Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Thanksgiving

I can't believe how fast time is flying by! Emery is 6 weeks old already and getting cuter every day. Here she is at Thanksgiving, Grandma's Little Pumpkin:


We had a great feast, all my siblings were there for it, including Matt's fiance, Kim, who we are so excited to have joining our family come the New Year. Good food, good company...what more can you ask for? Here's a few pictures of the party.


Matt and Kim with Emery.

For the after dinner entertainment we watched Natalie style Spencer's hair and beard. One of these days he'll let us shave it...maybe.

Gavin clearly enjoying the day. You never know what kind of face you're going to get when you point a camera at Gavin and say "smile".


Gavin and I have so much to be thankful for this year: Gavin graduating law school and passing the bar, a great place to live, a knowledge that Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ know and love us, a happy and fun marriage, and most of all, EMERY ALICE!!!

I think this picture is so funny! Between the pjs and her pose she looks like she belongs in a jungle, sleeping in the trees. :)

Here she is, "Stickin' it to the man!" in her sleep.

Look at her double chin!!! She is a chubby little girl and I LOVE IT! I love her big cheeks and thigh rolls and her chubby little hands.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Telepath

2 excerpts from this weekend:

One. I am lying in bed on Friday night ready to take my ethics test in the morning and I think to myself "I must be a little concerned, my eyebrows feel like they've been knitted all day. I wish someone would tickle my face to relax them." A few seconds later Tiffany is feeding Emery and asks "Would you like me to tickle your face so you could relax your eyebrows?" Mind you, she has not asked me this, and I have not needed this, for at least three months. Telepath.

Two. The next morning I finish taking my test and I stop by Winco downtown because my test was closeby. I call Tiffany to ask her if she needed anything and she says "I knew you would go to Winco, I was going to send you a text but I thought 'He'll just go' so I didn't text you because I wanted to tell you that I knew you would go. I knew it."

You know what I knew? I am glad I married her.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

By the way, here is a gallery of pictures we took in the hospital.

Emery's first Halloween

Look at how cute she is!!! Her first Halloween. We could have scored a year supply of candy if we would have taken her out Trick or Treating. She was not such a fan of the costume as you can see, but even with her sad face she's the cutest little pea you've ever seen!

Happy Halloween!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

She's here!
Emery Alice Giraud arrived on October 19th, 2011 at 5:48 am, weighing in at 7 lbs 11 oz and 20 1/2 inches long, with lots of beautiful dark hair. It has been an exciting and wonderful 2 weeks as we get to know her and her little personality.

Here's the labor story:

Tuesday October 18th I had my 39 week check. I wasn't due for another 5 days, but of course we were anxious and hoping I would come early. But seeing as it was my first I was trying not to get my hopes up. When the nurse practicioner checked to see my progress I was so excited when she said I was dilated to 3.5 cm and that my body was ready and she was sure I would not even make it to my due date. Gavin and I were so excited. She also stripped my membranes, which gave me a horrible contraction. The first thing that I thought during the contraction was "Oh yeah, I'm definitely getting an epidural." Up to that point anytime people would ask me if I was going to get an epidural my answer would always be that I didn't know. I didn't really want one because the thought of them freaks me out, but it seemed silly to me to say "Oh there's no way I'm getting an epidural" when I had never experienced the pain before so how would I know if I wanted one or not? What if I got in there and wanted one? I wanted to keep my options open. Gavin was rooting for me to go without one however, so I didn't tell him my thoughts during my doctor's appointment.

So we left the appointment, but my contractions continued. They weren't horrible and were pretty inconsistent, but it was still exciting that they continued. Our next stop was Taco Tuesday at Cafe Rio with some friends Andy and Hilary. Hilary was pregnant with their second child and she always has good advice for me so I was happy to meet up with them and share our news. They mentioned they were going with her nephew to a movie that night and Gavin, realizing that this might be our last chance to see a movie together for a very long time, decided we should go see a movie too. So we headed over to the dollar theater and saw Rise of the Planet of the Apes. I don't know why but I just think it's so funny that I watched that movie as my labor began. So random. I was worried that my water would break or something during the movie, but luckily it didn't.

We went home around 9:00 pm, and my contractions started getting more intense. By 10:00 they were FIERCE, but they never got consistent. I kept waiting for them to be the textbook 5 minutes apart for 1 minute lasting for 1 hour, but they never got to that point. They would come 1 minute apart and last 1 minute and then come again in 2 or 3 minutes and last longer. I started throwing up and was feeling pretty miserable so Gavin grabbed our bags and we hopped in the car (that's a lie, I definitely did not hop) and drove to the hospital. Wouldn't you know it, on the drive over there my contractions eased up, still painful, but not nearly as intense as they were. We get to the hospital and sit in the parking lot for about 10 minutes because I can't decide whether or not to go in. Pretty soon I started throwing up again and I'm like "Forget this, I'm going in!" My other thought was again "I'm totally getting an epidural". So we check in and the nurse says I'm still only dilated to a 3.5 cm so I'll have to walk around for an hour so see if that gets my labor going more. That was a long hour. My contractions were coming one minute apart and lasting about 45 seconds. I was so tired I could barely keep going, but Gavin was a huge support and helped me keep my pace up. When the hour was over I was dilated to a 5 and they admitted me. I was so glad because there was NO WAY I was going home in feeling like I did.

They asked if I wanted an epidural and I said I wanted to first just try some IV pain meds and see how that worked. And let me tell you they WORKED. Within a few seconds of administration I was feeling it and I asked her if it should be working already. She started an explanation about how she had just administered it and it might take a little....well I didn't hear the rest because I was TOTALLY out of it. She had some questions to ask me but I was totally worthless. I would fall asleep halfway through my answer, if I even heard her at all. Good thing Gavin was there. I don't remember a whole lot of the next few hours, just that the contractions would come and they would hurt like crazy and I would just squeeze Gavin's hand as hard as I could till they were over, then I would fall asleep. I was soooo loopy. The pain medication definitely didn't take the pain away, it just relaxed me enough that I could handle it. After a few hours I felt like I needed to push, so the nurse came in and for 2 1/2 hours I pushed. It was so hard and I struggled making all my pushes really effective, probably because I was pretty exhausted. The nurse was great though and after I pushed Gavin would say "Good job Tiffany, that was great, you're doing so well" and the nurse was like, "No, that wasn't as good of a push" or "you need to push harder". No nonsense from her! She was awesome, and I'm really grateful she was there. The thing that I found the most helpful though was by far Gavin's support. Because of the medication and being so tired I think I didn't open my eyes for most of the time, any time I tried I couldn't really focus on anything and they would just roll back. But as each contraction started and I would have to push I would crack my eyes open to see Gavin standing right by my bed, 100% attentive and ready, encouraging me and telling me how great I was doing. I couldn't have done it without him, he was the best coach ever!


After all that fun, Emery Alice Giraud was born at 5:48 am. I couldn't believe that the little girl that was just inside of me was now outside of me. What a crazy experience! She was so beautiful and had lots of dark hair, which I had wanted so bad. During pregnancy I kept having dreams about her and she always had lots of dark hair.

She's now 2 WEEKS OLD, I can't believe it. The days go by so fast when my only goal each day is to feed her and change her diapers. I can lose a whole hour just staring at her beautiful little face and watching her make faces in her sleep.

Welcome to the world Emery Alice!




Tuesday, October 4, 2011

I would like to start with an excerpt from a book I read recently. The book is Henry David Thoreau's Walden. Walden is a thoughtful commentary sparked by the author's experience living on Walden Pond by himself for a year. Overall I highly recommend the reading. One passage, however, was a bit surprising and curious, especially if taken out of context like I have done here. It brought to mind a scripture that the Lord’s servants mentioned multiple times this General Conference. See if you can guess which scripture it was.

"Age is no better, hardly so well, qualified for an instructor as youth, for it has not profited so much as it has lost. One may almost doubt if the wisest man has learned anything of absolute value by living. Practically, the old have no very important advice to give the young, their own experience has been so partial, and their lives have been such miserable failures, for private reasons, as they must believe; and it may be that they have some faith left which belied that experience, and they are only less young than they were. I have lived some thirty years on this planet, and I have yet to hear the first syllable of valuable or even earnest advice from my seniors. They have told me nothing, and probably cannot tell me anything, to the purpose.”

While I disagree with some aspects of the point Thoreau seems to be making, the passage did bring to mind a scripture: 1 Timothy 4:12. "Let no man despise thy youth." As a result of my experience on the way to becoming a patent attorney I am perceptive of the need for people to expand our vision of the world. Blindly following the path laid by “Age” does not lead human-kind to cook their food (an example from Thoreau). At some former time, someone with youth as an instructor considered adding fuel to the fire and look where that took us. Age, only, does not lead a person to plow his field for a particular crop, nor does it lead a man to build a boat, or a factory, or an iPhone. These innovations were created by people who did not let any man despise them for their youthful and novel ideas.

Thoreau’s passage also led me to consider a bigger point that I would like to make in the second half of this essay. I have observed in my generation a renewed vigor to not only let no man despise their youth, but to actively despise others for their non-youth. And not just people, but whole philosophies are being thrown out as remnants of old traditions and old people. Many youth have forgotten the sound advice contained in this classic bit of poetry (quoted from Elder Packer’s conference address):

The old crow is getting slow;

the young crow is not.

Of what the young crow does not know,

the old crow knows a lot.

Knowing things, the old crow is still the young crow's master.

What does the slow old crow not know?

How to go faster.

The young crow flies above below and rings ‘round the slow old crow.

What does the fast young crow not know?

Where to go.

A modern fallacy holds that personal and individual observation and opinion take precedence over anything that contradicts with this observation. Especially if it comes from what an old person has to say. For example, Thoreau observes that the ox pulling the plough has vegetable-made bones. As a result, any attempt by the old farmer to tell him that he “cannot live on vegetable food solely” must be false. It is helpful to Thoreau that “science” has lent support to his argument that man does not require the eating of meat to survive. However, a man commits error when he sees an example of science “proving” old counsel obsolete and takes that to mean that all old counsel is obsolete. That man must concoct the whole of morality on his own, a task none should embark on lightly.

Yet, I have seen this sentiment many times as I have become familiar with the legal community. Many law-school friends and professors, and judges whose opinions I read, have thrown out all forms of morality not invented by “smart people” during the modern era in their jurisdiction. These lawyers fail to recognize that a lawyer’s duty to argue cases based on pre-decided law does not mean they have to determine the moral code the same way. This tendency has trickled into many other communities in this country as well and people have begun to approach morality and legality equivalently. The only immoral behavior is illegal activity. Furthermore, anything that is codified as acceptable in a statute must not really be “immoral” and anyone arguing that it is must be merely "religious," and therefore ignored.

My desire today is to share a plea to avoid this trap. Old ideas are not wrong just because they are old. Right and wrong are not subject to democracy, not subject to an individual’s internal “feelings.” When we apply the correct context, we can know when Age is a qualified instructor on a given topic. We CAN know when to accept the counsel of our elders and when to reject it in favor of new ideas. Paul’s letter to Timothy that I referenced earlier also contains the counsel to “put the brethren in remembrance of [the word of God and prayer.]” This is the correct context. If we remember the scriptures and remember prayer, we will end up being the kind of old crow that young crows should listen to.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Spencer's Birthday

We recently celebrated my little brother Spencer's 20th birthday. I still think of him running around with his little neighborhood friends in Colorado, playing roller hockey all day or with his little chicken legs sticking out of his swimsuit while they swam all day at Centennial Pool. I can't believe he's not even a teenager anymore. He's such a wonderful part of our family and I love him so much!

Here's some great pictures Gavin took of the little celebration.


Here's our niece Olivia reading a book. Notice how it's upside-down. :)


Olivia and Kylee excitedly eyeing the cake. Birthdays are so much more fun when little kids are around.


Good cake, eh Spence? Happy 20th Birthday!

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