What a blessing

On Sunday May 2nd, Evan Joseph Hemsath was blessed by his daddy in the Stone Creek Ward down here in San Tan Valley. It was a beautiful blessing, and a number of family members made the hour long drive to come share that moment with us. Considering the services started at 8am, that support is even more appreciated. After the blessing, Daddy held Evan up for everyone to see before returning to his seat, at which point Jason, quite loudly, declared, "That's my brother!" He continued to state that declaration over and over, with some possessive emphasis on the "my". Everyone was chuckling while I was trying to quite him down. He was, and is, a proud big brother.

After the church services, we had a small family luncheon for those who could stay. It was nice to spend time with family and we're grateful they were able to come support us. Katie even got Evan to smile FOR THE CAMERA! So that was another highlight. Hope you enjoy the pictures.

HAPPY EASTER!

Happy Easter everyone! Hope that first picture made you smile. I had fun with him doing those. This is the one where he is closest to smiling. I haven't been able to capture Evan smiling in a picture yet, but he is smiling more and more. Usually in little bursts. We'll do something to make him smile, and then we drop everything to milk as many smiles out fo him while he's in the smiling mood. I can't wait for him to masters those muscles to be able to smile more and more. And then I'll get all the photos I can stand.

Easter Sunday was good at our house. After our 8-11am church, we came home and well, the video explains what happened when we walked in:











Here's Evan in his Easter Sunday outfit. The tie is from a garage sale I went to a while back, but the shirt and overalls are actually the outfit that Dustin was blessed in when he was a baby. So almost 30 years ago. I like that it looks like Evan is loosening his tie after a long day's work.


After we came home, it was nap time for the boys and prep time for mom and dad. The ham went in the oven, other eggs were filled with candy, and then we went out in the yard to hide them. Our friends the Weidners were coming over to have dinner and some Easter fun with us. We had been growing out our grass extra long to make for a better hiding place. As we went out to hide our goodies in the TALL green thick lawn we've cultivated, we discovered we had been watering it too much, because there are mushrooms growing all over. So we will cut the grass and cut back on the watering now that the hunt is over. But the kdis had fun finding their eggs. Here are some pictures.

All in all, it was a great Easter. I even got the inspriation for an animated short film (2-3 minutes) that I think has a lot of potential to maybe get me noticed by Pixar someday. So I am working on that script, as well as being busy finally rewriting my old animated feature from college. It was a really good Easter for all of the reasons you've read and seen here. But even without those things, Easter would have been great because no matter what happens, I will live again. Death will never conquer my sweet boys. My family will be together in the eternities. Because my Savior suffered and died on the cross, and was gloriously resurrected three days later, I do not fear the whispered taunts and threats of this world and its mortality. I testify that the tomb was in fact empty, and that Sunday morning so many years ago, mankind was truly made free. I love my Savior, and I hope your Easter was filled with His love and peace, just as ours was. Happy Easter!

Best Brothers

Jason has taken to refering to many a person as his "best friend". He first said it in reference to Evan, which of course just melted my heart. However, he meets a kid at the store and refers to them as his best friend, so I realize the title doesn't hold much importance like I wish it did. But the other day, he asked, "Where's my best baby Evan?" I love the silly things Jay says. Here are a few picture of the best baby Evan we know, and the older brother who loves him so.

Long time, no sleep

It's long overdue, but here is the post you've been waiting for. I apologize to those who aren't on facebook; I tend to post updates and photos there first, and then forget to update the blog as well, or in this case, don't have time to update both. But to get straight to the point... HE'S HERE!!! Evan Joseph Hemsath entered the world at 9:59pm March 2nd, 2011. 8 lbs 12 oz and 22 inches of yummy perfection. The whole labor and delivery was about five and half hours long. Had an epidural, only had to push twice, and the whole process went pretty smoothly, with quick recoveries for everyone.

There was one small issue with Evan. He made these funny noises when he breathed. they told us it was called Stridor and was no reason to be concerned. After investigating it and taking him to a few more doctors to make sure, we learned he has laryngolmalacia. Laryngo meaning larynx and malacia meaning soft or flimsy. In otherwords, the cartilage of his windpipe wasn't as stong as it should be, and when he breathed, it collapsed slightly for a moment, creating that Stidor. It didn't affect his oxygen levels, it was just noisy. We were told he would grow into it, there was nothing to do to treat it, and that most kids had lost all the Stridor by about 2 years. The first few days were rough because the Stridor at times like a cute chirp or squeak, and at other times like he was gasping for breath. Awake, asleep, didn't matter, he made the noises. I was well aware of the advice, "sleep when they sleep" and tried to take advantage of it. But on the rare occasion both Jason and Evan were napping at the same time, I couldn't nap, because Evan kept making these noises that sounded like he was going to choke at any minute, or his chirps were so loud I couldn't sleep through them. Here's a video I took that captures a little bit of what his noises were like.
Thankfully, at about 1 month, Evan started growing out of his Stridor. Today, his Stridor moments are less frequent and less loud. I forget he has it at all sometimes. What a tender mercy that is, because I really didn't think I could handle it for two whole years. Jason is adjusting as well as he can. He is starving for attention, and acts out sometimes, but he loves his brother and always wants to hold him or give him a binky. Jason's energy is crazy, he's bouncing off the walls most of the time, and we're trying to teach him its not okay to climb all over everyone, especially when they're holding the baby, and that there's a difference between hugging his brother and squeezing him too hard. It's a work in progress. But Jason is a silly, hyper, loving boy and is a good big brother. He is lucky to have not just one baby in his life, but two. My sister Katie had her baby five weeks before Evan, so they are cousins that feel more like twins size-wise. Jason was thrilled to get to hold both babies at a brunch after Evolette's blessing in church. So here is Jason with babies Evan and Evie. Evan is a great baby and we feel so blessed to have such beautiful kids. We are loving having Evan as part of our family and are grateful to be an eternal family, thanks to temple ordinances. I'll post more stories and photos later, but this will hopefully hold you over for now.

Ready or not

It's funny, in a way, how the trials of life catch you off guard. They say things happen when you least expect it. Not sure if I agree. Sometimes, you are totally expecting it. Like with parenthood. You have heard it's hard, and you are expecting it to be hard. So when it IS hard, it really is no surprise. The surprise, is how it is hard, and sometimes, how hard it is. So i don't think that trials happen when you least expect them because they happen whether you expect them or not. I am beginning to think, however, that they happen HOW you least expect them. Eitherway, expectations are futile.

Speaking of expecations and parenthood, we are still expecting. Due date is still set as March 1st. Per my appointment on the 14th, I was already 50% effaced and over 2 cm dilated. But that's the same place I was with Jason 11 days before he arrived. So I don't think I'll go past my due date, but i don't think it's coming "any minute" necessarily. It's already been 6 days since the appt and my Braxton's have calmed down the past few days, so I'm guessing this kiddo will probably come some time between the 25th and 28th.

Other than that guestimate above, I haven't really thought much about his impending arrival. Dustin and I haven't found a name that we both love yet. Lots of names we're both okay with, or names that one of us loves and the other isn't crazy about. But everytime we try and research and discuss names, I feel like we don't get anywhere, so i decided I wouldn't spend any more time worrying about it or trying to figure it out. Just take the books and our lists to the hospital and figure it out once we see him.

And I think its precisely that attitude that has led to my current trial, which is, the realization that I'm not necessarily excited for this baby to come. Realizing that makes me feel horrible. Awful, almost. I'm not bummed he's coming, or sad bout it at all, but I"m not anxious and excited. not like I was with jason.

Logically, it makes sense. The first kid changes everything. Quitting my full time job and getting to be a stay at home mother. Having to take birthing classes and read books and learn all I can about how to be a parent. Not knowing what to expect at all. having all these baby showers and counting down the days. Day dreaming about all the possibilities. The pending arrival of our first child seemed to consume our thoughts. Now, with this second one, things don't feel so urgent. No birthing classes or pregnancy books to read - I've done this before. No baby gear to buy, no need for a shower since its another boy. I'm too busy keeping up with the house, my callings, and my 2 year old son, to think too much about this other son inside of me. It's doesn't seem like as big a deal. Which is what makes me feel like a horrible mother.

I feel like I'm doing him some big disservice by not being more focused on his arrival. It doesn't feel right to feel so non-chalant about it all. Maybe it just hasn't really hit home yet; there is the possibility I haven't let it sink in that I really am going to have another little life joining our family and home. I mean the clothes are washed, the hospital has been toured, arrangements have been made for watching Jason, batteries are on hand for the mobile, the swing, etc. I've done what I can to be ready, but I don't feel ready. I don't feel anything, really.

In short, I've gone through the motions to get ready for baby #2, but it doesn't feel like I've gone through the emotions to get ready for him. When is that supposed to happen? Is it like this for most people with subsequent chilren? Or is something wrong with me?

Blue's Clues

I thought I'd try and blog about how much my son Jason is in love with "Blue's Clues." If you aren't familiar with this kid's show, here's the basic run-down: Real-life Steve has a cartoon puppy named Blue, and every episode they play "Blue's Clues" to figure out what Blue wants to do, eat, play, etc. Blue leaves a blue paw-print on three different items, to indicate that its a clue. Throughout the show, they find a clue, draw that item in Steve's handy-dandy notebook, and when we have all three clues, Steve sits down in the thinking chair and we figure out what those three clues are trying to tell us.

Well, Jason found a little notebook, which is now his Handy Dandy Notebook. "Ti-ee Ti-ee Wotebook!" as he proudly calls it. He has a few thinking chairs ("pinking chairs") that he has claimed both at his house, and at Grandma and Grandpa's. He loves to sit down and pretend to draw. It usually begins with "Okay, so..." and usually ends with a request for Mommy to help him draw a cactus, choo-choo, pawprint, Steve, puppy, the gym, whatever he comes up with at the time. Here is a picture of him drawing himself some clues.
However, he doesn't just make up his own clues. He finds them all over the place. I am amazed at where he finds things shaped like a pawprint. We'll be out and about at the store, and all of a sudden he is pointing excitedly and proclaiming at the top of his lungs, "A Clue! A Clue!" It sometimes takes me a minute to realize what he is referring to, but sure enough, there is something resembling a paw print (i.e. a big circle with 3+ smaller circles above it) that he has found. His perspective and observation amaze me. If you are looking for paw print clues, you can find them just about anywhere (the dirty spot stains on my unmopped kitchen floor, the bubble formations in the bath, the actual underside of a dog's foot, etc.) It's made me wonder how true this is of things other than pawprints. such as blessings. How many blessings are in my life, waiting to be discovered, but I don't notice them, because I'm not looking for them? Needless to say, my two year old has taught me that it's pretty hard to find what you aren't looking for, and with the right perspective, a whole world opens up.

Anyway, here are some pictures of different clues he has found that have amazed me. Note the backs of the frogs in his bedtime story, the chicken shaped head on my fast food cup, and the blue information on the paper box. Can you spot the clues as well as Jason did?

Missionary Rhapsody

One of my quirky silly hobbies is song parodies. I love to take a song that people already know and change the words to be about something else entirely. I love it because 9.9 times out of 10, it isn’t serious. So I don’t stress about it. Its just light-hearted, no-pressure fun with words. There’s no big symbolism or metaphors, no artistic message or deep emotion I’m trying to convey. The fun is just fitting new words into a pre-existing song. Its very unpretentious, and it is something I can usually start and finish pretty quickly. I like that about song parodies.

Between my sister’s baby shower and prepping for my own baby, all my writing this new year has been mainly of the journaling variety (which I’m still very proud of). However, last week, on the way to a doctor’s appointment, Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody was playing on the radio. I love that song in general. It’s just too random and fun to sing along with not to love. This time though, as I was listening, words just started popping into my head and the inspiration for a parody was born. I’ve spent the last week piecing it together when I had some time. Now it's done and since it’s the first “creative” thing I’ve done in a while, I thought I’d share it.

Now, people of the Latter-day Saint religion (Mormons) will probably appreciate it a little more than your average Joe, because this parody is about an LDS boy going on a mission. But to help anyone of any religion follow along, here’s three bits of background info. (Please note, I’m not trying to preach here. I’m just trying to give info to help you understand the parody)

1- LDS young men typically serve missions anywhere in the world for about 2 years. They are not paid for their service and work to raise the funds before hand to support themselves while they’re gone. Most leave around the age of 19. They don’t choose where to go. They fill out their application papers and then wait for a packet of info to come in the mail from the prophet/church headquarters, assigning them to any mission in the world, telling them when/where to report, etc. Most families say good-bye to their missionaries when they drop them off at the MTC (missionary training center) – a place where missionaries get a crash course in preaching and in their new language, lasting from 3-12 weeks. Then they’re sent off to their actual mission. (Though some families also go to the airport to ‘see off’ their missionary as he transfers from the MTC to his mission). Once in their mission, each missionary is assigned a companion, and all service and preaching is done in the language of that mission, in companionships. Communication to family back home is limited to weekly letters or e-mails, and phone calls only on mother’s day and Christmas. Missionaries often walk and bike everywhere, in the heat of summer and cold of winter. Missionaries use the title Elder instead of their first name. (Female missionaries use the title Sister.) They often refer to members of their faith, as well as people on the street, as Brother or Sister, with the reasoning that we are all children of the same Heavenly Father. Along with community service and helping church members in that area, they approach people on the street and ask if they can share a message (referred to as street contacting), or they will sometimes knock door to door asking if they can come in and share their message. Missionaries face a lot of rejection, some polite, some rude. Sometimes, people will listen to the message though, which uses the Bible and the Book of Mormon to teach people the gospel of Jesus Christ and encourage them to be baptized and keep God’s commandments. Seeing someone embrace the gospel and change their life because of it is what keeps a missionary going through all of the hard times.

2- While the Bible is a record of the people in the Palestine area, their dealings with God and their prophets, the Book of Mormon is a record of the ancient people on the American continent, their prophets, their interactions with God, etc. While the commandments given and principles taught in each scriptural account are essentially the same, the stories are different because they are two separate peoples living in two separate parts of the world. One person in the Book of Mormon was named Nephi. He was given a daunting assignment from God and responded, “I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them.” Nephi’s courage to say “I will go and do” has become almost a motto to many Mormons.

3- Unlike most the rest of South America, in Brazil, the language spoken is Portuguese, not Spanish (though the two languages are similar). Since that’s were the missionary goes in my parody, I threw in some Portuguese phrases (also trying to keep the flavor of the original rhapsody which had some Italian and middle eastern phrases) The translations are as follows: Com licença = a polite way of saying Excuse me. Senhor = Sir. Magnifico = Magnificent. Por favor = please. ‘ta loco = you’re crazy. Irmāo = Brother.

Okay, so that’s all the info I think you need to understand (and hopefully enjoy!) my parody. I envision this performed almost more as a skit, so the italicized words are the stage directions to help you visualize it the way I do. Hopefully you can hear how the parody fits with the original song; I didn't have the time to record myself singing it with background music. Anyway, without further ado, here my Missionary Rhapsody.

(A 19 year old boy waits outside by the mail box, anxiously checking it, singing to the audience)

Is this my real life?

Feels like a fantasy

Caught in a waiting game

No packet has come for me

Close your eyes

Pray up to the skies and see

I’m just a young boy

I will have no degree

Like Nephi “I will go” though unprepared

“I will do” although I’m scared

Anywhere he sends me

Doesn’t really matter to me, to me

(Short musical interlude. The envelope comes in the mail, he eagerly rips it open, reads it and excitedly runs inside to share the info with his family, specifically his mother, who gets a little choked up at the idea of her son being gone for so long)

Mama, I’m now a man

Got my call back in the mail

I am going to Brazil

Mama, life has just begun

But now I’m going to lay it all aside

Mama, ooh

There is no need to cry

Cuz I’ll be back again two years from now

Carry on, carry on cuz this is all that matters

(Short musical interlude. The boy now wears a suit, tie, missionary name badge, etc. His family is there at the ariport to see him off. He tries not to cry as he says good-bye to his mother one last time)

Finally, my time has come

The food there will be fine

Please send letters all the time

Goodbye, everybody

I’ve got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and preach the truth

Mama, ooooooh

I don’t want to cry

Sometimes wish you hadn’t come here at all

[Substantial musical interlude with guitar solo. The missionary is now with his companion, looking a little frazzled, walking the streets of Brazil]

Companion: I see a little silhouetto of a man

Elder please, Elder please, will you do the first contact?

Missionary:I’m sure my face is whitening, can’t believe its frightening me.

Com licença, com licença, com licença, com licença, com licença, please Senhor

(The missionary tried to get the man’s attention, but was brushed off and ignored)

Companion – sarcastically: Magnifico-o-o-o-o

Missionary: I’m just a young boy nobody listens

Companion: He’s just a young boy with a brow that glistens

Spare him some time in this hot summer heat

(The two missionaries take to knocking on doors)

Missionary: Por favor, please Senhor, will you let me in?
Resident: ‘ta loco! No, we will not let you in
Missionary: Let us in
Resident: ‘ta loco! We will not let you in
Missionary: Let us in

Resident: ‘ta loco! We will not let you in
Missionary: Let us in

Resident: (Will not let you in)
Missionary: Let us in

Resident: (Will not let you in)

Missionary: Let us in!
Residents: No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Missionary: Oh mama mia, mama mia, Mama Mia, I want to go
But I know that’s just the devil and he’s tempting me, tempting me, tempting me!

(Hard core guitar solo brief interlude during which the missionary regains his courage and knocks another door confidently. He starts to preach before the man who answers can say anything.)

Missionary: So you think there is nothing beyond this life?

So you think you can eat, drink, be merry and die?

No, Irmāo, you can’t do that Irmāo,

You’ll find that out, you’ll it all out right here.

(The missionary hands the man a copy of the Book of Mormon. The man accepts. During the substantial guitar solo interlude, the man reads the scriptures, talks with the missionaries, and a softening of his countenance can be seen. The missionaries show him a picture of baptism, and he nods in agreement. They are all happy together)

Missionary: This is all that matters

This is what is real

This is all that matters

This is all that matters, can’t you feel?