My Eliza

She is hilarious.  She is so dang smart I can't even handle it.  Here is what we have been up to:

She got a "Princess Bed".  I had planned on transitioning her to her queen bed before baby came- but things got a little messy when we suddenly rented our house out- and our building plans fell through (long story). Luckily the Facer place had some extra space for us. Eliza's "room" is now the library.  After sleeping on her mattress on the floor for a couple weeks my mom threatened to kick me out if I didn't just buy her a dang toddler bed.  I found this and couldn't resist...she is in heaven with this thing.  And lucky us- she stays in it until we come get her in the morning.  

Decorating cupcakes at 25 Main.  She was convinced it was her Birthday no matter how many times I told her it wasn't.

Swimming with Kendall.  We are a little excited for warmer weather.

Our little ballerina.  She LOVES wearing her ballet clothes and dancing all around the house.  But she is not loving dance class.  The first couple weeks she went right in but didn't want to participate.  She would stand in the corner and just watch.  Then she started dressing up with her class- but would still stand in the corner and watch.  Now she won't even go in without me.  It's not frustrating at all....

The tea party at the end she has no problem with though.  

Her hair is getting curlier and curlier.  

And I love it.

There have only been a few times where she has fallen asleep somewhere other than her bed or her car seat.  Mema's couch is way comfy I guess...

Some of the things she says:

While watching a movie- "I'm getting tired again.  We better get up and do something and go somewhere."

"I have to go potty." Again? "Ya- it's been a hard day."

I said- I'm going downstairs to do some laundry ok?  Pointing at me she says "Ok just beee carefo mommy.  Be carefo wif all those clothes."

"Don't hop in the shower mommy- just walk in the shower."

She is so excited for her little sister to get her.  She is constantly rubbing my belly and saying "Mom- your baby is so cute!"  "I'm going to kiss my little sister."  I get lots of hugs and kisses and rubs on my belly.  "My little sister loves when I rub and tickle her."  "My little sister is going to chase me."  "When my little sister gets her she will eat her breakfast with a little baby spoon."  She is just constantly talking about her.  Let's hope she loves her when she really does get here!

One of my favorites- My sister-in-law's name is Mykelle.  Pronounced My-Kell.  When Eliza is talking to me about her she calls her YOU-kelle.  And if she's talking to anybody else about Mykelle she calls her "My mommy's Kelle."  It's hilarious and I love it.  I hope she never figures it out.

She melts my heart daily.

The real Birthdays

Our families took Craig and I to Benja's to celebrate our Birthdays.

They hung out with us the entire week and we celebrated (I mean moved) daily.

It was a long long week.  We can never thank our family enough for all they did to help us.  We are overwhelmed with gratitude for great family and friends.  Thank you all so much.

 Birthdays

Craig and Adam planned a Birthday (early Birthday for me) celebration for Cassidy and I in Mesquite.  They took us to Katherines where we ate 2 appetizers, our meals, and 7 desserts.  Seven.  I'm pretty sure our server thought we were insane.  That's ok.

They also surprised us with a (planned) trip to Disneyland.  We had one planned with the Leggs last year, but things fell through when Cassidy decided to have her baby at 26 weeks.  Speaking of 26 weeks... that's where I'm at.  Pretty crazy to think about.  

The boys were so sweet to plan a trip for us and make it happen.  We can't wait.  Seriously.  We can't.  Cassidy and I are going early.  The boys will meet us down there when they planned!

Marci Got Married!!!

And these are the only pictures I have to show for it...

 Marci is one of my dearest friends.  I may have been just as excited as her on her wedding day.  She was beautiful.  The wedding was beautiful.  The snow was beautiful.  The reception was beautiful.

I just wish I was smart enough to get a picture of it all. Or just any of it.

I.am.lame.

 Grandma Carol

My Grandma Carol passed away on January 2nd.  Although it was hard, it was such a blessing for her.  She had been living in a rest home for the last year and half, and we had all watcher her slowly slip further and further away from us.  She didn't recognize us anymore.  She didn't talk anymore.  Her body was slowly failing her.  I am so thankful for the last few visits I had with her.  One of my visits she actually recognized who I was and she was so happy.  I hadn't seen her smile so big in so long.  I am so grateful she was able to meet my Eliza.

I was able to be in the room with her when she died.  It is something I will never forget.  We had got a phone call from Kolob the night before.  They told my Dad she wasn't doing well.  She had had the flu and her fever just wasn't breaking.  I told my Dad to call me the next morning when he saw her and we would come have a visit.  He called me about 9 am and said it wasn't looking good.  He told me he if I wanted to see her alive I should come over as quickly as possible.  I called Craig's Mom who came right over and got Eliza from me.  My Dad called Craig and arranged for Hospice to come take care of her final day/days.  He was there before I was and was able to arrange for a bigger more private room for us to spend the day with her in.  After all the paper work and arrangements were finally done we were ready to move her.  My Mom and Dad, Craig and I, and my little brother Tyson (who just happened to be passing through town) were all there.  As soon as we got into the new room and all was quiet we quickly noticed her breaths were getting shorter and less frequent.  We gathered around as a family and watched as she struggled taking each breath.  It was painful to watch.  We were all struggling.  My Dad kept telling her it was time and to just go.  She suddenly sat up a bit, raised her shoulders up and looked as if she was wincing or struggling.  She slowly laid back down and then was gone.  We had just watched her spirit leave her body.  An experience I will never forget.  I am so glad we were able to be there with her as a family.  She passed away within an hour of us arriving at Kolob. I was so proud of Craig and everything he did for our family in the short amount of time we had left with her.  Everything worked out so perfectly.

Grandma Carol was the sweetest person ever made.  I have so many memories with her.  She will be missed.

Carol Bessie Morrison Facer passed away peacefully on January 2^nd, 2012.  She was surrounded by her family.  She has once again been united with her loving husband Blaine, beloved son David, her parents and Brother Howard, who all preceded her in death.

Carol was born January 8^th, 1918 in Richfield UT to Harold and Myrle Morrison.  She graduated from Carbon High School in 1936.  She married Blaine Harding Facer on August 1, 1938.  Their marriage was solemnized in the Manti Utah LDS Temple in 1962.

In the year 2000 they moved to Saint George to be closer to family.

She lived most of her life in Provo, where she and Blaine raised their two boys Brent and David.  She was an expert at knitting and crocheting and worked for years at Heindselman’s knitting and gift shop.  She took great pleasure in teaching others her craft.

She was a member of the LDS Church and served in many callings.  She lived in the Rivergrove 2^nd Ward for almost 50 years.

She is survived by her son Brent (Jillyn) Facer of Saint George, 6 Grandchildren and 8 Great Grandchildren.

She leaves behind a legacy of love and kindness, and will be greatly missed.

A Graveside service will be held Friday January 6^th at 11:00 a.m. in the Provo City Cemetery.