047.JPG" /></a>LuLu met her Livers Daddy for the first time this weekend and we loved spending time with him, remembering Ashley and eating good food. London calls him LiverDaddy, so cute.</div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKsccisRO-VpuyhycrwG-kW7EHkhSscRBOeKBIG9P8l-3SLSNR9liB8dw4O1ITnCVGIe1L1-4Y2VMjA9JxSf8O6rg0SW3P3-p3Ub__i3k-ZNz8_glBmwMW5c_qLxYpEpI5M1FlG1b8jw/s1600/summer+2011+043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649080146653190434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKsccisRO-VpuyhycrwG-kW7EHkhSscRBOeKBIG9P8l-3SLSNR9liB8dw4O1ITnCVGIe1L1-4Y2VMjA9JxSf8O6rg0SW3P3-p3Ub__i3k-ZNz8_glBmwMW5c_qLxYpEpI5M1FlG1b8jw/s320/summer+2011+043.JPG" /></a>Our parents and almost all of mine and James' siblings, nieces and nephews were at the ceremony and unveiling of the wall. It was a great morning. I'd recommend going to the amazing, beautiful monument that is on the SE corner of the Salt Lake Library. It is spectacular.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0b-pL2v-j7BMuF5ZPd4sH9XajJtRjFqEpPpAtK6QQeKe33WY4SOr9EqIWYdoNzI6zCd7NYOJX01Vw3Tofxd-TdM2Fu2lU0vx5WhKWNpd_q-5fo-MVO4TBEsTsWlpE5lSNbkppgWD2rU/s1600/summer+2011+039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649080140253513906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0b-pL2v-j7BMuF5ZPd4sH9XajJtRjFqEpPpAtK6QQeKe33WY4SOr9EqIWYdoNzI6zCd7NYOJX01Vw3Tofxd-TdM2Fu2lU0vx5WhKWNpd_q-5fo-MVO4TBEsTsWlpE5lSNbkppgWD2rU/s320/summer+2011+039.JPG" /></a> Meeting LuLu. He has known her well through her blog but this was the first time they were able to meet as Will lives back east. We appreciate his love and concern for London and her health.<br /></div><br /><div>I'm sad I missed the opportunity of getting pictures with Ashleys Grandpa and cousins but are so glad we got to visit with them. Love you Maynard Family!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioW3mfeyEmfGWnkiitCuBvVDMBYLfB9FaH9OKaC8ji0Y7q_DFc-l_Irq5CXhZ1cDeh_adarSM9SbK3L1-C-PlXRKdG6hg7QTCCRYhXJZG80VEuZC-kmzfmctQKd_XQR0gs6yTS87TqD5s/s1600/summer+2011+034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649076459923868866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioW3mfeyEmfGWnkiitCuBvVDMBYLfB9FaH9OKaC8ji0Y7q_DFc-l_Irq5CXhZ1cDeh_adarSM9SbK3L1-C-PlXRKdG6hg7QTCCRYhXJZG80VEuZC-kmzfmctQKd_XQR0gs6yTS87TqD5s/s320/summer+2011+034.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1uSLY0fP4w-k9DQ8DlxRUCBf7uQVpmwT2a3ZZnU-qiO2RxFn2jsgI0Bs72bulqtlOmT4KpAeM68vhX0vWhu3zHS-RJ5U_eJvCOipIP9jEFC4H_YkoONZ-kz_1IPIBMgDmTblJPwXCvZw/s1600/summer+2011+023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649076445772377490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1uSLY0fP4w-k9DQ8DlxRUCBf7uQVpmwT2a3ZZnU-qiO2RxFn2jsgI0Bs72bulqtlOmT4KpAeM68vhX0vWhu3zHS-RJ5U_eJvCOipIP9jEFC4H_YkoONZ-kz_1IPIBMgDmTblJPwXCvZw/s320/summer+2011+023.JPG" /></a> Me and my miracle.</div></div></div></div></div></div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-13508006490894356812011-08-17T17:20:00.000-07:002011-08-17T17:40:37.826-07:00PUZZLE, yard sale extravaganza & application sent!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLsZNqLoxfuZMEYxGTpjRMO7gdLxxFeHXLdThcwTbS2NOGojNlOefdvExUi1vvOsWBeG5nH7iIYioY_SA8FMohmT0ST-TEZA_0jyzQScudqgWdBagEYo93GfnUZU-O0-ILV5tbAJc8-0/s1600/yard+sale+071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641988180621521746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLsZNqLoxfuZMEYxGTpjRMO7gdLxxFeHXLdThcwTbS2NOGojNlOefdvExUi1vvOsWBeG5nH7iIYioY_SA8FMohmT0ST-TEZA_0jyzQScudqgWdBagEYo93GfnUZU-O0-ILV5tbAJc8-0/s320/yard+sale+071.JPG" /></a>
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<br />The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-86775661992960913932011-08-04T11:42:00.001-07:002011-08-04T12:30:37.347-07:00Plus 1 pleaseWhat started out as a grave diagnosis for LuLu over 2 years ago has led us down many paths filled with sorrow and turmoil as well as amazing, unique blessings.<br /><br />To name only a few (of the good stuff)... our association with people we would have otherwise never known.<br />Our appreciation for health and the life of our children in a whole new light. <br />Our respect for people in the medical profession and all the loving hands at PCMC-- I have always thought doctors and nurses were great (my mom being one of them) but it is different when your child would not be alive without them. <br />Our gratitude to live in America where we have resources at our fingertips that others can only dream of. <br />We have been loved and surrounded by friends and family that have carried us through hard, hard times.<br />Our love for a new extended family that is our donors. And a DEEP love for our Ashley angel.<br /><br />HOW??? would we grow our family in the future was burning in my mind and heart when we found out that what London had was a genetic disease passed down from both James and I. The seed was planted that evening in February 2010 I just didn't know what it would look like when it bloomed.<br /><br />The chances of having another child with Alpha-1 is 1 in 4, a carrier for the disease 2 in 4. For a little while I toyed with the idea of "taking our chances" and accepting whatever God gave us. We would never take back our LuLu and the same would be said for a future child ill or not. Fast forward many months of seeing her suffer, thoughts and times of actually coming close to losing her, waiting for another child to die so that she might have a healthy liver and finally flourish... We will not be playing with those odds. I can't do it to myself, my family and especially not another baby.<br /><br />We researched fertility treatments. Genetic testing. Adoption. Just being happy with our 2. Until our trip to Haiti in March we were still undecided though adoption seemed like the best decision to us. After Haiti it was all I could think about, in particular an orphaned child from there. It was a major disappointment for James and I to learn definitively that Haiti would not be an option for us because of age and marriage requirements. It felt like a deep loss as we love the children there who are so desperate for a home. We went back to trying to feel like maybe our family was complete with 2 as we didn't feel like genetic counseling was for us nor did domestic adoption feel like the right path for us.<br /><br />We are still so sad that Haiti's red tape and broken system prevent adoptions from happening but are grateful for what we saw, learned and felt there and knew they weren't the only orphaned children needing a Mom and Dad...and a Jonah and a LuLu. So, thus the search continued and has led us to <strong>Ethiopia</strong>. It feels good again and right. It will be another road filled with uncertainty, ups and downs as well as great lessons that will be as rich as the ones we have experienced the last two years. God has led us in this direction and we are following a little blindly as the expense of adoption, especially internationally feels like a road block that will be impossible to get around. But, as I have heard a million times in my life- "Where there's a will, there's a way" and that shall be my mantra.The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-36301222186838758682011-07-25T00:06:00.000-07:002011-07-25T21:55:38.594-07:00home for the fireworks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTIhajl9rMJNVS3yG5H0WV59jHRmM7f0TGb1sGXadhFN3wBSnTe5zTOu8WM-y3PC8qfYnR_68L5OeYVWx7PKXbjvb7CMu6lHJYSkfN6gvzjkP12QRZrFZ_g8K2-i_Q4Rz1WT8TkejTeE/s1600/july+i+phone+026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633196890309850274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTIhajl9rMJNVS3yG5H0WV59jHRmM7f0TGb1sGXadhFN3wBSnTe5zTOu8WM-y3PC8qfYnR_68L5OeYVWx7PKXbjvb7CMu6lHJYSkfN6gvzjkP12QRZrFZ_g8K2-i_Q4Rz1WT8TkejTeE/s320/july+i+phone+026.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsCecp4EKzlFpHqY6b1V_pN6Bc5GPmXzRJOMYtDGJd6Phs4e_qFsldC105lF2zZlQ13ICrkDC68vTfMKlP51G3llqk3TiZM1srxmQMK9dibAO42wjefDUeseAvFi-pLnSdk8mRPg1M8k/s1600/july+i+phone+015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633196886417821170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsCecp4EKzlFpHqY6b1V_pN6Bc5GPmXzRJOMYtDGJd6Phs4e_qFsldC105lF2zZlQ13ICrkDC68vTfMKlP51G3llqk3TiZM1srxmQMK9dibAO42wjefDUeseAvFi-pLnSdk8mRPg1M8k/s320/july+i+phone+015.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6DeyiR2dYzCXhRdSAb25qpOL_WTqfBim7KXlBod1kzdKGRna-IvBaScT-f4u4lCP0lIq9lvr7ZiRSmntg07OjB67EECJbnyDNVqNVUlGy_4n-1J3P8fOCQmFxVDdTjug73-voOxL_kqo/s1600/july+i+phone+017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633196878715705970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6DeyiR2dYzCXhRdSAb25qpOL_WTqfBim7KXlBod1kzdKGRna-IvBaScT-f4u4lCP0lIq9lvr7ZiRSmntg07OjB67EECJbnyDNVqNVUlGy_4n-1J3P8fOCQmFxVDdTjug73-voOxL_kqo/s320/july+i+phone+017.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Ae5unKiUhwRN6HYanH7gSqUJYX1dWLoXMZxUO_R852r6dFpAxk6DUslkHoNP6RU-GX3xjldODU99GmNwdATI_fzhI43sSDoPV1dwa4yL9OOmAeRSFv0erV5TNMnwIln4C7wG6mf0tYE/s1600/july+i+phone+019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633192669054037490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Ae5unKiUhwRN6HYanH7gSqUJYX1dWLoXMZxUO_R852r6dFpAxk6DUslkHoNP6RU-GX3xjldODU99GmNwdATI_fzhI43sSDoPV1dwa4yL9OOmAeRSFv0erV5TNMnwIln4C7wG6mf0tYE/s320/july+i+phone+019.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIU3UPx8A4nFQNo906Bh-W0rMrkRunTG-47a_s04J0kQCMAo1EWLy7FoDb8J3aAYa1b357DEotFe_TbevRI1yiZwzUjqj2XZ6lZ_ZS5Q-kCeNPtuUoAMXB7pRWJcxuuTQlZVJ6dRCvrZA/s1600/july+i+phone+020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633192661223360354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIU3UPx8A4nFQNo906Bh-W0rMrkRunTG-47a_s04J0kQCMAo1EWLy7FoDb8J3aAYa1b357DEotFe_TbevRI1yiZwzUjqj2XZ6lZ_ZS5Q-kCeNPtuUoAMXB7pRWJcxuuTQlZVJ6dRCvrZA/s320/july+i+phone+020.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>I didn't blame her for being mad after the day she had and then to come down and find the TRAIN wasn't on because it was a SUNDAY. Ugh. Poor girl. ;P<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsU-ZFLCID1GXrWCJIzz3dZouWoIKc3FNcg5Q7o3GjTV5JZRtqOL7Y9cK9TEXyHGXMrzdoh5LUiRoyDDUnNCXVT_qOJta_g52uY4j3HC_eljG6k3sew5JK9TeR1IxOB-hmweG3KWZl0Q/s1600/july+i+phone+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633189874271746114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsU-ZFLCID1GXrWCJIzz3dZouWoIKc3FNcg5Q7o3GjTV5JZRtqOL7Y9cK9TEXyHGXMrzdoh5LUiRoyDDUnNCXVT_qOJta_g52uY4j3HC_eljG6k3sew5JK9TeR1IxOB-hmweG3KWZl0Q/s320/july+i+phone+005.JPG" /></a> Bath time in the hospy. She is so big we graduated her to a real tub rather than a baby bucket. Just had to keep her IV sight dry...She was having a blizzzast.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqVd9awoYbbCRqAQwTVhIlMnY60fByW9FItLAdicgzA78e4tFTcb9nsxts8cCCIgIJQmLHrrcbKtaS7f9sK2rAJO7SJD6hmdI_v7SFTM8jT5anMQU09Giw5Hbn6AfLTbr8hxu1pnWSV0I/s1600/july+i+phone+011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633188223218871250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqVd9awoYbbCRqAQwTVhIlMnY60fByW9FItLAdicgzA78e4tFTcb9nsxts8cCCIgIJQmLHrrcbKtaS7f9sK2rAJO7SJD6hmdI_v7SFTM8jT5anMQU09Giw5Hbn6AfLTbr8hxu1pnWSV0I/s320/july+i+phone+011.JPG" /></a> Then some special friends came for a visit. Nate my friend from MHS and his sweet wife Suzanne who has become a dear friend of mine. Thanks for the Little Mermaid Squeekies. SHE loves them and we have yet to lose a singe one. Loves to you Gage, Kate and Eva!<br /><br />********************************<br /><br /><br /><div>We were able to be sent home in time to watch fire works on the 4th with friends from our neighborhood. We cancelled original plans to avoid crowds and get the little toad to bed at a decent time. We enjoyed visits in the hospital from friends and family and had such a great nursing staff. I will keep this positive and NOT go into the awfulness of London being cathed for a urine sample, other than to say it will never happen again. Momma wont allow it. We will go about getting pee the old fashion way. Wish I would have stuck to my guns and said no. It wasn't good for anyone, poor LuLu was so confused, hurt and felt violated. There I go. I will stop. It was among the most awful 15 minutes of my life. Love you Sweet London. You are the bravest of the brave. Stay well now...for a while anyway. xoxo </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-5752623263997329572011-07-02T16:01:00.000-07:002011-07-02T17:24:36.825-07:00make plans, cancel plans<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTNwPnPyteWHBl8Vm_T2iRnAG4jGlQfx4RNjJuCj_2ip87Ngni1mXUhhaXrZoEudAJh95hREScc19EQcBQt5adU2-IW47CU7hmh6FRepPlCG2OKoZKoK-scC_nADx5Mm72DnTh8vmGGs/s1600/hospy+july+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624914292411452946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTNwPnPyteWHBl8Vm_T2iRnAG4jGlQfx4RNjJuCj_2ip87Ngni1mXUhhaXrZoEudAJh95hREScc19EQcBQt5adU2-IW47CU7hmh6FRepPlCG2OKoZKoK-scC_nADx5Mm72DnTh8vmGGs/s320/hospy+july+003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcFnH-7qfqg-IugxaxuvYLM-zKwhC8YTY4JYS7a8RigWD9ejzk3hxaTnXvJW6a1qJ3KfBEyLWwyeYUuI8tZGXaJUgYI2oWGHVfv65qCCTI9ZPZ4-LTTcqQR79d1AOWq004jn1yrBlavI/s1600/hospy+july+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624914147272781058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcFnH-7qfqg-IugxaxuvYLM-zKwhC8YTY4JYS7a8RigWD9ejzk3hxaTnXvJW6a1qJ3KfBEyLWwyeYUuI8tZGXaJUgYI2oWGHVfv65qCCTI9ZPZ4-LTTcqQR79d1AOWq004jn1yrBlavI/s320/hospy+july+006.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8F6EZruCO1gUgQwuMJWBhbWea7ITRUlRuNHalzRUaHJoCbWedsOaxdEuA8IntsxdVIzKgopLAiij7GFlZCTjSSx9zhL46gA5CuakF8mC8eMmt4HjV7hnl96jh1EyIlS76GRrQvvHv3A/s1600/hospy+july+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624914144240658754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8F6EZruCO1gUgQwuMJWBhbWea7ITRUlRuNHalzRUaHJoCbWedsOaxdEuA8IntsxdVIzKgopLAiij7GFlZCTjSSx9zhL46gA5CuakF8mC8eMmt4HjV7hnl96jh1EyIlS76GRrQvvHv3A/s320/hospy+july+012.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3SoBGqqh19lgWbRYa4AGryRqH5C5EumHdqh1DVAN3L75QEPlMObduhpWzMPKIWPPH4tIsCWkHfhl4LRfbdck6KGI7gxxcfhB74DFM65S0EVzA8bZhyphenhyphentTGiYRSnRZIUFjN_tx1C76fo8/s1600/hospy+july+018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624905513969406082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3SoBGqqh19lgWbRYa4AGryRqH5C5EumHdqh1DVAN3L75QEPlMObduhpWzMPKIWPPH4tIsCWkHfhl4LRfbdck6KGI7gxxcfhB74DFM65S0EVzA8bZhyphenhyphentTGiYRSnRZIUFjN_tx1C76fo8/s320/hospy+july+018.JPG" /></a> the bow was a nice touch, lulu appreciated it....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFA2AyCrH5mr6HQSU4YLpdqRdcI-QN1AuJM5JCYl-EbceYhTww9a1isyTQWmjeimifUC29N5DZk5yl7Lc7lkSWPyeaKffuufASJXs3xt36g0aALaGVHSvIEZhttSNgSr3l-2jJ2k4YcAg/s1600/hospy+july+020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624905508960622002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFA2AyCrH5mr6HQSU4YLpdqRdcI-QN1AuJM5JCYl-EbceYhTww9a1isyTQWmjeimifUC29N5DZk5yl7Lc7lkSWPyeaKffuufASJXs3xt36g0aALaGVHSvIEZhttSNgSr3l-2jJ2k4YcAg/s320/hospy+july+020.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jYiAmFIoUFrUE3OTaAXHjKLRICE057h5caM6mOZTWXvdoOJiBho0IMrT2P7wo_hekbCeM_Hw_5WHhrzvEaqvpjAZ6ggU-orcFN32nYkuWueCJqAGpS71Ag9Ep2WVp6S4oZ1YzLo6oEs/s1600/hospy+july+021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624905506511763538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jYiAmFIoUFrUE3OTaAXHjKLRICE057h5caM6mOZTWXvdoOJiBho0IMrT2P7wo_hekbCeM_Hw_5WHhrzvEaqvpjAZ6ggU-orcFN32nYkuWueCJqAGpS71Ag9Ep2WVp6S4oZ1YzLo6oEs/s320/hospy+july+021.JPG" /></a>woke up from this nap to my mom's beautiful face...she is still my comfort just like i'm lu's. i would have loved for my mom to hop in the crib with us!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>it was going to be a really fun weekend. dirt biking this morning, birthday party for the kids, staying at a friends cabin tonight...throwing a surprise party for my sis-in-law tomorrow (SURPRISE SARA!).... but it's not unusual for us to avoid a crowd to keep London well or to cancel the fun stuff to get LuLu better. so instead we headed to PCMC this morning for a (short) stay...we should be able to leave Monday, knock on wood. we will make up for the lost fun next weekend. London's temperature got up to 103.5 which is an automatic hospital stay for her. </div><br /><br /><div>i'm not saying that watching the little mermaid on a continuous loop isn't fun....just not AS fun as plan A. it always makes me take pause to reflect on how grateful we are for modern medicine, the care we receive at Primary's, for our donor Ashley and how fortunate we are to have such a miracle child. she is an impeccable 2 year old. i hope i'm as proud of her as a teenager as i have been in her short life thus far.<br /></div><br /><div>her labs look good, she's receiving fluids and IV antibiotics, urine/stool samples look okay, so not sure what the cause of the fever- probably just a typical bug that kicks her cute, little immunosuppressed butt.</div><br /><br /><div>get well soon my little lu.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-60019670219559027452011-06-04T00:53:00.000-07:002011-06-04T13:29:45.071-07:00My Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Oeo2fxYURufAVe0BsJGP6r0YsklaOsFaBu1RCiBRmx1NAozJYHrSitMUTDtPzQOB43mutKCfZTxYtCgwCnFvMpm_kNLIKufdiKHCSlVEjByN1gF1YaWcfDnXJ5U8de4PESzPh2YaUZ0/s1600/jones+party+100.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614274005620804194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Oeo2fxYURufAVe0BsJGP6r0YsklaOsFaBu1RCiBRmx1NAozJYHrSitMUTDtPzQOB43mutKCfZTxYtCgwCnFvMpm_kNLIKufdiKHCSlVEjByN1gF1YaWcfDnXJ5U8de4PESzPh2YaUZ0/s320/jones+party+100.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJStRpcTVohx-6-mAYEOdxJo7_ZXZEIqPGVsvaWxdYDMo7APE0BKTVP1LP-KxCZGMqbLP5jWWL_n2vk1SvC8BlmuFKBXwjUB0HqhPhtgLs4gwmZhMKQIGzCazmtbUWJXSJS_LkG9l29MM/s1600/jones+party+093.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614273992004772610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJStRpcTVohx-6-mAYEOdxJo7_ZXZEIqPGVsvaWxdYDMo7APE0BKTVP1LP-KxCZGMqbLP5jWWL_n2vk1SvC8BlmuFKBXwjUB0HqhPhtgLs4gwmZhMKQIGzCazmtbUWJXSJS_LkG9l29MM/s320/jones+party+093.JPG" /></a> LuLu loves our porch and being outside. I always feel like we are making up for lost time. We enjoy side walk chalk, blowing bubbles, eating and ant watching on our porch. Her toes curl under and she's totally creeped out by the ants but she loves the thrill of finding them. She's not afraid of needles or large dogs. Go figure. We feel totally, utterly lucky to live in such a great neighborhood filled with friends we've grown to love over the last year. I don't think I could picture a better place for our kids to grow up. I am extremely grateful. LuLu has been in great health since our last hospitalization in March and we plan to keep it that way! Fingers crossed, knock on wood, Pray to God. I can't help but panic even when she gets a slight cough or runny nose that it will turn into so much more...but that's the life of a transplant kid. I have a feeling it will be a fabulous summer. :)</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglxzbw6P4F6Z-XTzyieBeiXEC5Q_DODT7TVdJXA6XivlW43wOqDYGRynHis9cDVAZGaOlq4j8m5nUJI6hj2jJ5AyGD95KRcHsKs0MejCpCCJ7R9h1rnMhQGXkAYQ3HuIG-UxOax61GDI4/s1600/jones+party+084.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614273988550975330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglxzbw6P4F6Z-XTzyieBeiXEC5Q_DODT7TVdJXA6XivlW43wOqDYGRynHis9cDVAZGaOlq4j8m5nUJI6hj2jJ5AyGD95KRcHsKs0MejCpCCJ7R9h1rnMhQGXkAYQ3HuIG-UxOax61GDI4/s320/jones+party+084.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6xZwPTU4CMLBFm00iYteTVf95r7X-L_EsYeAAZDd5EyaWw33vAnRnX6-bqa5MK1vzHD96S5YO_PT1TeW9n19mhy0W-RAcbcU1iJ-72CMVTNT_aIkLxA38YZWAtJ7XmJcIzeDGlmrZio/s1600/jones+party+075.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614273978411728562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6xZwPTU4CMLBFm00iYteTVf95r7X-L_EsYeAAZDd5EyaWw33vAnRnX6-bqa5MK1vzHD96S5YO_PT1TeW9n19mhy0W-RAcbcU1iJ-72CMVTNT_aIkLxA38YZWAtJ7XmJcIzeDGlmrZio/s320/jones+party+075.JPG" /></a>On her throne...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOqY87Fuk5s6BWB7y2d6xcbezXylCtgoDxDv4SR0Xxf3N2URh3BVSlJpUMvBDUPN9cYqnUV63n6HuXs9NkvARCHUep1D6zo0UkS0vdIWuMERFBi_c3hpuo1M8bIZTWKmar1LT0gHpsKA/s1600/i+phone+may+2011+065.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614271448453842226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOqY87Fuk5s6BWB7y2d6xcbezXylCtgoDxDv4SR0Xxf3N2URh3BVSlJpUMvBDUPN9cYqnUV63n6HuXs9NkvARCHUep1D6zo0UkS0vdIWuMERFBi_c3hpuo1M8bIZTWKmar1LT0gHpsKA/s320/i+phone+may+2011+065.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-32067993798714797462011-05-17T18:02:00.000-07:002011-05-17T18:09:50.626-07:00Prayers for little Livvy, please<a href="http://wintersfamily5.blogspot.com/">http://wintersfamily5.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />Little Livvy has been struggling and suffering for a long time now. We use to both bunk at Hotel Primarys together but as Lulu's stays have decreased in frequency- Livvy's have picked up, ALOT. <br /><br />Answers have been hard to find, the right kind of Doc- unknown. Please pray for miracles to happen for this great family. Olivia has a stong Momma, my heart breaks for her knowing how hard it is to see your baby suffer.<br /><br />I know miracles happen, we have seen them at Primarys time and again.<br /><br />xoxoThe House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-85397427212948832492011-05-10T12:29:00.001-07:002011-05-10T22:37:21.058-07:00My Mothers Day Gift<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ylaYnqsGWovOkis2qG_bCtvMpmsZtmtrxl8BjZFp5d0F6fBr4Q-3BxpgQXJGrBKLfRTfqO-Qpa22_3ZlsNfQwbnnAaG7rPZsodxDPYqtmvwuthlwjvYyLMN4gd3LpYCdD1uaQOsklmM/s1600/big+belly013.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605327281387423154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ylaYnqsGWovOkis2qG_bCtvMpmsZtmtrxl8BjZFp5d0F6fBr4Q-3BxpgQXJGrBKLfRTfqO-Qpa22_3ZlsNfQwbnnAaG7rPZsodxDPYqtmvwuthlwjvYyLMN4gd3LpYCdD1uaQOsklmM/s320/big+belly013.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>While at my Mom's house on Mother's Day we came across this picture of London. It hurts to look at. Her tummy was so swollen and uncomfortable from hypertension and would later have to be drained with a needle on several occassions. She wouldn't eat anything orally when it was this big which would make for a lot of super-foods going down her tube-which she would inevitably throw up. She use to throw up all day long. The worst was finding her asleep in it during the night or morning unknown to us.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Her arm is all bandaged up like it was for months and months because of her PICC line which would give her the nutrients directly into her blood stream to keep her nourished since she wasn't keeping her food down, nor absorbing food properly because of the damage already caused to her liver. We could never get that arm wet, which made baths a little complicated and not so much fun. After her transplant it was removed and a central line was put in which is essentially the same thing but closer to her heart, again making bath time (sponge time) hard and potentially dangerous to her. I'll never forget the first time I was able to shower with her after she had no more lines- it was one of the greatest, most special moments of my life. I'll never forget her little body clinging to me like a baby monkey, enjoying being soaked and sprayed. I cried, she laughed.</div><br /><br /><div>Seeing this picture and being reminded of what life use to be like, something I easily forget- felt like the best gift I could have been given on Mothers Day. I was made to remember that every day with her (and Jones) is the greatest blessing on Earth.</div><br /><br /><div>xoxo</div></div></div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-29939605531830262982011-04-13T13:45:00.000-07:002011-04-14T16:56:58.996-07:00To GO or not to Go, that was the question<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRktIwF2fEzp6dnVzHNDDhob0Ktt6Lmh-5yNQ_SECnXKrvFSCN4tjbVIRqOjlGlKfmNGIP16z2yBxv_kfB-VL51mNAm6h37XOvY4Zldil0TulkDwUb-sHqUGGf_t9PZ6DDpYHF2U_WQKcA/s1600/liz+iphone+031.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRktIwF2fEzp6dnVzHNDDhob0Ktt6Lmh-5yNQ_SECnXKrvFSCN4tjbVIRqOjlGlKfmNGIP16z2yBxv_kfB-VL51mNAm6h37XOvY4Zldil0TulkDwUb-sHqUGGf_t9PZ6DDpYHF2U_WQKcA/s400/liz+iphone+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595577098064747570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyMonf74xlCQ8uYjz15rQze8VCs68HeOvWdbdUTMtrhDCYb962eY32UsEjMyAPJlaAdC-riaezXJJyDCuz6T65P-KeasLIpbBkI-SpXn4CfXyVjv_usP1tb5xtp1YA4cPm0C-bcP0iXTm/s1600/liz+iphone+039.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyMonf74xlCQ8uYjz15rQze8VCs68HeOvWdbdUTMtrhDCYb962eY32UsEjMyAPJlaAdC-riaezXJJyDCuz6T65P-KeasLIpbBkI-SpXn4CfXyVjv_usP1tb5xtp1YA4cPm0C-bcP0iXTm/s400/liz+iphone+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595577094171254434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8uJvZ1WxvXTKaMyVtgD4v58mZo_nrI1W9FHPcSBMyKrBiiGHTPQ45aOrDRHDyAScvUdM6O5F930fRm5clx_XH89A-JMO69k0s_nry9iKxqxSihA9ubQdWlifip18xE3kIRywhzO6wf7Jo/s1600/liz+iphone+041.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8uJvZ1WxvXTKaMyVtgD4v58mZo_nrI1W9FHPcSBMyKrBiiGHTPQ45aOrDRHDyAScvUdM6O5F930fRm5clx_XH89A-JMO69k0s_nry9iKxqxSihA9ubQdWlifip18xE3kIRywhzO6wf7Jo/s400/liz+iphone+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595577089909694642" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNhdxn0rgoU6NJzoqkyU26r2WDEBEaZcuUhe6t3viQvk5ad8GvgIwgiDm14Q-R6Rz-Db7JHa0vC_XhRtgmMpWxjQz7yuKOCWrPmGMQnl7JCtjQley5p3LKnUlIU4o2oD4DFII_SrW-Q4/s1600/my+haiti+%25232+004.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595473699947999778" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNhdxn0rgoU6NJzoqkyU26r2WDEBEaZcuUhe6t3viQvk5ad8GvgIwgiDm14Q-R6Rz-Db7JHa0vC_XhRtgmMpWxjQz7yuKOCWrPmGMQnl7JCtjQley5p3LKnUlIU4o2oD4DFII_SrW-Q4/s320/my+haiti+%25232+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7RpSZNL5CBakt768cGoc10HUO-GFC0sHofj-vb8TjDEC9R4rZil-bXAEO59lDc0F3c6vPFOfrPjC0eD8zhJ17njKrDUPzC3B_u0kc4XNlU0oqMOvfFXfMsCpGZDNIpK1S8w4vBkyeBSw/s1600/my+haiti+%25232+008.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595473699279579154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7RpSZNL5CBakt768cGoc10HUO-GFC0sHofj-vb8TjDEC9R4rZil-bXAEO59lDc0F3c6vPFOfrPjC0eD8zhJ17njKrDUPzC3B_u0kc4XNlU0oqMOvfFXfMsCpGZDNIpK1S8w4vBkyeBSw/s320/my+haiti+%25232+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We had labs and clinic on March 29th and everything looked great. SO great that we were able to discontinue 2 of LuLu's meds. YAY. She is down to 1. I can't believe it-- a year ago we were giving her dozens. She takes Prograf (anti-rejection drug) twice a day at 9 and 9 and will forever. With Prograf comes many side effects and I've just recently had the courage to dive in and study them all out in greater detail and understanding. </div><br /><div>I know, it took me a year but I couldn't handle it emotionally until now. There is no alternative to taking it for it's the only way to prevent her from rejecting her liver and dying. So we will deal with whatever comes-as it comes. The greatest worries for me are her (much) increased risk for Melanoma and Lymphatic Cancers. She will probably never conceive a child for the side effects on a fetus are devastating. I learned this at a peak in my own grieving about not getting pregnant again myself. We have chosen not to risk this disease on another child. I am so glad I loved both pregnancies and both deliveries. Labor and delivery is the best thing in the world. </div><br /><div>I wish I had known LuLu would be my last, so I could say goodbye to that then, know it was over, the last time I'd take a brand new baby home from the hospital. It's like not being able to say goodbye to someone you love and will never see again. I stopped feeling sad for myself for I've experienced this miracle twice and just felt sorry for my little baby. </div><br /><div></div><div>I know though that adoption can and will be a wonderful experience for her if she chooses to do so. It will be it's own unique, special journey and she will be a spectacular little mother. (in like 30 years) Babies will be sent to her from God through a different medium but the ones that are suppose to be hers to love. Adoption has been on our minds a lot lately. Even before we got married James and I talked about it being something we'd love to do and we hope we can. Especially with our recent trips to Haiti the need for loving homes for these amazing children is so great. We hope to be so lucky. </div><br /><div></div><div>After LuLu's fabulous clinic appointment on that Tuesday the 29th she became really ill just hours later. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday...starting to get really worried for her and my need to cancel or pursue my trip to Haiti on the following Sunday. We went for labs Friday to check the little lady out and she got really ill in the main lobby of the hospital. We were sent to the ER for testing and to start receiving fluids and meds. I began to say goodbye to Haiti... London was admitted to the hospital and made a really quick turn around. My hopes to go began to flicker again and allowed myself til Saturday to see how she was doing before deciding one way or the other. Tests came back positive for Rotovirus (yes, something she was immunized for) but having already been sick for so many days figured she was at the tail end of it. Her improvement overnight was basically a full recovery and as soon as we were released that afternoon I began to pack and looked forward to an experience of a lifetime.</div><br /><div></div>Thankfully London did so well while we were gone and I had no doubts about ALL the capable hands her and Jonah were left in. And Haiti was the best thing that could have happened to me.<br /><div><br /></div></div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-22505093366603754802011-03-17T22:24:00.000-07:002011-03-18T00:05:27.246-07:00A weekend away-the real kind<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_sYMdko9vlsKPHp3Zqeak2l_Q7mpcATcNaiAEsdMs8MzMkfxbIEPq7an1LZ4AOeRivDkslXI83lRCvxhyphenhyphenXr6Ox3pEubFFlC7WbP82uQNHM1GXeuzVL4ojgVdY-FsnDIu3Wm0RgCkiXQ/s1600/march+2011+511.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585307140489883330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_sYMdko9vlsKPHp3Zqeak2l_Q7mpcATcNaiAEsdMs8MzMkfxbIEPq7an1LZ4AOeRivDkslXI83lRCvxhyphenhyphenXr6Ox3pEubFFlC7WbP82uQNHM1GXeuzVL4ojgVdY-FsnDIu3Wm0RgCkiXQ/s320/march+2011+511.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIR9umqhw93RjIXEV4b0prEQ-itkJX2hhv_Dc9IpFKAVsAirhl_ho_b1ikwvT-ju23QHQNhdC9ZrjzhCgqlbVy4-SXjAFb-3SnCMOWsz4ByxjOysJbSFG4sCn7FFJXDPyyI3lNw1LL9w/s1600/march+2011+512.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585307135659897442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIR9umqhw93RjIXEV4b0prEQ-itkJX2hhv_Dc9IpFKAVsAirhl_ho_b1ikwvT-ju23QHQNhdC9ZrjzhCgqlbVy4-SXjAFb-3SnCMOWsz4ByxjOysJbSFG4sCn7FFJXDPyyI3lNw1LL9w/s320/march+2011+512.JPG" /></a>Welcome normalcy. I have missed you for two whole years now. Splashing at the pool with my baby couldn't be sweeter. A little mini vacation to our family condo in St. George has been a long time coming. We needed this weekend. We loved this weekend. We will have many more weekends LIKE this weekend. We were in the greatest of company with dear friends joining us. London was the definition of happiness while in the pool and all I am hearing from her lately is "want to go swimming NOW mama" "want to go swimming NOW mama" "lets go for a trip mama" We will be going swimming MORE LuLu, but not always NOW.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNk1xaTu1r9QCLY5C9HHTX5qmunDMqW2dM8AzTJUalCWQgiEilxUY4vFJQRyVvKUhjxE9fqFKjJ0-a-hnTgrEnPDFeVHAwptyW6-5q2nARNJaRgapQxIT5Gah8jEGjQGb8eoNge-V7LWo/s1600/march+2011+529.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585288715178680706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNk1xaTu1r9QCLY5C9HHTX5qmunDMqW2dM8AzTJUalCWQgiEilxUY4vFJQRyVvKUhjxE9fqFKjJ0-a-hnTgrEnPDFeVHAwptyW6-5q2nARNJaRgapQxIT5Gah8jEGjQGb8eoNge-V7LWo/s320/march+2011+529.JPG" /></a> The truest kind of love. James and LuLu. He loves his girl.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJPsRkKw-OIoSnZdo18t-6n_FcwVAZWG1g8HtxomJF2CVLBK2n0aYrh3qY7-4XCt5y3b-OKwEWMJH4M6aA0iEW-0jSSNWYUvtBBV17yJv2u16GV7XIKcUwE90exuc8_GCAqC_kRfRAAmo/s1600/march+2011+554.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585288706557447538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJPsRkKw-OIoSnZdo18t-6n_FcwVAZWG1g8HtxomJF2CVLBK2n0aYrh3qY7-4XCt5y3b-OKwEWMJH4M6aA0iEW-0jSSNWYUvtBBV17yJv2u16GV7XIKcUwE90exuc8_GCAqC_kRfRAAmo/s320/march+2011+554.JPG" /></a> He loves this girl too (me) and loved me even more after I learned to ride me a dirt bike. He's gotten really good at this sport the last few years and has been wanting to pull me in to this addiction of his. He did and I love it too. No, I didn't ride in a tank top. I had every piece of protective gear known to man. Thank goodness...or I wouldn't have walked away from this weekend in one piece. Think I know what James will be getting me for my 30th, a little, girly sized dirt bike wrapped up in a hot pink bow to match my riding pants...hint. hint. Thanks for the loaner Chantell.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HjAUuJ84vo2rZxh4jw5SNXGug92ZrcG4mwJZsWqzJISfAWLDpJh5_CcCAuuqM9y5iW3lRAypp21YpNX9Kb5r-D5qZ7bEFRypiYQcCIqY6ClIgO-2TnkoWmKosNVtiJyZkI9jHOH0pII/s1600/march+2011+562.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585288696506256898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HjAUuJ84vo2rZxh4jw5SNXGug92ZrcG4mwJZsWqzJISfAWLDpJh5_CcCAuuqM9y5iW3lRAypp21YpNX9Kb5r-D5qZ7bEFRypiYQcCIqY6ClIgO-2TnkoWmKosNVtiJyZkI9jHOH0pII/s320/march+2011+562.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Sweeties bathing after swimming. This is our little friend Tori. We love her. She is the worlds best 2 year old (no offense Lu). Mind boggling really...chalking her up to really great parents. I took pointers this weekend- believe me.</p><p>Happy wedding to Bryce and his beautiful bride Cherise (the real reason we headed south) and cheers to good friends (Tellie, Scott, Jenna and Joe, Kath and Adam), good food and warm weather.</p><p>I was so happy to come home to melted snow and growing tulips. Mother Nature knows I need Spring. No more snow. Please. Begging, actually.</p><p>Hoping all your weekends were swell too...</p><p>xoxo lizzie </p>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-40359835844841737952011-02-27T21:57:00.001-08:002011-02-28T21:35:43.526-08:00Weekend Getaway...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2bDwoirP9oh3vl65RRctfq54QVQ0XF_V1fandeleqA86UF-cTtq6UiOzUO-PN3DaGZeTpkQ6ln4BqUfcAIBh7fLG6PSLLNPzXIJTE3lP2VRr7dQGKEzfTmrigvgQEhrTKNZitilpDsPo/s1600/hosp.+feb+030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578654711562884546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2bDwoirP9oh3vl65RRctfq54QVQ0XF_V1fandeleqA86UF-cTtq6UiOzUO-PN3DaGZeTpkQ6ln4BqUfcAIBh7fLG6PSLLNPzXIJTE3lP2VRr7dQGKEzfTmrigvgQEhrTKNZitilpDsPo/s400/hosp.+feb+030.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">...JUST NOT WHERE WE WANTED IT TO BE</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhitcUO-JD1sXSK3HNGm9R3V9USupFXX_bAzWaCOwDYUqDWegbWC0NXIwM4X2tsDipRuu8Q79xHKGUZjn4PGnlkmVOsvU2GFbfbu1mFIxY2I0YcERekMKCocTCS6poRlBWOWeC57bOTZfeI/s1600/hosp.+feb+029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578633516358499218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhitcUO-JD1sXSK3HNGm9R3V9USupFXX_bAzWaCOwDYUqDWegbWC0NXIwM4X2tsDipRuu8Q79xHKGUZjn4PGnlkmVOsvU2GFbfbu1mFIxY2I0YcERekMKCocTCS6poRlBWOWeC57bOTZfeI/s400/hosp.+feb+029.JPG" /></a> LuLu had been sick for about a week, throwing up and a bad cold. We took her to the doctor and was assured it was just a cold. But several more days of her feeling miserable and then spiking a fever it was off to the ER Friday night. Well, we had to check in @ the ER but were able to bypass it and go straight to the penthouse of the hospital. 4th floor ICS (Immuno Compromised Services) a very exclusive group of little people-cancer, HIV/AIDS and transplant kids. After a few hours of MISERY-- labs, urinalysis, chest xrays, and a DEEP nose suction for a VRP (viral respitory panel) which always leaves her with a bloody nose. </div><br /><div>RESULTS: a double ear infection and RSV (Respiratory Syncytial Virus) which is very scary for little ones like Lu. </div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFiJNDtEkd5prXPgInaxgR_1XKS9iy3uimVKRhrP735I337PYXyD9Ax6azJjY9AC7Kyydgl_U_E6MjOwUduTIwJOZ1Aye2giXxu6FfIdOCD3557liMA4gh2pdmkYkpC8fRr0XCollyeAuU/s1600/hosp.+feb+039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578631101811859586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFiJNDtEkd5prXPgInaxgR_1XKS9iy3uimVKRhrP735I337PYXyD9Ax6azJjY9AC7Kyydgl_U_E6MjOwUduTIwJOZ1Aye2giXxu6FfIdOCD3557liMA4gh2pdmkYkpC8fRr0XCollyeAuU/s400/hosp.+feb+039.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguoA9mQ6D4jLPaMNDxc3-7jtqarN6ASELzELsoig5mPNqvLjX1pa45KPB7mbXwVFWcUFj1uxiTIchL4pl8xSe_IiJy3paASDb6q-1z2wi0BYC5D3QEaid4VTbl85L5gRChxJdB0nYCKpub/s1600/hosp.+feb+041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578631099079150610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguoA9mQ6D4jLPaMNDxc3-7jtqarN6ASELzELsoig5mPNqvLjX1pa45KPB7mbXwVFWcUFj1uxiTIchL4pl8xSe_IiJy3paASDb6q-1z2wi0BYC5D3QEaid4VTbl85L5gRChxJdB0nYCKpub/s400/hosp.+feb+041.JPG" /></a>Checkin the view...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8WSG7RRizQ0eh-LTDTmH5bC5PFvybkbAN5n5JYRqLsOJ_O40YIcSnscmSiZ1CHNC8ILWUFPCb67-Z1j_N4DctZ1Qr9JKUdQ9yPjtQlxHQh8MuJdJHNIzJrG6_JhxNkx_upm0u7Q1j2vH/s1600/hosp.+feb+043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578629820719439602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8WSG7RRizQ0eh-LTDTmH5bC5PFvybkbAN5n5JYRqLsOJ_O40YIcSnscmSiZ1CHNC8ILWUFPCb67-Z1j_N4DctZ1Qr9JKUdQ9yPjtQlxHQh8MuJdJHNIzJrG6_JhxNkx_upm0u7Q1j2vH/s400/hosp.+feb+043.JPG" /></a> She received maintence fluids since she wasn't keeping anything down and IV antibiotics for her ears and anything else that could have been lurking in her body. I dreaded the day our mobile, walking, climbing the walls London would have to be attached to a tube, pole and confined to a small room. The days came and went and we survived. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7_8Zw2gElUhcE1sH6aRpdIx-xe5f4WMfr6Ye0HQBJtOjHCkDfC1HR28ci9dqlBjp7xwp7SAJ3UPJHNwVxeMpqx_fJHrwDy5PrAno_JD66GDmq9l2zDZqqGV1CoSh1McDBYIZynKacGlY5/s1600/hosp.+feb+049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578629814201141602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7_8Zw2gElUhcE1sH6aRpdIx-xe5f4WMfr6Ye0HQBJtOjHCkDfC1HR28ci9dqlBjp7xwp7SAJ3UPJHNwVxeMpqx_fJHrwDy5PrAno_JD66GDmq9l2zDZqqGV1CoSh1McDBYIZynKacGlY5/s400/hosp.+feb+049.JPG" /></a> I spent the first night in London's crib with her. She wanted me there and I wanted to be as close to her as I could be. She was inconsolible and after a few hours, so was I--for many reasons that night laying next to her. But her pain and confusion were enough to justify my tears and heartache. We cried ourselves to sleep together until a few hours later when her IV tubing was wrapped around her neck, which again made me glad I was laying right next to her. Oxygen & many hourly vitals later the night finally ended and a new and better day began.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonFJnb8USTgppwlQcwR6M6Ol89RYuiLdN95GGlJde3c33hTvzhryAmDzNIuM0kWaj4rit5a2_vMq3Gz8S9aE5u5l9HhVci8sN-KhGAtf8n8uve27xfXuHWwHBie40yYMXAskxYwRLSxd0/s1600/hosp.+feb+061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578628134232051218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonFJnb8USTgppwlQcwR6M6Ol89RYuiLdN95GGlJde3c33hTvzhryAmDzNIuM0kWaj4rit5a2_vMq3Gz8S9aE5u5l9HhVci8sN-KhGAtf8n8uve27xfXuHWwHBie40yYMXAskxYwRLSxd0/s400/hosp.+feb+061.JPG" /></a>We were getting creative trying to entertain her...whatever makes her happy. She really wanted to go swimming- this is what we came up with and it was good enough for her.<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGsGOW0gIaw-D_0V3EkQ5nQvCSxL__Tcnns11eNkzQznz_y-Q4HUaHfcBt8t3ujWYmndDHRF4L1GcY8hz5KBMa0oLEe1kjAlY3etWKZvjxy5aSozbY21RrTT7QOfXAZswYVECjiAEYUFL/s1600/hosp.+feb+072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578628132912640050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGsGOW0gIaw-D_0V3EkQ5nQvCSxL__Tcnns11eNkzQznz_y-Q4HUaHfcBt8t3ujWYmndDHRF4L1GcY8hz5KBMa0oLEe1kjAlY3etWKZvjxy5aSozbY21RrTT7QOfXAZswYVECjiAEYUFL/s400/hosp.+feb+072.JPG" /></a> >>>drinking like a kitty cat...however we can get her fluid intake up... </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_at7rJ8SK9ZnHusyfbTkU5u5y3kBopsDrBfn57kiq0Qp3G7PPKTOCg5iRZEdOuVTttnk15FeyvSk5t2VAsYfNMF3Z8HJVfszm8776A_qD1AqYURDvGkcpB_ww2ra4qEdkv0QMCLYeOQQF/s1600/hosp.+feb+103.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578621898070009778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_at7rJ8SK9ZnHusyfbTkU5u5y3kBopsDrBfn57kiq0Qp3G7PPKTOCg5iRZEdOuVTttnk15FeyvSk5t2VAsYfNMF3Z8HJVfszm8776A_qD1AqYURDvGkcpB_ww2ra4qEdkv0QMCLYeOQQF/s400/hosp.+feb+103.JPG" /></a> We were able to sneak away while my mom stayed with LuLu to spend time with Jones. We took him to a movie about space (which he's been really into lately) at Clark Planetarium then enjoyed the exhibits. Here's Jones on the Moon... We always say "love you to the moon and back"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPSWKD3-ZiVtkTwZE75fXt2q86qgGPLhuBW94bgY0Bg4g-tlEBssPyh2LDAQXTzQuG52yxYx_41xi6jugY6dE9MwV0bmZOcklDZ2GBH9meFR9CehnyGCI7Akn63cq0WSMcyIJXlpgEZjb/s1600/hosp.+feb+104.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578621895337247906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPSWKD3-ZiVtkTwZE75fXt2q86qgGPLhuBW94bgY0Bg4g-tlEBssPyh2LDAQXTzQuG52yxYx_41xi6jugY6dE9MwV0bmZOcklDZ2GBH9meFR9CehnyGCI7Akn63cq0WSMcyIJXlpgEZjb/s400/hosp.+feb+104.JPG" /></a> Then he hopped over to Mars...the other night Jonah asked James if he knew how much he loved him? James asked how much and Jones said "to Uranus and back, do you know where Uranus is Dad?" He is a funny, smart, quick, witty 4 year old. That comment will go down in our books.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Dp688OHOWBgQ1U-MVjIapdFN2OgViFdvw6eWlAxWSON-QEHPrmnhcuXPBYLPj_SAjywhpfvwrj9UL6T3CPrJy_O-qHm_Kngho1XgdufZRzidA9VbsgDF_Qw0imJanoW17LIFJRYQ1sMI/s1600/hosp.+feb+109.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578619831294508642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Dp688OHOWBgQ1U-MVjIapdFN2OgViFdvw6eWlAxWSON-QEHPrmnhcuXPBYLPj_SAjywhpfvwrj9UL6T3CPrJy_O-qHm_Kngho1XgdufZRzidA9VbsgDF_Qw0imJanoW17LIFJRYQ1sMI/s400/hosp.+feb+109.JPG" /></a></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5GtiMkUDptqGv9FIV4FLDj8Jl8454QBuXMXtCSq6tTSmP8cLIqcTECi27VufNwaLSMtTc3isF-UA_f_VKXBOP234z1IFamrAK0WglUgoJXbHgkv1l0btOJkmffqISFAhytXGy-C7Kb87s/s1600/hosp.+feb+112.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578619827833867026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5GtiMkUDptqGv9FIV4FLDj8Jl8454QBuXMXtCSq6tTSmP8cLIqcTECi27VufNwaLSMtTc3isF-UA_f_VKXBOP234z1IFamrAK0WglUgoJXbHgkv1l0btOJkmffqISFAhytXGy-C7Kb87s/s400/hosp.+feb+112.JPG" /></a> There is a learning curve with chopsticks...</div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0knCi6MK_oOo9IJZLw4GEVjI5W9tS70ah1DArjAAfz6XHI5qMiJ53E6bWeaSUtPYIhORtupTLL-kQQ5m-XKaP4-Z_q_NyMHstmmsCpdllP8Dll5Lr_9zdG_CF8EUxrjD4D49e20JON9Ks/s1600/hosp.+feb+116.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578618576843490866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0knCi6MK_oOo9IJZLw4GEVjI5W9tS70ah1DArjAAfz6XHI5qMiJ53E6bWeaSUtPYIhORtupTLL-kQQ5m-XKaP4-Z_q_NyMHstmmsCpdllP8Dll5Lr_9zdG_CF8EUxrjD4D49e20JON9Ks/s400/hosp.+feb+116.JPG" /></a></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ZC2iKz9ji3nmoVNRbl2b-mS_Egtg-t3G0jidrlLjhdn0c8RZQzXekiIdll1Aa_SlajHH9RBSP3oQE0VKQuYzvuaMSM4vbAfbODchFfvPeHVB2EfkAxuNc4V1zJzVfNCvSTY3Xc_6BSkG/s1600/hosp.+feb+118.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578618569316943826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ZC2iKz9ji3nmoVNRbl2b-mS_Egtg-t3G0jidrlLjhdn0c8RZQzXekiIdll1Aa_SlajHH9RBSP3oQE0VKQuYzvuaMSM4vbAfbODchFfvPeHVB2EfkAxuNc4V1zJzVfNCvSTY3Xc_6BSkG/s400/hosp.+feb+118.JPG" /></a> self portraits with my little man. It's important for the "well" child to get mom and dads love and attention while London is sick in the hospital. He was having so much fun staying with his Aunt Maryjane that he didn't really even want to come with us-- but I think he tolerated it ;). He was really glad to return to her after for their second sleep over.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc77kvwM5YboCxNBI4TxHbn5MGhuLxw58yJXboSohn01fSVi2tePg_r7SdBW9R9klUXQz5QSdHC9q84Cw0alAaL6oTlRh8QEQtYVFKamF19lD3A2vpI-VeXF-XvPCxG_WmsyIN8sdclSX9/s1600/hosp.+feb+141.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578617244689025842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc77kvwM5YboCxNBI4TxHbn5MGhuLxw58yJXboSohn01fSVi2tePg_r7SdBW9R9klUXQz5QSdHC9q84Cw0alAaL6oTlRh8QEQtYVFKamF19lD3A2vpI-VeXF-XvPCxG_WmsyIN8sdclSX9/s400/hosp.+feb+141.JPG" /></a> Back to the hospital where Lu was bathing Dora, purple guy and her bouncy ball. She would ask for her Bubby a lot and go to her door knocking for him and wanting to call him on my phone. She loves her brother, always misses him when she is in the hospital. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>The most gracious thank you to Aunt Allie for rushing some Dora DVDs to LuLu which she watched around the clock. Dora's voice now makes me want to stab pencils in my ears but I am grateful she entertains London in her time of great need. Thank you Mom for staying with Lu so James and I could be with Jones. Thank you Aunt MJ for taking the best care of Jonah, Thank you James for being the best Dad ever to our two kids. He slept the second night with her while I got to sleep in my own bed. And last but not least thanks to the GI team and to a loving Heavenly Father that is always mindful of London and our little family. We are happily recovering at home now and will be back to the hospital Wednesday for labs.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwWK2cOYmIQ3iSULtzSvXvsRzdbYb5bf58YdNmjlcytBWC8cn17tPeguMj1i5DZepNeFoZ1o8q-4SaTl5OLDMg8DqvIqHyJbDY17LFPA_MdAEgG6XwttbtWAlHqQErK-Ay-tMc6IqVhfm/s1600/hosp.+feb+131.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578617239996938882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwWK2cOYmIQ3iSULtzSvXvsRzdbYb5bf58YdNmjlcytBWC8cn17tPeguMj1i5DZepNeFoZ1o8q-4SaTl5OLDMg8DqvIqHyJbDY17LFPA_MdAEgG6XwttbtWAlHqQErK-Ay-tMc6IqVhfm/s400/hosp.+feb+131.JPG" /></a> Not a shabby view from our hospital room.</div><div></div><div>xoxo</div><div>Lizzie</div><div>liver mum</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040930667168867613noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-74549678940476168072011-02-14T13:37:00.000-08:002011-02-14T17:47:28.801-08:00How do you get your husband to bathe the dogs?<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000066;">....throw them in the shower while he's in there with your kids.</span><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KheW_QdfS0zMMGFu3vEFdrzJO48Inmc2OWuQxiRPJv41Lyyi-AexfCOTjjWuhyg5Bv8ZP21UJtM4nz9mXwkcKz0G0tIyivS7zukiJcWdQprXw50krFjjFlBtdYuou_LpLQAptD3ld3s/s1600/house+pics+dogs+shower+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573677409286312242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5DnzyS8KiMHhGwPXd8J8e71hoXPj0Sro9tNe4D3yQpV0E74J2SImnS_o8Dcs4NM0PDvtuPeRpSUtDAo1s3M2HKK6PD7Ni00o8GI1yivgFuubZY3tgskpbutiY7iYRehoq19OpUYamlI/s320/house+pics+dogs+shower+001.JPG" /></a></div></div></div><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000066;">Love it when my kids are clean, dogs are fluffy and husband's not stinky</span>.</span></p><p>PS we don't think we have enough blogs between my liver blog and our family blog, ;) ;) so my mom started another one about one of the things my Daddy does best--building.</p><p>visit <a href="http://www.badgerconstruction.blogspot.com/">www.badgerconstruction.blogspot.com</a> </p><p>It's a work in progress and will be keeping my Mum busy getting it all up-to-date.</p>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-45533410671054289382011-02-05T22:43:00.000-08:002011-02-06T08:14:04.062-08:00Love is in the air--and the water<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJACFHwPr1J7eW6KNUab4rsBkPjOe7rAb1GxbYDYBv-i9xwj2RMbksbXnKRJ_yKhsUxzK6xxRrT39mreLvD9HJn9UGm9hzkP9pxhvaxJEzxJSCWkLLxUx6lS5S-OWjfeaCoTNGZe0n6hY/s1600/feb+1+081.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570466617863984146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJACFHwPr1J7eW6KNUab4rsBkPjOe7rAb1GxbYDYBv-i9xwj2RMbksbXnKRJ_yKhsUxzK6xxRrT39mreLvD9HJn9UGm9hzkP9pxhvaxJEzxJSCWkLLxUx6lS5S-OWjfeaCoTNGZe0n6hY/s320/feb+1+081.JPG" /></a><br />A rare moment, caught forever. I love them and hope one day they can comprehend just how much. I hope they will be the others best friend. I hope they will find someone to love the way I love their daddy. He is my happiness and the thing I am most sure of in life.<br /><div></div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-67932549100523486382011-01-18T16:52:00.001-08:002011-01-21T13:19:17.852-08:00They are hungry.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK7mvz02BLiGHJop9-Ec5vxMM13emP9tIFGQjaoFpk7Cb8P-Qd0kVitFxBnXhqdfmPuLzSdUpH99ViylNxDh7PoNFeJnjOlV3nCDhwiWu7J3bUnQceY5AuWHpqL94zuEFCaQwDY8sJPdk/s1600/haiti.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563700020803725826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK7mvz02BLiGHJop9-Ec5vxMM13emP9tIFGQjaoFpk7Cb8P-Qd0kVitFxBnXhqdfmPuLzSdUpH99ViylNxDh7PoNFeJnjOlV3nCDhwiWu7J3bUnQceY5AuWHpqL94zuEFCaQwDY8sJPdk/s320/haiti.jpg" /></a> work-in-progress<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQk4oZ6QtiSkgj1HtYREnLmqq9Ji5F0lKW_guw5WXmvpZq_mB4sUQZ9dyEde_Y_AuYceUqKyOInndnDNi1Rk4DiB7oLh6zmeZPSSGHt2DKdt7X-nBeOiVeAaLSUp6qlPlOr3QMw8oXek/s1600/KenHaiti%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563700013816828738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQk4oZ6QtiSkgj1HtYREnLmqq9Ji5F0lKW_guw5WXmvpZq_mB4sUQZ9dyEde_Y_AuYceUqKyOInndnDNi1Rk4DiB7oLh6zmeZPSSGHt2DKdt7X-nBeOiVeAaLSUp6qlPlOr3QMw8oXek/s320/KenHaiti%25281%2529.jpg" /></a>Guezmo (director/LDS bishop) and Ken Potter (James's Haiti tour guide/boss man)<br /><br /><div>James leaves tomorrow night for Haiti to help the work continue on an orphanage outside Port au Prince. We heard today from the director that they are (literally) out of food. Much of James' 2 bags he can take are weighed down with tools they will need and his gear to survive. I begged Delta this afternoon to waive the 100$ fee for a few extra bags we could fill with rice and beans, to no avail.</div><br /><div>So this means money will be better spent in country. We are pretty maxed out with James' travel expenses/shots/expedited passport etc. etc. My gracious parents are sending him with several hundred dollars to buy food directly for the orphanage with the hopes I can raise some money to give back to them/pay them when we can. The grocery stores are few and far between and the perimeter is surrounded with huge brick fences. (i.e. no starving people can get in...) Two 80 pound bags of rice costs 100$ and I'm sure beans are roughly in the same price range. I am humbled tonight as I feed my own children Easy Mac and fruit.</div><br /><div>If anyone would like to contribute, it would be much appreciated, even 5 or 10 dollars will go far. Please email me at <a href="mailto:elizabethbarnum@hotmail.com">elizabethbarnum@hotmail.com</a> and I'll send you my parents address or my paypal name.</div></div><div> </div><div>THANK YOU TO ALL WHO HELPED. WE GATHERED ABOUT 1500 FOR JAMES TO BUY FOOD WITH. THIS FAR EXCEEDED ANY EXPECTATIONS I HAD!<br /><div>xoxo</div></div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-73677106863248875152011-01-16T23:11:00.000-08:002011-01-16T23:15:57.316-08:00Ashley's BlogOur donors mom is keeping a blog up in Ashley's memory. sweet, sweet pictures. It's <a href="http://freedomforashley.blogspot.com/">HERE</a> and on my sidebar.<br /><br />enjoy.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040930667168867613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-20272566603672679342011-01-16T12:43:00.001-08:002011-01-17T08:33:35.211-08:001st Transplantaversary<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnN0Zyx3EQ11JhBd0BQj5z5hkl1mz1i2zD7ge_-b0Ht6g4yoMqKnx4TWid1xeRp-Xb_dgd35LpECbsQJ4PhliSkJfXgWulZGQ1vS7rnCQmKgSHPrSwq82YMQ9dHiwATQkINQyu_oECeg/s1600/ashley+recognition.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562930999177135762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnN0Zyx3EQ11JhBd0BQj5z5hkl1mz1i2zD7ge_-b0Ht6g4yoMqKnx4TWid1xeRp-Xb_dgd35LpECbsQJ4PhliSkJfXgWulZGQ1vS7rnCQmKgSHPrSwq82YMQ9dHiwATQkINQyu_oECeg/s320/ashley+recognition.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTM4Qj1-VLDMIJ9G5S2yW577-ASesLev0nVKbOYO0iiPQx0VT-U8HBVGremoUL2ifVjPGS2BKPrr8Q_AvoK9bwM-05fllhzLdGLQ4EfV4ubsHT-OBjmgsgaRC55BTFSYQ9rJk9Sy-NxE/s1600/jan+2011+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562917704771345330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTM4Qj1-VLDMIJ9G5S2yW577-ASesLev0nVKbOYO0iiPQx0VT-U8HBVGremoUL2ifVjPGS2BKPrr8Q_AvoK9bwM-05fllhzLdGLQ4EfV4ubsHT-OBjmgsgaRC55BTFSYQ9rJk9Sy-NxE/s320/jan+2011+001.JPG" /></a>I made LuLu's favorite soup...which becomes a favorite to all who try it:</div><div><br />Mango Salsa Soup<br />1 Jar Fresh Mango Salsa, 48 oz. From Costco<br />1/2 jar of jacks salsa from costco (right next to Mango salsa)<br />Put ¼ C olive oil in soup pan, simmer these two for 10 minutes<br /><br />Add 2-4 Cans drained, shredded chicken from Costco<br />1 quart chicken stock from costco (it thickens quite a bit the next day so I add more then)<br />Simmer few minutes<br />Add 3 cups frozen corn from Costco<br />Squeeze fresh lime in soup<br /><br />optional goodness!!<br />In bowl:<br />Tortilla chips, crushed<br />Chopped avocado pieces<br />Yellow/white grated cheese<br />Sour Cream<br /></div><div>Ladle soup over </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOG26GxNtZPqpVf5VqOQk-o7jZq8ihMPinleWyhkXJAPMgfroWGWssy9B66Jiu7LL3DbVje3FGY9F7DUUeD4Vp-A-eFLu5NcvpBZWC-Ojsb1vpd5MUbmnLF6V176tfZEGEL8oQUYrIHA8/s1600/jan+2011+007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562917698269130178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOG26GxNtZPqpVf5VqOQk-o7jZq8ihMPinleWyhkXJAPMgfroWGWssy9B66Jiu7LL3DbVje3FGY9F7DUUeD4Vp-A-eFLu5NcvpBZWC-Ojsb1vpd5MUbmnLF6V176tfZEGEL8oQUYrIHA8/s320/jan+2011+007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjACQRXuiXv7CRlJVMk2_wUSurIKLalQ4OQGXMxieeUsu8nXTvTgDTfeBy9d1gxjLll5VHK8bihzbs4SO9p2pxGfdiqvhNDG2VOy9OindkTB5oQZYkzJNlEUmVyT3hTAagqaziQxv9239k/s1600/jan+2011+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562917693335131234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjACQRXuiXv7CRlJVMk2_wUSurIKLalQ4OQGXMxieeUsu8nXTvTgDTfeBy9d1gxjLll5VHK8bihzbs4SO9p2pxGfdiqvhNDG2VOy9OindkTB5oQZYkzJNlEUmVyT3hTAagqaziQxv9239k/s320/jan+2011+014.JPG" /></a>We celebrated with Grandparents earlier in the week thinking James would be in Haiti on the 15th. We are so glad he was here yesterday...it was a special, wonderful, FUN day with our kids. Jonah made these YuMmY cupcakes for Lulu and helped her blow out the candle...or maybe did it all by himself. ;)</div><div><br />Cream Cheese Filling:<br />8oz cream cheese<br />1/3c sugar<br />1 egg<br />dash salt<br />51/2 oz chocolate chips<br /><br />*Cream first 4 ingredients together, then add chocolate chips<br />*Use Devils Food cake mix and mix per instructions on box<br />*Fill cups 1/2 full then add a spoonful of cream cheese mix, then top with more cake mix<br />*Bake per box instructions<br />*Let cool to room tempt, then frost.<br /><br />Frosting:<br />*1 1/4c powdered sugar<br />*1/8c Milk<br />*1/4c Margarine<br />*1/2t vanilla<br />*1/2t almond extract<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGo0dLsBrR7kEmXLpaFT3aA6rn6EMnmeZgEFweZu3syNUuCuSghjFnAxvWrI3vv3sAB_y_JpSdsFg8suASP-dexvXNlNR8W-fyQgpE5igFVx1ZEOscDqfVj0L0Y9EsVtjIzQ4vbOt50BI/s1600/jan+15+2011+013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562915052800295218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGo0dLsBrR7kEmXLpaFT3aA6rn6EMnmeZgEFweZu3syNUuCuSghjFnAxvWrI3vv3sAB_y_JpSdsFg8suASP-dexvXNlNR8W-fyQgpE5igFVx1ZEOscDqfVj0L0Y9EsVtjIzQ4vbOt50BI/s320/jan+15+2011+013.JPG" /></a>Her liver birthday started out with a surprise cake from NaNa and PaPa that was enjoyed shortly after breakfast...it was fun to compare and contrast this morning with the one a year earlier. I can't believe our sick, little baby turned into this vibrant child.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAt6p1W45oOkoVL9VerSH474IlKv7gygxVwfbYs1pSaA7vus9A07LMIAw3syKPKRYDMMoTJFwQ_IgCVIu31vEUHcg2JxGa2C_RZj3qOKflPjgA8n1QRlaWxk5P_41uPEsLpXVsfDiUEqY/s1600/jan+15+2011+030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562915047989018978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAt6p1W45oOkoVL9VerSH474IlKv7gygxVwfbYs1pSaA7vus9A07LMIAw3syKPKRYDMMoTJFwQ_IgCVIu31vEUHcg2JxGa2C_RZj3qOKflPjgA8n1QRlaWxk5P_41uPEsLpXVsfDiUEqY/s320/jan+15+2011+030.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPTL1zO8L0_3g0zxWqGBm_XlThhGD8ljkEVF9vQpe-WN0Kf3gFqsF70UBGod-6biQk-jZlYKBt-q-289ZSWS_3lXq7rP_fF_Az2BOU9DPAc3zfAqLWwj9erFacM0fe8LiN6yLzoEnbdw/s1600/jan+15+2011+021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Transplant recipients aren't suppose to swim for a year after surgery while their immune systems are highly suppressed. It's one of those simple pleasures we missed this last summer and will always appreciate a bit more than we would have. She LOVED, loved, LoVeD the pool, the slide, the splashing, climbing, floating- everything. Until she took a good gulp (or a few) of water and started throwing up profusely. James got her out of the pool really quick, we got everything cleaned up and got out-of-there. Luckily we had a few good hours before the eruption. Sincere apologies to all around us were given....</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuV9M5nv9jeMOK5eNq9CQ7fHlP_i-MCW-kt3pdz8vfhc9ym5hNh0KyF_6ZRlwiX1oivL13plFwyX3MXhv27TQ0-h0EgHOBjjV92_ZwKTghn5w4NV26h2ryj0twqcL4Qrb7LY4FKCcWCA/s1600/jan+15+2011+066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562901687111571154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuV9M5nv9jeMOK5eNq9CQ7fHlP_i-MCW-kt3pdz8vfhc9ym5hNh0KyF_6ZRlwiX1oivL13plFwyX3MXhv27TQ0-h0EgHOBjjV92_ZwKTghn5w4NV26h2ryj0twqcL4Qrb7LY4FKCcWCA/s320/jan+15+2011+066.JPG" /></a>Walking onto the Salt Lake City Library grounds to see the Donor Wall/Memorial. Ashley has a plaque that we couldn't wait to see. James holding her like this choked me up thinking of the long walk a year earlier where I held her limp body just like that down to surgery.<br /></div></div><div>Seen <a href="http://liverforlulu.blogspot.com/2010/01/1200-pm.html">HERE<br /></a><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvB1uJY-RCAApuiQU-u2qMQQIkpUl2uTnwrjZKalbOX5NM2hyphenhyphenCHuJ_0EcLhYZCy4XrxmIbbj2f5qEVHs2wjxUt20uMK5_x0J6pMxD8YW4beq-HK0bPa38LwfBX8QTKXh8hUKJi_YiBDHo/s1600/jan+15+2011+067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562901683178798274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvB1uJY-RCAApuiQU-u2qMQQIkpUl2uTnwrjZKalbOX5NM2hyphenhyphenCHuJ_0EcLhYZCy4XrxmIbbj2f5qEVHs2wjxUt20uMK5_x0J6pMxD8YW4beq-HK0bPa38LwfBX8QTKXh8hUKJi_YiBDHo/s320/jan+15+2011+067.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8AAcRhSTEVjkBC96ZGDySGByXcuyrvI6rg5ifz7AOtVkz0jQw3jhq4BusU-pW5A9gvbGeJwuelO38Rjfps4U2A7J0mVDCpo9gI9qHtShSpdS0iozezSfnUtW_rfiTE86XxGFriIwEb0/s1600/jan+15+2011+091.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562893536025258306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8AAcRhSTEVjkBC96ZGDySGByXcuyrvI6rg5ifz7AOtVkz0jQw3jhq4BusU-pW5A9gvbGeJwuelO38Rjfps4U2A7J0mVDCpo9gI9qHtShSpdS0iozezSfnUtW_rfiTE86XxGFriIwEb0/s320/jan+15+2011+091.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HlMd2oU0-bLrZ5vBqawWjlokrb3_WeyT9cHFROrHKZhz4owDTYGaUcB6sLz2Nvx8Ksf-KSSFQYPda20egvBMNP_1mtEQlSyLDvlPohqSP1nI48tu3mboqfkQTSEblDcDk7aluKjAEnc/s1600/jan+15+2011+096.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562893528550016466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HlMd2oU0-bLrZ5vBqawWjlokrb3_WeyT9cHFROrHKZhz4owDTYGaUcB6sLz2Nvx8Ksf-KSSFQYPda20egvBMNP_1mtEQlSyLDvlPohqSP1nI48tu3mboqfkQTSEblDcDk7aluKjAEnc/s320/jan+15+2011+096.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1ABiPmALTJVoDGsZ2QE_Zs9YzBeutjDEqBR7y7qJKg43Lwvw2IbDtYmRBSaFaBoilqn2jP6vGLFdJQHLic56gJ567erXQfad_9DZ9CE846oAL17OOo1vxK3e-ikOvYNRZrciLBK0d1U/s1600/jan+15+2011+100.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562893522375094866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1ABiPmALTJVoDGsZ2QE_Zs9YzBeutjDEqBR7y7qJKg43Lwvw2IbDtYmRBSaFaBoilqn2jP6vGLFdJQHLic56gJ567erXQfad_9DZ9CE846oAL17OOo1vxK3e-ikOvYNRZrciLBK0d1U/s320/jan+15+2011+100.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4djlx_eeqCcWo80u-XJeTHw9WyXsf-oPTUbxhHUGSO_vpv6rG-SJatsrTFPed8tAG0zbcoci3BfLVm-HUVGJrFU4hSaWGn34GPDSPAbZvWGiJz8W2uqMeJ-fbD6vt_yDU1mCHr70v3M/s1600/jan+15+2011+102.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562890094115322850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4djlx_eeqCcWo80u-XJeTHw9WyXsf-oPTUbxhHUGSO_vpv6rG-SJatsrTFPed8tAG0zbcoci3BfLVm-HUVGJrFU4hSaWGn34GPDSPAbZvWGiJz8W2uqMeJ-fbD6vt_yDU1mCHr70v3M/s320/jan+15+2011+102.JPG" /></a> Lulu and I modeled for this one. No- not really. But think it was made for us.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49COtQYpkyncjpDmwNYvujf5WNj4kHwOGNzuMJAWMLycsePeNN-b37-bo_NyH0HAZFkwV3dX_6Umk8_Q8lokCGC8nxZPzhblgUcFCOBkJbkt1fIXdVJcjPU10DxM1hse2dLnQcCZH_1E/s1600/jan+15+2011+104.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562890091910745506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49COtQYpkyncjpDmwNYvujf5WNj4kHwOGNzuMJAWMLycsePeNN-b37-bo_NyH0HAZFkwV3dX_6Umk8_Q8lokCGC8nxZPzhblgUcFCOBkJbkt1fIXdVJcjPU10DxM1hse2dLnQcCZH_1E/s320/jan+15+2011+104.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUaz7_R9gsMHHF8rP8O59jdJlQHl2LqKgnTEHdy18vmG9IKLD-cIMXMntRyt5E95hxbWWvbPEXo_dNqq3zlZw4KbJrUrs79JQ4wW6nbfxMgi-DhtSJIM7r_DI2qGKk0kr3kLaQfJ-Q0M/s1600/jan+15+2011+105.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562890085097608802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUaz7_R9gsMHHF8rP8O59jdJlQHl2LqKgnTEHdy18vmG9IKLD-cIMXMntRyt5E95hxbWWvbPEXo_dNqq3zlZw4KbJrUrs79JQ4wW6nbfxMgi-DhtSJIM7r_DI2qGKk0kr3kLaQfJ-Q0M/s320/jan+15+2011+105.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unfortunate for us, the wall is covered in the winter, because the plaques are glass I guess. However, just being on the grounds and seeing the beauty of the statues and words on the dedication was good enough for now. I walked along the wall wondering where her name was, we'll find out when the snow melts and spring comes. We love Ashley and for what she's done for our family. For anyone interested the monument is on the far SE corner of the block-- there is a fountain that I'm sure is so impressive when it's on as well as other statues.The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-36770722118844141112011-01-13T12:11:00.000-08:002011-01-13T12:41:53.942-08:00Ashley<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdM0rbWABikishkmhIjsxu_dCtdSTr0IOZQogHiz-OHMi-VzEiNz7YWZ1rBPv_wkQBXvYlkAd9ovmjzOXOQK1Wts078hDxRd_946c9eP1jGU2ob4_7v-Duiz6olo5HWa_if8dItDg2NNg/s1600/super+ashley.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561772353420525378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdM0rbWABikishkmhIjsxu_dCtdSTr0IOZQogHiz-OHMi-VzEiNz7YWZ1rBPv_wkQBXvYlkAd9ovmjzOXOQK1Wts078hDxRd_946c9eP1jGU2ob4_7v-Duiz6olo5HWa_if8dItDg2NNg/s320/super+ashley.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Today marks 1 year since Ashley's life ended and LuLu's<em> life</em> would soon begin.<br /><br />When I ran the Ragnar Relay last summer I had the opportunity to run what most definitely was the most beautiful leg of the whole race. It was through Paradise, Utah...rightfully named. Team Donate Life, we were running to raise awareness for organ donation and I carried Ashley's memory every step I took.<br /><br />As I ran my first leg through Paradise I felt her with me, in me, around me and everywhere I looked. Tears stained my cheeks the whole run. It was green and lush with rolling hills and horses everywhere. I felt like I was running through her heaven. The air was so clean, the sky was very blue. It was amazing. I was extremely grateful to feel that kind of peace, when all I'd felt for months was guilt that she was gone and I had my London because of her.<br /><br />I'll always mourn her, love her, speak her name and see a glimmer of her in Lulu's eyes. The day will come when we meet this sweet love in the next life and I can't wait to pick her up and thank her.<br /><br />xoxo<br />lizzie<br />A-1, liver mum </div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-35130826095856000402011-01-03T19:48:00.001-08:002011-01-03T20:50:26.692-08:00It was a Very, Merry Christmas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAvo2Sg0Op-tJMJglZO3qc7YphK4lG6POJFqBVj9x_EnyTLxdFaWIcYOKmnQJPDIP3PYY_3pgnRYKRqhs-s8UjyMUIGou3TZpCu-iTxXckcMMuLruRb-oW26kBJgVDZXDfFjnQwmliLU/s1600/xmas+and+such+254.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558183962031902530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAvo2Sg0Op-tJMJglZO3qc7YphK4lG6POJFqBVj9x_EnyTLxdFaWIcYOKmnQJPDIP3PYY_3pgnRYKRqhs-s8UjyMUIGou3TZpCu-iTxXckcMMuLruRb-oW26kBJgVDZXDfFjnQwmliLU/s320/xmas+and+such+254.JPG" /></a> The very best part of Christmas Day was going to the hospital...to bring toys. The ones we collected for London's birthday became a sick child's gift. How gratifying it was. I wonder where the gift London received last year at Primarys came from-- or from whom I should say.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsZO9jsRYQuHcfuoHyQiDPJJK4GSVr-ZBj8USJeYQmmAA5kiGHXxf7MlCd3z1LNv2PE9hNrSDWzzgtBVuw6mhCBkZ2XxffvfNRZi9CxACU0uuSg_dMR5oBaeGEORsN9ciibldpF281M0/s1600/xmas+and+such+220.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558183953488461042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsZO9jsRYQuHcfuoHyQiDPJJK4GSVr-ZBj8USJeYQmmAA5kiGHXxf7MlCd3z1LNv2PE9hNrSDWzzgtBVuw6mhCBkZ2XxffvfNRZi9CxACU0uuSg_dMR5oBaeGEORsN9ciibldpF281M0/s320/xmas+and+such+220.JPG" /></a> Opening gifts was pretty fun too...</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFViAxK5J2j13gIUd13S3rqEXHYeOmzClCZEvWblzQgcq1DhzXilHv5o3G7xswRjY07VBSVFTjzHo_cRch6D4R30TFyFxwpA9ZH3q7PYVUOMPR8sS_G-GTHtVNV1NdvW3RAX-C5Hgw_Ww/s1600/xmas+and+such+207.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180858630017874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFViAxK5J2j13gIUd13S3rqEXHYeOmzClCZEvWblzQgcq1DhzXilHv5o3G7xswRjY07VBSVFTjzHo_cRch6D4R30TFyFxwpA9ZH3q7PYVUOMPR8sS_G-GTHtVNV1NdvW3RAX-C5Hgw_Ww/s320/xmas+and+such+207.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnON0fINfdkfxxytLs21_UAjrVdrDWlhaZbKpoGHzAXQv-RzzVZmYVFnS4CwT5SzDVuNrIFJqIDsV2y-kxd4PnvKbGXhGt6KLy0K2xkaG5AKJc95Sb3aQ6XIl8xUtYvUITO8fY_jLu6CU/s1600/xmas+and+such+193.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180853109705458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnON0fINfdkfxxytLs21_UAjrVdrDWlhaZbKpoGHzAXQv-RzzVZmYVFnS4CwT5SzDVuNrIFJqIDsV2y-kxd4PnvKbGXhGt6KLy0K2xkaG5AKJc95Sb3aQ6XIl8xUtYvUITO8fY_jLu6CU/s320/xmas+and+such+193.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1reW0k41ZhunlaOtBvZeuPuocPOCXbNFMvOVSRCeaiyBiMi3whaVOzrU1hZ0uGBnXzWkTlc09NxPcZ0tcLyuMu0zrt_Pt2fpc0OHiDnwdw788DLlS8G5kC5inpFhTGHJgpIW8IIqYUfo/s1600/xmas+and+such+168.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558175914631098402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1reW0k41ZhunlaOtBvZeuPuocPOCXbNFMvOVSRCeaiyBiMi3whaVOzrU1hZ0uGBnXzWkTlc09NxPcZ0tcLyuMu0zrt_Pt2fpc0OHiDnwdw788DLlS8G5kC5inpFhTGHJgpIW8IIqYUfo/s320/xmas+and+such+168.JPG" /></a></div><div>Christmas Eve was splendid. Emotional. And just so happy to be together as a family. </div><div> </div><div>The whole month of December was wonderful and festive and so very different than last year. For this we are very grateful.</div></div></div></div></div>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788609702598282180.post-31755029781058586982010-12-29T20:10:00.001-08:002010-12-29T20:23:43.348-08:00Foyer de Sion Haitian Orphanage - Please Help<div style="text-align: justify;">I have shared with some of you that James is going to Haiti in January. He'll be leaving with my dear friends father, who has been dedicated to completing an orphanage just outside of Port au Prince, where a tragic earthquake struck. Everyone who is going down will do so at their own expense, and all funds donated are going for labor and materials.<br /><br />The organization has raised over $250,000 but is still short on funds to complete the orphanage.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I'M ASKING FOR YOUR HELP.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.pledgie.com/campaigns/13862"><img alt="Click here to lend your support to: Finish Construction of Haiti Orphanage and make a donation at www.pledgie.com !" src="http://www.pledgie.com/campaigns/13862.png?skin_name=chrome" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">CLICK THIS BUTTON TO DONATE</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Another $70k will get the building to a point where the children can move into the new building. Conditions in Haiti are very dangerous at this time, cholera has killed hundreds and kidnappings still take place. This new orphanage is located out in the country, safe from the horrible situation they face in Port au Prince.<br /><br />While the goal of having the kids in by Christmas was not met, a lot of progress has been made. The $53,000 needed to complete the tile work was generously donated and work should start this coming Monday.<br /><br />An extremely large donation was made that allowed the purchase of two 40’ containers, which were loaded last Thursday & Friday. By Friday night, they were on a train and en route to Haiti. They should arrive in Port au Prince, Haiti about the first week of January and will be delivered by the 15th. My friends dad will be taking five or six men, including James to with him to Haiti to help work on doors, skylights, painting, etc. and to meet the containers on their scheduled delivery date.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">For those who HAVE or are INTERESTED in donating to this cause, please join us for an open house at the home of Ken & Laura Potter and meet Bishop Mardy (who runs the orphanage) in person.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">January 2nd from 5:00 to 8:00 p.m.<br />551 S. Ranch Circle<br />Alpine, Utah 84004<br /></div></div><br />This is a rare opportunity to meet the director as he is in the country for a short time visiting his family. Light refreshment served. He will be returning to Haiti Tuesday morning.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVsHC5kKdvbztBeCZYs0jQ9qSXKhKwdby49ypfOQaRf4U6Pi6BiO-vehjBu3H4u5a0nUp-a4PlLBLfUOg5XeHYIbNn3YwXpicBMNV1Kfq41eMqfcEGw8P0Cs5yAL8NFQcRLqNgp58H112/s1600/KenHaiti%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVsHC5kKdvbztBeCZYs0jQ9qSXKhKwdby49ypfOQaRf4U6Pi6BiO-vehjBu3H4u5a0nUp-a4PlLBLfUOg5XeHYIbNn3YwXpicBMNV1Kfq41eMqfcEGw8P0Cs5yAL8NFQcRLqNgp58H112/s1600/KenHaiti%25281%2529.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVsHC5kKdvbztBeCZYs0jQ9qSXKhKwdby49ypfOQaRf4U6Pi6BiO-vehjBu3H4u5a0nUp-a4PlLBLfUOg5XeHYIbNn3YwXpicBMNV1Kfq41eMqfcEGw8P0Cs5yAL8NFQcRLqNgp58H112/s1600/KenHaiti%25281%2529.jpg"></a>The House that James Builthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12062443928733021693noreply@blogger.com0