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.

Here I lay in bed next to my snoozing husband- wide awake. I can't turn my brain off so I've decided to type. I have an appointment with my OB on Wednesday. The anxiety has already set in. This pregnancy has been hard- and extra long. I feel (although i know it's not the case) that every time we go in we hear bad news. I already want to brace myself so I'm more prepared. Why am I like this?? I need to relax and have faith. (it's what my mom is constantly telling me). Anybody who knows me knows It's pretty impossible for me to not be a nervous anxious reck about everything. I'm a head case.
After a roller coaster of a first trimester (we won't even go there)- I was still pregnant (great news) and was finally feeling better. At 14 weeks I had a little panic attack when Dr Lunt couldn't find the heart beat. When he finally did I almost hugged him. It took him a good 5 minutes. (that is loooong) At 16 weeks I found out we get to have another princess in our lives. So exciting! But by the end of the ultra sound after finding out i had something called Amniotic Band Syndrome- I was only hearing words like "disformities" "amputations" "taking baby early" "seeing a specialist" and "there's nothing we can do." I was pretty much walking in a cloud. Dr Lunt did his best at making us "feel better" and told us to try not to worry and we will see how she's doing at 19 weeks. Merry Christmas! That is a long three weeks. I also made the HUGE mistake of looking it up online for abut 30 seconds. So dumb. 19 week ultrasound. I was hoping for the best but prepared for the worst. I almost didnt want to look. What if my little girl was all tangled in my own uterus? I could tell right away she was looking great. There was no sign of ABS and baby girl was looking perfect! Miracle. But then we got to the part where they check her heart. 45. 45 beats a minute. At first I thought we were hearing mine but then realized it was my baby's. "Not good" is what the tech told us. I could tell she didn't quite know what to do. After 45 seconds it finally recovered and went back to 155. Dr lunt came right in to talk to us. The problem was they didn't know how long it had been really low like that because it was low as soon as she put the monitor on to listen. They started asking about heart problems in our families- and looking more closely at her heart. The good news is they could see four chambers and it seemed to be pumping correctly. So we get the good old "there's nothing we can do- so try not to worry" speech once again. He told me I could come in and listen to the heart any day any time. (I love my dr.) but to mostly pay attention to movement throughout the day. Good thing there has been no shortage of that lately. So hear I lay- worrying like a crazy person. We will see how it goes. Hoping for only good news this time!

Christmas Morning

Full success. Opening presents lasted well into the day. We went to church and spent the rest of the day playing and visiting with family. We drove home that night and spent Monday hanging with my family. I wish Christmas lasted all year. So sad that it's over...

Christmas Eve

We did a little shopping then spent the evening relaxing at Kelly's house. We made gingerbread houses and ate some yummy food. We opened Christmas jammies and settled in for the evening. The good news was everybody was feeling fine and Eliza's little spell was not the flu! We were so relieved.

12.23.11

We were all packed and ready to go up north to spend Christmas with Craig's entire family. Eliza woke up and wasn't acting like herself. Not a great start. But then when she started puking over and over again- I was pretty much a reck. A Christmas alone isolated from the outside world with no Christmas dinner or yummy food- with the stomach flu flashed before my eyes and I was devastated. I bawled. I had no back up plan and didn't want the flu passed to any of our family. After a long morning of the pukes and four loads of laundry she started eating the entire house and dancing and singing. Craiger jumped on the "feeling better this isn't the flu" train and we spent an hour loading the truck and we were on our way. Tragic Christmas avoided.

Christmas Time

A few days before Christmas my brother Riley's kids came in from Texas to have some Grandma and Grandpa time. We went hiking, made cookies, and had my mom's annual "treasure hunt" for those of us who weren't going to be around on Christmas. Eliza sure loves her cousins.