Week Four of The Mum Challenge

This weeks challenge is to Stay Positive. (Again very much needed right now)

Children - and adults - need positive attitudes and lots of praise.There are many benefits that praise and positive attitudes have. Behavior can improve, children feel better about themselves, children adopt the positive thinking ways. Plus if you use positive words and a positive attitude to your relationship with your children you better believe that it will spill over to other relationships! Nothing makes you feel better or less stressed that a positive attitude!

Last weeks Challenge was to live a FabuLESS life and (with the 4 days I had to practice it) I don't think I did too well.

Gracie started spewing AGAIN the same night I posted last week! I had been feeling a lot better and Gracie was back to normal, I was a little annoyed as I didn't get to go to my Book Clubs Hot Chocolate night OR the Elders Quorum activity and I had to STAY IN THE HOUSE AGAIN with the kids while Haydn went to help with the activity. The activity was a progressive dinner and dessert was meant to be at our house but we decided it might be better to have it upstairs at the Reid's house, Debbie came down and offered to watch the kids while I went up to socialise it was GREAT, I was so relaxed and re-energized afterwards then BAM we woke up at midnight to Gracie crying and had to run her to the bathroom again. Haydn gave up after that grabbed a blanket and slept on the couch, he wasn't feeling well and didn't want to get sick before his school camp on Monday night, so I went it alone. She threw up about 8 times from 12-6am and Saturday wasn't that much fun as I was running on 3 hours broken sleep. Haydn let me lie in the next morning (so he should) and he dealt with Gracie because she was all better. Now I wasn't the most pleasant person to be around on saturday but I was practising my fabuLESS life. I was angry at Haydn because of that night but when I thought about it, I sort of expected it. I mean he was done too. I was annoyed that Gracie STILL wasn't better and that I wouldn't be able to go to church either, but she had gone a couple of night without spewing earlier in the week and relapsed so it wasn't such a shock. I went to bed saturday night with NO expectations and I had a full nights sleep! (barring Joshie waking for food) Then I spent the last three days expecting Gracie to get sick, expecting Haydn to shut down and leave me to it but nothing happened.

I don't expect Gracie to do well when I have to go to 5 different shops and run errands SO I did them on Saturday afternoon whilst they were sleeping and Haydn stayed in to babysit. It was SO nice to be by myself. I don't expect Gracie to do well while I clean the whole house on a Monday morning so because I got up late on Monday instead of cleaning I baked with Gracie and then set up the pool outside with Blue Food colouring and bubbles then gave her some lunch and put her down to sleep, THEN I did the cleaning and we were both a lot happier for it.

This challenge has been useful, I mean I don't want to sound negative (what was this weeks challenge again?) but basically things went well because I either didn't even attempt the thing I wanted to in the first place or expected it to be a total disaster and ended up being pleasantly surprised!

Gracie threw a tantrum for the first time in three days this morning so I think we are doing well.

I would quite like to go to enrichment night tonight, but Haydn has a touch game so I don't EXPECT that I am going to get to go, I am moving on.

Until next week.

Week Three of The Mum Challenge

This weeks challenge even though it is 5 days late (will explain later) is Live a FabuLESS Life.

The goal this week is make sure that you have realistic expectations. If your expectations are too high it only creates stress for both your child and you.

So this week look at your expectations. Is it realistic to expect a 3 year old to not only clean up their toys but to also have them put away in an organized way? How long do you really expect a 4 year old to last while you are grocery shopping after being out all day running errands? Straight A's for your child? How many activities do you expect your 3rd grader to excel in?

By adjusting your expectations - and thinking about it through your child's eyes - it can really help you be more understanding, less stressed and calm in a situation that would otherwise could drive you crazy! What expectations do you have of you child? Are they realistic ones?

I cannot even tell you how much I need these challenges from this blog in my life right now.

Before I update you on the first two weeks challenges I thought I should probably explain why I only got to post week 3's challenge on FRIDAY. The challenge is posted on this ladies blog on a Monday but that is U.S. time so my blog day is Tuesday BUT Monday night after an EXTREMELY emotionally and physically draining previous week (and I mean I was ready to go back to work full time, I didn't want to be a Mum anymore) I decided that by the end of Cleaning Monday I would do ZERO house work on Tuesday so I could play with Gracie all day and we would bake and draw and play in the paddling pool and go for a walk. At 10pm I was folding my last piece of laundry, the basket was EMPTY the house was PERFECT, and then I heard Gracie cry, she had thrown up in her bed. I could handle it, I had to count to ten because this meant one more load of laundry, but I was ok. I got her sheets in the machine, Haydn had a shower with Grace and it was all good. I was putting on the new set of sheets when BBBBLLLLLLLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH here we go again!!

I picked her up and started RUNNING to the bathroom, she spewed on the clean washing and rug as I was running over it (DUH) and then she spewed on the bathroom floor, which I then ran through, slipped in, SMASHED my foot against the skirting board and broke my toe!! I tried to get Gracie over the toilet bowl to spew but I.WAS.DONE. I put her down and let her spew everywhere, my toe was bleeding, it had seized up and I couldn't move it, so after two previously broken toes I knew it was broken. I was sobbing (looking back now and picturing the event, it actually seems quite funny, but at the time it was the end of the world). Haydn dealt with Gracie and I was a mess.

I asked Haydn to get the phone and I rang my Mum. She told me what to do with my toe, (I wasn't going to a&e again just for them to strap it together after a 3 hour wait) she told me what to do with Gracie and then told me what to do to sort out my mental problems, as I was convinced that because I had cried everyday for the last three weeks that I had postnatal depression.

Haydn cleaned up most of the spew and I disinfected. We got it contained to the sink but didn't get much sleep. Haydn dealt with Gracie seeing as I couldn't walk and I dealt with Joshie, Haydn took Tuesday off work to help us out. Gracie was good by the end of Tuesday and Wednesday (Haydn's birthday) went really well we though it was over. Then Thursday morning 4am I was up feeding Joshie and feeling a bit sick, then I heard Gracie crying and went in to see her kneeling in another pool of vomit YAY!

I managed to deal with it as my foot wasn't too bad and Haydn helped, by the time it was sorted it was 6am so Haydn just started getting ready for work and told me that I needed to ring Mum and ask her to help me. THEN I started spewing! ARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH, Haydn still left for work cause by then it was too late to get a substitute and I knew it wouldn't be a good day.

Joshie was fine and in between spewing up every 20mins I fed him laid him on the bed to have a kick around while I dozed in and out then I changed his nappy and got him down again, Gracie had finished throwing up but the diarrhea had started, I changed about three nappies and threw up after each one. I got worse and worse but managed to move the TV into the bedroom early so we could all hang out in there and contain it, I got so bad that I couldn't even reach over to grab my powerade my whole body was aching even my TEETH were aching, and I couldn't get hold of Mum or Haydn to come home. Gracie was jumping on my and jumped on my TOE and she was waking Joshie up, it was like my own personal HELL right there in my bedroom. Finally Haydn came home and I got some sleep and finally stopped spewing. Worst day of my life so far, I mean being sick is horrible enough when you are alone, but when you have a 10 week old baby and a 23 month old poohing spewing toddler jumping on your broken toe and you just happen to be a clean freak, it's not so fun!

Anyway it's over and today is a good day. Mum gave me some good advice that will hopefully help my hormonal problems I have been having over the last three weeks and I have been able to put them into practice and I am feeling a bit better already. So I have forgiven myself for getting this post out late and now I will fill in with details of the last two weeks challenges..........

Week one: Eat dinner with your Family Each Night

Once we got going on this it went well, Monday didn't happen because I was FUMING at Haydn (another long story and I am sure I will bore you) so we ate in silence in front of the TV and computer, Tuesday was Valentines night and Haydn had worked late and I had another really hard day so we actually just blobbed out again and ate on the sofa lol, Wednesday Haydn had Rugby so he ate when he got home and then FINALLY on thursday we ate together and friday and saturday and sunday. It was great, we made more of an effort with conversation we actually had a good old laugh a few times (which hasn't been happening lately, because of my hormonal problems since birth) the conversation actually seemed to last longer into the evening and it is actually quite therapeutic to have someone to listen to how your day went and the things that happened. We also managed to really help Gracie with her eating and table manners, I loved it and I can't wait for our kids to be older so we can talk to them too. I actually found this really cool thing on Pinterest which is a jar full of questions. You pick one question each time you sit down to dinner and everyone has a turn answering, this is it here. Anyway the week went well and our goal is to do it at least 5 times every week (2days break for Haydn's church meeting and Rugby). I thought we had an excuse before seeing as we don't have much room to pull our dining table out and only have two chairs (one being used to strap gracie's booster seat) but we cleared the table and set it every night. I pulled up Gracie's little drawing table up and used it as a bench LOL so even poor people can make it work haha.

Week 2: Slow Down

Now I didn't know about this challenge until Tuesday so we will forgive me for my HIDEOUSLY horrible stressful and angry Monday (the day I was mad at Haydn and I didn't get to do any of my weekly clean because of what he did) Anyway Tuesday was HEAPS better I was still mad at Haydn but it was valentines day so I decided not to sweat the small stuff (after reading the new challenge) and the kids stayed happy. I found that it wasn't so much slowing down that helped for the rest of the week, it was my attitude. If Gracie threw a tantrum for no good reason I ignored her and counted to ten in my head, if Joshie needed me I went to him and gave him what he needed and if I really couldn't get to him (because food was on the stove top cooking) I switched off to his crying and remained calm until I could get to him. I didn't clean the bathroom last week LOL not because I was 'slowing down' and giving up on hygiene but because a lot of stuff came up with Gracie. Instead of leaving her to scream and cry and get all worked up which would eventually lead to me getting all angry and worked up, I just accepted that Gracie needed me. Even if I had done the bathroom it would have looked dirty again by the next day so who CARES! It was almost back round to Cleaning Monday anyway LOL. There were a few things that I let Gracie do with me that would usually stress me out to the MAX like letting her help me wash up. EVERY time I start washing up she drags her little chair across the tiles (making a noise which tortures me like you can't even imagine) and I start shouting 'No no NOOOOO, put the chair back and play with your toys', which she usually ignores and then I take the chair away from her and place her in the lounge with her toys and then I carry on doing the dishes by myself with her crying in the background. BUT this week I let her drag her chair over (shiver) and let her splash around in the bubbles, it was ACTUALLY a pleasant experience, I got over the fact that we were both getting wet (it's JUST water Jessie) and that water was going all over the floor (there is a tea towel RIGHT behind you Jessie) and afterwards Gracie was happy and I was stress free and she let me go and get on with something else while she played alone for a little while, it only took me five minutes to give her the attention she needed. I also found that letting her help me bath and change Joshies nappy (which I NEVER let her do, I mean hello it's POOH), really helped keep her in a good mood because she felt like she was involved. All in a week Gracie learnt to count from 7 to 10 LOL she hasn't got 4, 5 or 6 yet. She learnt some new colours Yellow, Purple and Brown. She is putting a lot more small sentences together and instead of getting frustrated when she gets a toy stuck or she can't get to something, I taught her to say 'Mummy help!" since then the noise level has gone RIGHT down. She also wants to cuddle and kiss me all the time! All because I am giving her my undivided attention for 15min spurts during the day and I am not trying to sneak off to clean something else, but I did significantly less housework last week and my house still looks the same. I even managed to get out a go see a movie this week with some friends even though Gracie was sick and the housework had fallen apart and I was a LOT happier for it and managed to get on top of things afterwards with a better attitude. Since doing this challenge I now have a little 'perfect' Jessie sitting on my shoulder telling me to slow down and she wins 99% of the time, I definitely still lose my temper but we have to remember my hormonal issues which need a little bit of attention.

I am looking forward to this weeks challenge, let the FabuLESS life begin (and the Vitamin B6 pills work!) (and the vomiting bug disappear forever) (and Haydn behave like a 28 year old) (and 10 kgs just fall off my body) (and money appear so I can get my hair cut and stop feeling so ugly) oh wait wait wait........are my expectations realistic?

The Mum Challenge

I recently read a book called 'You Sexy Mother' (I know! I think it was written by a Mormon too!) anyway it was great, it's all about how to make being a stay at home Mum a more enjoyable and fulfilling exerience. It's great. She has a ten day challenge at the end of the book and I am currently on day one. Day one requires you to sit down by yourself, no distractions and write down a list of things you aren't happy with and needs changing, for example, Marriage, Body, Housework etc. Then next to the heading you have to come up with a positive statement that you would like to BECOME true for that heading, for example next to my heading 'Body' I have written - I have given birth twice but my wedding dress still fits. This is not true but this is what I would like to BECOME true so this is what I have written down. They then say to get together an inspiration board full of photos, pictures and quotes that are going to help inspire you to make these statements, true statements, but who has time for that? I am just using my pinterest. I just logged on to check it out and maybe rearrange or create a few new boards to match my headings and I found this challenge. Once a week she will give us a new challenge to do with our kids to help improve our relationships. This fits in nicely with my heading for 'Kids', my statement to go with this and which I want to become true is - I make a mess and don't stress because we have fun, I schedule them in, plan activities and invest time in THEM because that is why I am a stay at home Mum.

I find that with everyday life at the moment I am just going with the flow I am just keeping my house clean, and my kids fed and happy I don't really have any type of weekly plan to help them learn before I send them off to school and I would like that to change.

So I have decided that I can kill two birds with one stone, blog once a week AND invest more time in my children. If you want to follow along and do this on your blogs feel free, every Monday I will post the new challenge for the week and update on the previous challenge. I am one week behind but I will do two in one week, last weeks challenge was to eat together as a family for one whole week with no interruptions (it actually says at least three times this week but I think we can do everyday) and this weeks challenge is to Slow Down.

So stay tuned and I will let you know how it goes.............

Joshua's Birth

My new years resolution is to post once a week LOL and seeing as we live in NZ I would say the year doesn't start till february with school holidays etc, but that still makes me a week behind. I couldn't decide what to blog about, Haydn has been blogging all the important stuff and I didn't want to just make something up. Then I remembered I haven't recorded down Joshua's Birth experience yet, I have to get it down for posterity so if you don't want to read I don't care, but I for one LOVE hearing about other women's labours, like LOOOOOVVVVEEEE it. Probably because my births are the biggest 2 events in my life and I don't want to forget them, I don't want to experience them again I just don't want to forget them, soI love hearing how other women find it. (Did I post Gracie's Birth? I may have to do that one next week)

OK it all started Thursday morning (and yes he was born on a Monday) I had a bit of a show (sorry boys) which at the time I thought was heaps but was nothing compared to what I was getting from that moment on until labour. Then I got all excited, but had decided earlier on in the pregnancy that I wouldn't say anything to anybody until I was having contractions 5 mins apart. I had about 4 contractions every hour that day and they weren't bad but they were kind of regular so I told my two besties and my Mum and my husband and my midwife LOL. I Know I know, I can't hold off telling anybody anything to save my life. But in my defense both my Mum and midwife had told me that there was no way this second labour would take as long as Gracie's, so once they were regular I was excited and expected to be holding Joshua in my arms by the next morning but NOOOOOOOOOOO they carried on all night at 15 mins apart, I dozed on and off. By 6am they were totally gone and I went through the whole of Friday with NOTHING! I decided to forget about it and pretend that nothing was going on that way I wouldn't feel like it was dragging on forever, though in the back of my mind I was stressing out big time. The reason I was so stressed is I had everyone on standby, I had different options for Babysitters for Gracie and I was trying to warn them it might be soon, but then again I was telling my brain that nothing was happening. I tried to get things going myself as I was NOT going to get a stretch and sweep this time, I was going to let my body do what it wanted to do when it wanted to, so I walked, and walked, and walked, and walked. Friday night 11pm they got going again, a little stronger but still every 15 mins until 6am then they stopped again, this also happened Saturday night after a day of walking, and walking, and walking. I hadn't really slept so I stayed in bed Sunday morning after my contractions went away AGAIN, whilst Haydn went to church with Gracie, I told my midwife what was going on and being the impatient woman that I am, asked her to come and give me a stretch and sweep, she came over and examined me and said if I was only one or two cm's dilated she wouldn't give me one but if I was 3 or more she would and she would make sure we had the baby in the next 24 hours. I was DONE I was so annoyed that everyone was telling me how much quicker second labours were and Joshua's was actually LONGER (but less painful). She examined me and I was 4-5 cms!!! I wasn't even in labour (EXACTLY like Gracie) so she gave me a stretch and sweep (HORRIBLE on both the pain and embarrassment scale) then I went to Mums for dinner. The contractions started up again while I was there, still only 15mins apart but more painful and I went home knowing that tonight was the night, they continued to get stronger but only got to about 9 mins apart, at one point the contraction was so horrendously painful I cried and told Haydn I couldn't do it. I was sobbing. I was so upset because I still wasn't in established labour and so I knew this baby was AGES away and the weird thing was the contractions were just as painful as the ones at the end (you know the ones, the 'I wanna die' ones) so I didn't know what to do because I couldn't do this much longer. I was on my fourth night of next to no sleep. So I called my mum (who is a midwife and seeing as it was 4am I didn't want to call my ACTUAL midwife because i wasn't ACTUALLY in labour) she told me to get up, put on a movie, stay standing up and eat something, if I had a contraction i was to lean against the wall. By 7am they STILL hadn't gotten any closer together and were STILL very painful, Haydn was up and he was helping by pushing his fist into my lower back (HEAVEN) he wanted to know whether he should go to work or not as technically nothing was happening and I started to get really stressed. I didn't want to waste Haydn's only two days off work on false labour, and it was the last week of school so Haydn had lots of exciting days planned and he kept letting me know (thanks babe) which days he didn't want to miss and which days he was happy for me to have the baby (LIKE I COULD TIME IT). I didn't want to ask anyone to babysit Gracie and go into hospital if they were just going to send me home and THEN they STOPPED AGAIN!!!! ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH it was obviously ALL in my head, my body just wasn't letting go because I was too stressed out. I texted my midwife and she told us to come into hospital and she would sort me out LOL. I started crying again because I didn't want to go in, as I knew they would send me home because I wasn't having any contractions. Then again I knew we had to do something, so I told Haydn to call work, I called Jackie and packed Gracie's bag and I announced that today we were HAVING THE BABY (because lets face it, if it were to go on another night I would have had a melt down......oh wait I already had one)

So we got to the hospital and Matty (Midwife) sent us walking up and down the stairs, I STILL wasn't getting contractions after about an hour and every time I would try and THINK myself into a contraction somebody would walk into the stairwell and it would die away (I know, I know I have mental problems) So I walked back up to Matty and I knew I was going to be sent home. She said she wanted to examine me, she wanted to break my waters, but because I was only a week over due I had to be in established labour before she was allowed. She also said that she tought it was all in my head (told you) and I wasn't letting go because I knew the pain that was about the come and the embarrassment of it all. When she examined me I was 6CM'S!! She looked at me and said 'Jess you are 6 cms, that's far enough along for me to be able to break your waters, WE ARE HAVING THIS BABY, do you want me to break them?' I freaked out this was IT! Half of me wanted to go home and try and get some sleep before the worst part started but half of me just wanted it done. She broke my waters while my Mum held my hand (this definitely was it because now everyone had seen everything and to make it worse I wasn't even on any Gas while I was on display :( ) Anyway, she sent me for another walk and I just kept praying and praying that this was it and it would be over quickly, I started having contractions pretty quickly, I had 3 all ten minutes apart and then old Haydn I wanted to go to our room because people were watching me, one woman even stopped in the stairwell with a very concerned face and bent down to ask me if I was ok IN THE MIDDLE OF MY CONTRACTION! It's just a contraction, but no I am not ok! Get out of my face lady!

We got up to the labour wards corridor and i had three in 15 mins YAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOO established labour!! and then the next three were only three minutes apart, then I realized I had better ask for pain relief before they denied me of it like last time, but whilst walking the 20 meters to my room they were back to back!! OH NO!

NO EPIDURAL!!! KILL ME NOW!!!! It hadn't even been an hour since they broke my waters and I knew he was close, I asked for some gas and sucked it for dear life and then 30 seconds later I screamed 'Oh CRAP I have to push!' WORST MOMENT OF MY LIFE SO FAR. They all got excited, (I HATE HATE HATE it when they do that) and they ripped my leggings and undies off (so undignified) I asked to get onto my back to push and started I was TERRIFIED I could feel him coming but the pain from my contractions wasn't really dying down like it did with Gracie, so I had pushing pain and contraction pain. Mum was telling Haydn to take the gas off of me because I wasn't concentrating. WHAT???!!!! I had only had it for 3 good puffs and now you want to take it away!!! NOT HAPPENING, so of course because I had the least control in the room they took it from me. I was SCREAMING! 'Pull him out of me' 'Get a knife and cut him out' 'I am going to die' I couldn't do it, I ACTUALLY couldn't do it, I wasn't pushing as well as I did with Gracie and he just wasn't coming out, Mum was telling me off telling me to stop grunting (Yup SHAMO) and put all the pressure into my bum (trust me, it sounds funny but as soon as I shut up and pushed into my bum he was almost out). At one point I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head and as Haydn's and my Mum's faces came towards me telling me not to give up, everything started going black, I tried to tell them 'I told you I was going to die and now I am dead' but then I started to come around again and I was so upset that I wasn't dead, like seriously I thought it was over and I was so excited.

When they finally told me the head was crowning I got a new energy and pushed his head out, it hurt like hell but I knew it was over, but then Mum and Matty started shouting and yelling 'you have to push again NOW' I was a little annoyed because once the head is out usually the rest just falls out but Joshies chord was round his neck and he was purple. So after one final PAINFUL push they pulled him out and placed him on my chest.

If you haven't had a baby NOBODY can explain to you the Joy, Relief and Happiness of that moment, NO more Contractions NO more pushing it is OVER and you have a BEAUTIFUL (even if he was a little purple) baby in your arms! I was crying, Mum was crying Haydn was crying and I was just so proud of myself.

My mind was officially blown! Just two hours before I was preparing for the 'you are going to have to go home and wait till these contractions really get going' speech and then BAM there's a baby.

I told Matty that next baby, I was coming in as soon as I have had a night of 15 minute apart contractions, she can burst my waters and then there will be an anesthetist waiting at the door ready to give me an epidural (which I have wanted for both babies but ne

ver got) what a perfect labour that will be. She said no, and that I can do it naturally no problems. NO PROBLEMS? yeah right, I thought I was dead, anyway, we will see who wins next labour. Probably her :(.

Well anyway at least Joshie's recovery made up for a horrible labour. NO stitches and I didn't need any panadol, I took it for a few hours because I was SURE pain was coming, but it didn't, within 2 days I was normal (down there) and because they put me on a drip for four hours due to heavy bleeding the bleeding after that only lasted 2 or so weeks, it was great!

I love Joshua and I love Gracie and even though I had nasty labours (according to me, I am sure women have had worse I just have a low pain threshold) I just adore them and would go through it again if that's what I had to do (is it wrong that I totally hesitated before I typed that last bit?) I know I should be happy that I get to have natural labours with no pain relief, because so many women have to get c-sections, but you know what in all honesty until I actually get a c-section and know what it is like I totally don't feel sorry for you guys LOL I am just being honest have a go at me if you want. The women I TRULY feel sorry for are the ones who do it all, contractions, pushing THE LOT and then get told they have to be rushed down for a c-section, now THAT would suck.

Anyway for women just about to do it, I have some advice. As SOON as you get to contractions five minutes apart and you don't think you can handle it, it gets WAY worse so ask for an epidural, because if you wait until breaking point they will try and put it off for a little while and then it will be too late!! Take Arnica post birth, I didn't with Gracie and then I did with Josh and it made a HUGE difference recovery wise (the no stitches thing helped too though) and take your own toilet paper to hospital, the stuff they have there is a cross between crepe paper and tracing paper, NOT nice!

Hopefully by next baby I will have it all sussed and contractions pushing AND recovery will be great.

Did I just say NEXT baby? Obviously the 'forget labour' hormones just kicked in.

p.s. I know this all sounds a bit grim but I wouldn't EVER tell a woman to not have a baby. I am EXTREMELY proud of myself for what I have now done twice and being a mother to my two beautiful children more than makes up for the pain, anxiety, tears, blood shed and embarrassment of labour.

Plus I am sure this won't put you off anyway because nobody can explain to you the true pain of labour, you have to go through it yourself.

ok can everybody else now please blog their own labour experiences so you can blow mine out of the water, because as much as I hate to admit it and as horrible as I made mine sound, it was actually (in my mother's words) totally normal! *sigh*

Joshua's Blessing

Joshua was Blessed in the first Sunday in February.  It was a great day and in the sacrament meeting there were in total 1 confirmation and 4 Baby blessings, so we really only had time for about 6-8 testimonies.  We had family over and it was a real good dinner.  There are always moments in time that need to be remembered and this day was one of them.  We love our Joshie, he is so happy and is a fantastic child to have.