Friday, October 22, 2010


If you know me well, shopping has never been a big favorite past time. I am a shopper that goes into a store and knows what I want and gets it and leaves. I don't love the browsing or the actual "shopping" and digging through things.
But lately, being deprived of this experience nearly 100%, I have missed it.
I miss shopping for clothes for my kids, walking around Costco just to see what they have, hunting for bargains, going for sales, and getting the excitement of getting a great deal and calling my sister to tell her about it. I miss being able to go somewhere for 20 minutes that is air conditioned just to waste some time. I also feel I am missing out on the excitement with a new baby coming to buy things for it, get a room ready, buy new books, blankets, and clothes for it, but I guess I will have to make up for some lost time when I am back in the States with my mom and my sisters.

petting zoo?

On Wednesday the local Veterinarian school opened up their pasture to the kids to come in and pet the animals. Fenton loves to look at horses in books and so I thought this would be a great idea. I learned quickly that my kids like animals at a safe distance and contained.
We went to the pasture and they just let us in to roam with the animals. Fenton was already in hysterics when we went through the gates. He was crying and holding on to me for dear life. Eliza was hiding behind my leg the whole time.
The animals there were horses, cows, donkeys and 2 very large bulls. These were big animals and any movement from the animals the kids would cling on even tighter. The animals were walking around freely so they would come right next to us, right behind us and follow us and frighten the kids. I was a little jumpy too, I have to admit.
We stayed only 30 minutes before I was carrying both of them with the faces buried in my chest. After about 10 minutes I thought that I should have brought my camera, but as the time passed I realized that there was no way I could have taken any pictures with my kids scared and my hands full. Needless to say my kids probably won't grow up to be vets.

Eliza is growing up

You would think in a place that you would only wear flip flops that learning to tie her shoe was not a priority, but that is not the case for Eliza. Our friends gave Eliza a pair of running shoes with laces and Eliza has been quite diligent the last 2 days to learn how to tie them herself and she has done a great job. I can't believe that she can tie her own shoes already. It isn't perfect, but she does a great job. She is growing up way too fast.

Sunday, October 10, 2010


What a cool date... 10-10-10. I have been thinking about time passing and how we each measure time. It can be measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years. Some have calendars, day books, schedules from school, tests, appointments or vacations that measure their time, or how much time has passed. I don't have a calendar, but I have noticed one way that I monitor time and it involves one of my favorite things to do, throw things away.
I bought toiletries and such in England for me to have here in Grenada because I knew it would be a bit cheaper that way. I bought diapers, laundry detergent, soap, tooth paste and other such items and it is exciting to me to throw box away and open another box. It is a measurement of time for me that we are using all of these items I bought and that means time is going and that means we are getting closer and closer to finishing with the second year of med school and with living in Grenada. It is a bit pathetic that my time is measured in laundry detergent, which I only have 5 boxes left, but it is how time is measured in my own bizarre way.

Eliza's 1st testimony

Today was the 1st time that Eliza bore her testimony in sacrament meeting. We have been practicing with her for a while. She showed interest in bearing her testimony a couple of months ago and so we taught her and we practised. She went right up there and said her testimony. I didn't help her or say anything and she was amazing. I almost started to cry. What a special little girl that we have. She truly is naive and beautiful. I feel so blessed to have her as my daughter.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Boy or Girl?????

I knew that having a child in a third world country would offer some complications. They do things a bit differently here. I have to bring my own chart to each of my appointments and if I get blood work or an ultrasound I have to do it at a different location then pick up the results and bring them back to my doctor. A bit different than at home.

I am about 20 weeks along now, (half way!!!!) and I got an ultra sound. I found the ultra sound technician downtown Grenada. Finding the place is always half of the battle here. I asked several people where it was and I got 3 different directions. I have a pretty good sense of direction and I learned quickly on my mission to rely on the Holy Ghost to help me find things and places that I needed to find. So I went into this hoping to find the place. I found it quit easily.
With my past experiences with ultrasounds, they are usually at the same location as the Dr. and the technician will describe and explain what we are looking at explain the measurements and the sex of the baby.
While I was getting my ultrasound here, I waited patiently as she took measurements, took pictures and listened to the heart beat for her to explain everything and tell me what she could but she didn't say a word.
She started to wipe off my belly and she said "you can come back tomorrow to pick up the report to take to your Dr."
I then asked, "that's it? well how does everything look?"
She said that she can't say anything and that it is the Dr.'s job to read and assess the report. She was not at liberty to make any calls. I asked her if she at least knew the sex of the baby. She said that from her view she saw that it was a boy.
I was surprised because I had a Dr. appointment 2 weeks ago and the Dr. did an ultrasound and he said that he saw that it was a girl. I told the technician this so she decided to look again and she still supported her own assumption that it was a boy and said she was rarely wrong, but it was still early and it was really the Dr.'s call to make any real decisions.
So who do I believe? I guess I will have to wait a little longer. The final decision has yet to be determined.
FYI...... the ultrasound cost about $30 US.