Monday was a holiday. Since my mom and dad had the day off I asked if they wanted to do something fun. We decided on having a picnic. They told me they'd take us to the Wetlands. What? We have Wetlands in Las Vegas? There is water here? So we went and it was a lot of fun. The weather was perfect, there were not a ton of people, the boys had a good time and it was FREE! We walked on some different paths and saw some small streams and ponds. We had a picnic in a little area with some trees and some water trickling by. We saw butterflies and a ladybug, birds and Colin saw some fish. Our picnic was right by an ant hill so we saw lots of ants too. It's fun when you've lived somewhere all your life and discover places you've never been before.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Change
I'm not really a huge fan of change. My whole life growing up I lived in the same house, had the same friends; everything was comfortable and predictable. I like when things are easy, when I know what is going on and when I know where I am going to be. I like digging roots and staying in one place for a long time. Dave, on the other hand, moved a lot in his family so he is used to change. He is outgoing and in a new situation he can strike up a conversation with anyone. We are moving. I don't know exactly when or where, but I've got boxes in the guest room and the garage, and I'm starting to fill them. We didn't plan on moving from this house but things happen and changes come. I know we won't be going far. It's not like we're moving to a different city or state - we're not even moving to a different side of town. Most likely we'll be in the same neighborhood, but in a new ward, maybe the boys going to a new school (the one my mom works at so that would actually be fun!). And even though I know this is the right thing for us and I know it's not forever, it's still been a little hard on me. Some days I will cry when I think about the wall we've used to measure the boys as they've grown the past 5 years. Other times I'll be excited at a prospects of house shopping again in a few years to find our "dream home", the place we will stay and raise our boys. Sometimes I think of the people we already know in the other wards and I think it will be a fun change, but then other times the thought of being the "new girl" makes me nervous. I worry about the boys, but I know they'll be fine - Trevor is like Dave in that he can make a friend where ever he goes and Colin just goes along with the flow and doesn't seem to have a care in the world. It's really not that big of a change when I stop to think about it, but girls get attached to things like houses. In my heart I know it will all work out, I know we're doing the right thing, I know we'll be in the right places at the right times and all will be well. A wise woman I've known all of my life said to me the other day, "As long as you have your family with you everything will be all right." And she is right.
Friday, February 5, 2010
100 and Counting
Here is a newspaper article about my Great- Grandma turning 100 year old.
North Las Vegas resident Helen Jensen, who is 100 years young, was honored during the recent State of the City address, garnering a standing ovation and handshakes galore.
For the centenarian, who has lost count of her grandchildren and great grandchildren, it was the icing on the cake of what she described as a rewarding life.
Jensen was born Jan. 26, 1910, weighing only three pounds, during a North Dakota winter that she recalls her mother describing as one of the worst she'd ever witnessed.
"I was so small," she said. "But my mom was a good mamma and she knew exactly what to do." Jensen said that her mother placed her in a shoebox that was then placed on an open oven door in an effort to keep her warm.
"It was ingenious," she said.
Jensen was the middle child with three sisters and four brothers. The family lived on a farm where Jensen's job was to pick potato bugs off of growing crops, a favorite memory, she said.
"All the other kids had their chores. We were all out there helping. I loved doing it," she said.
When Jensen was about 12, her father, whom she said was a jack-of-all-trades, moved the family to the Las Vegas area in search of work.
"He wanted to come work for the railroad," she said. "That was in 1924. We came to North Las Vegas before it was (incorporated as) North Las Vegas. And I've been here ever since."
Jensen married young, wedding her first husband, Joe, at the age of 16. Her first daughter, Joy, was born just a few years later.
"I loved being a mom. I felt like it was one of those things I was meant to do," Jensen said.
Two more girls, Rita and Esther, were born within a four-year span, just in time for Jensen to grapple with the responsibilities of motherhood in the crippling Depression.
"But we had some good neighbors and although my husband had trouble finding work, we made it. My girls never went hungry," she said.
Esther Faircloth, now 75, said she remembers those days when her parents owned two homes in North Las Vegas but were forced to move into an old, abandoned gas station at the edge of town and rent the other two properties to make ends meet.
"But those were also good times. For example, I can remember swimming in the Colorado River out at the Hoover Dam while it was being built," she said. "Mamma has pictures."
Jensen and her husband worked and raised their children through the years. During World War II, Jensen became a nurse after fulfilling the only requirement of the time, which was to read the "Handbook of Women's Ambulance and Defense Corps of America," and pass an exam. She worked as a nurse at the county hospital for more than 20 years.
"I started during a war when everyone was encouraged to go out and do their part, so that's what I did," she said.
Jensen and Joe eventually moved to a ranch in Utah where they lived for six years, but the couple returned to Nevada after an accident left Joe in bad shape.
"He had some bruises and broken bones. And we decided to come home to be with our girls," she said.
After 54 years of marriage, Joe passed away, in what Jensen described as one of the most devastating days of her life.
"But you move on and live life because that's all you can do," Jensen said.
In 1981, Jensen married second husband Lee, with whom she shared a quarter century until his death four years ago.
Jensen celebrated her 100th birthday with a party on Jan. 23 (three days in advance of the actual birthday) at Aliante Station, surrounded by three generations of descendants and hundreds of relatives.
"I've lived a good life," she said. "North Las Vegas has always been my home, and I've seen a lot of change through the years. I have no regrets. I only feel blessed."
For the centenarian, who has lost count of her grandchildren and great grandchildren, it was the icing on the cake of what she described as a rewarding life.
Jensen was born Jan. 26, 1910, weighing only three pounds, during a North Dakota winter that she recalls her mother describing as one of the worst she'd ever witnessed.
"I was so small," she said. "But my mom was a good mamma and she knew exactly what to do." Jensen said that her mother placed her in a shoebox that was then placed on an open oven door in an effort to keep her warm.
"It was ingenious," she said.
Jensen was the middle child with three sisters and four brothers. The family lived on a farm where Jensen's job was to pick potato bugs off of growing crops, a favorite memory, she said.
"All the other kids had their chores. We were all out there helping. I loved doing it," she said.
When Jensen was about 12, her father, whom she said was a jack-of-all-trades, moved the family to the Las Vegas area in search of work.
"He wanted to come work for the railroad," she said. "That was in 1924. We came to North Las Vegas before it was (incorporated as) North Las Vegas. And I've been here ever since."
Jensen married young, wedding her first husband, Joe, at the age of 16. Her first daughter, Joy, was born just a few years later.
"I loved being a mom. I felt like it was one of those things I was meant to do," Jensen said.
Two more girls, Rita and Esther, were born within a four-year span, just in time for Jensen to grapple with the responsibilities of motherhood in the crippling Depression.
"But we had some good neighbors and although my husband had trouble finding work, we made it. My girls never went hungry," she said.
Esther Faircloth, now 75, said she remembers those days when her parents owned two homes in North Las Vegas but were forced to move into an old, abandoned gas station at the edge of town and rent the other two properties to make ends meet.
"But those were also good times. For example, I can remember swimming in the Colorado River out at the Hoover Dam while it was being built," she said. "Mamma has pictures."
Jensen and her husband worked and raised their children through the years. During World War II, Jensen became a nurse after fulfilling the only requirement of the time, which was to read the "Handbook of Women's Ambulance and Defense Corps of America," and pass an exam. She worked as a nurse at the county hospital for more than 20 years.
"I started during a war when everyone was encouraged to go out and do their part, so that's what I did," she said.
Jensen and Joe eventually moved to a ranch in Utah where they lived for six years, but the couple returned to Nevada after an accident left Joe in bad shape.
"He had some bruises and broken bones. And we decided to come home to be with our girls," she said.
After 54 years of marriage, Joe passed away, in what Jensen described as one of the most devastating days of her life.
"But you move on and live life because that's all you can do," Jensen said.
In 1981, Jensen married second husband Lee, with whom she shared a quarter century until his death four years ago.
Jensen celebrated her 100th birthday with a party on Jan. 23 (three days in advance of the actual birthday) at Aliante Station, surrounded by three generations of descendants and hundreds of relatives.
"I've lived a good life," she said. "North Las Vegas has always been my home, and I've seen a lot of change through the years. I have no regrets. I only feel blessed."
My Great-Grandma with her daughter (my grandma,), son-in-law and 7 grandchildren (my dad and his siblings).
My Great-Grandma with most of her great and great-great grandchildren from my dad's side of the family.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Waiting....
I called the medical advice line at the doctor's office this morning to see what I should do about Logan. I took him in on Friday for croup and he got a shot of something that made his croupy cough go away but now he's coughing like crazy and he and I have not gotten a good night's sleep for a couple of days now. He's cranky and the past 2 days he's ASKED to take a nap and last night he went to bed at 6 and fell right to sleep. So I'm thinking he must be REALLY sick. The nurse called me back once already, but she had to check with the doctor so now I'm going to just wait. She might call back soon or I might not hear back from her until the end of the day. I keep wondering if I should just go and do my grocery shopping now, or if as soon as I leave the house the phone will ring. I guess times like this are why people have cell phones. But I don't have one so I'll just sit and wait some more while I listen to Logan hacking away.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Baby Gage
My sister had a baby boy and he's the cutest little thing. I took the boys last week to her place so they could meet their new baby cousin. Logan was freaking out (in a good way) when he saw the baby. He loves babies and to be that close to one was just so fun for him. He had the biggest smile on his face and wanted to hold Baby Gage the whole time we were there. He'd get mad at me for taking him away and say, "No! I hold baby!" It was fun seeing the boys with him. Trevor and Colin thought he was cute, they each took a turn to hold him but that was good enough for them. 

Friday, January 8, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Logan turns 2
Logan's birthday is this week. He will be 2. Dave and I remember when Trevor turned 2 everyone warned us about the terrible twos. We prepared ourselves and we waited and waited but 2 was a great age for Trevor and for Colin. It was 3 and 4 that were difficult (and also 6 for Trevor). Logan has already had his fair share of tantrums and trouble making, but he is actually a really, really good boy. Some things about Logan:
- he loves sharing a room with his 2 older brothers
- he wants to do everything his older brothers do
- he is very good at helping - he likes to help sweep the floor, put away the clean dishes, wipe the counters and anything else we are doing to clean up
- he goes down for naps and bedtime really well if Dave does it, but gets up a lot when Mom does it
- he talks a lot, is starting to sing songs, LOVES to be read to
- Logan is a great little boy with lots of energy, a good heart and mostly good intentions
Trevor and Colin meeting Logan for the first time
Logan at 6 months old
His first birthday - he sure loved his cake!
Trying to fill his Daddy's shoes
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