Hero Day

Today was "Hero Day" at school for Adam and Madi. Madi decided she wanted to be me. I thought, "Okay, lets get your scrubs out." But no. Madi wanted to be me not at work. I came up with the sweater and she came out with the rest. She loved the earrings and headband. This is what you get when you have a "mini me". They actually look like you. She didn't want to take it off and even wanted to wear it the next day. I was flattered.

Pedicures with my sisters

Had a fun afternoon having a Spa Pedicure at "The Clique" in Lindon. My Sister's birthday was a few weeks ago and we found a Groupon for this fun place. Tana, Tanise and I had a fun time getting pampered for an hour. Tara wasn't feeling well and had to bow out. We missed her. I had to wear my flip flops to protect the polish for a few hours. Unfortunately, I didn't keep them on long enough. They have shoes there as well. I had to try them on of course, and messed up the polish on my big toes. They were sweet and re-did them before I left. I love them. We met the rest of the McFam for dinner, Cafe Rio was divine. Michael was in town and we had a great time chatting. Just the adults this time. It was fun. I got to hold Little K12. So "squishy". I miss little ones of my own, and am glad I have others to snuggle. Thanks Mom of 12 for sharing!

"The Title of Liberty"

Adam was in charge of Family home evening tonight. He found a picture of Captain Moroni that Grandma Mattie gave Lukey last year. Luke likes to look at him and his armor. Adam with his imagination saw that we have the costume to match. He dressed Luke as Captian Moroni and read us the story. Luke didn't want to keep it on long, but we had a great example to refer to. Adam even made the "Title of Liberty" out of fabric and a large stick from the yard. He is very creative.

Adam gets a new fishing pole

It has been a while since I have blogged so I figured I would update a bit. It has been writing in my journal lately. I find a lot of solace in writing. When I was in high school my parents went through a pretty ugly divorce. I was frustrated, confused and angry. I found that by writing my thoughts down, I could rant and rave to those I couldn't speak to. My mind became clearing and those things I wanted to say, got said. If I write it down, I don't have to remember it anymore. I document the moment and let it go. I did the same after I had Rhett. I was able to talk to him and express my sorrow and anger. It made it easier to cope.

Although I am not going through anything traumatic at the moment, I have decided to write in my journal. It is old school, a pen, paper and my thoughts. They are mostly my thoughts about my children, husband, work, and motherhood. However, they are not always thoughts I would like shared with the masses. So, I will blog less and journal more. I will continue to blog and share milestones, but it will be less than daily. I hope to do so weekly. I am proud of my family and would like to keep you updated.

Adam's birthday is tomorrow. He will be 10 years old. I can not believe it. Ten years ago today, I was in day two of labor with my second child. Drew was such a traumatic experience that I had wanted to do everything "by the book" the second time. Well, I don't exactly follow any book. The book of Tracie is rather unique physically. I was not made to deliver my children the "normal" way. I had Drew by C-section at 3o weeks due to Preeclampsia or toxemia. I was very sick and he was very small at 2 lbs 14 oz. So when it came to have Adam, I was terrified that I would get sick again. My poor doctor earned his stripes on me. I made it 37 weeks, after starting premature labor at 25 weeks. Lots of contractions without dilation. I took Brethene to stop my contractions, but if that didn't work I had to go to the hospital I went to the hospital several times to check my blood pressure and monitor my contractions. They would give me a shot of morphine and send me home. Usually that would stop the contractions. I had to stay down as much as I could when I had contractions. I was also working full time. It was a good thing I got to sit while I worked. I was in labor for 3 days before I delivered.

After 3 days my dr had pity on me and said lets get this baby out. I was a little sad that once again I would not get to be "normal" again. I got over it quickly when they gave me another morphine shot and said go home, have a good nights sleep and deliver in the morning. Everything went well and Little Adam Jared Fillerup was born 6 lbs 4 oz and 18 inches long. He had the cutes dimple in his chin and he was hungry. He has always been a Momma's boy and wanted to nurse right a way. He also didn't want ot leave my sight. I often tell him the story of the nursing bringing him to me in the middle of the night. I had sent him to the nursery so that I could rest through the night. He did not like that and was very upset. As soon as the nurse put in my arms he went to sleep. I truly felt like his mom from that moment. My sweet Adam has always been that way. I am so grateful for his sweet spirit.

Adam decided that he wanted a new fly fishing pole for his birthday. He and Jared went to Cabela's to pick one out. They found a nice blue graphite rod with a reel and line, and a hard case. He loves it. They dressed in their warm weather gear, waders, etc and off they went to the Provo River. Jared is the Fish whisper and knows where the fish hide. He took Adam to his most promising spot. Adam took quite a few casts without luck. After about an hour of trying Adam snagged his first fish. I just happened to be on the phone with Daddy at the time. I heard Adam holler and Jared had to get off the phone to net the catch. 10 minutes later, the fish was caught. Pictures were taken and Adam was thrilled. Dad was as proud as can be. His boy just caught his first fish on a fly rod. He actually caught two, but the second one got off. The fished for about 3 hours and had the best time. What could be better? Dad teaching his son his favorite hobby. Heaven.