tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34469850989912033992024-03-14T00:16:03.626-07:00The Bessinger FamilyTaylor - Haley - Jane - WyattHaley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-60914738679029037932012-09-02T19:46:00.002-07:002012-09-02T19:46:56.835-07:00SummerOur summer was pretty laid back. We did a lot of this...<br />
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We also went to the Zoo!<br />
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We also celebrated Jane's 4th birthday at the Denver Aquarium with the mermaids and went to California for my best friend, Christa's, wedding. Unfortunately, my camera was broken at the time so I wasn't able to capture those memories. Summer was awesome none the less.<br /><br />Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-13003951688967670372012-08-22T15:52:00.002-07:002012-08-22T18:06:51.140-07:00PreschoolJane is growing up way too fast. She started preschool on Tuesday and I just can't wrap my head around the fact that I have a child old enough for that. Harder yet, is to think that she will be in kindergarten next year. Where does time go?<br />
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Don't be fooled by the picture, Jane was very excited to start school finally. I think she was nervous and that was translated into tears over everything, including her not having her "precious" smile on when I snapped the previous picture and a million other things. Once we were on our way, she was crying because she didn't want to look like she was crying when she got to school. It was such a fun morning.<br />
When we got to school she pulled it together though and was once again really excited. When we left Jane at her classroom, it was Wyatt who started to cry. He didn't want to leave his "Jane Jane". Needless to say, he struggled for the three hours that Jane was at school.<br />
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Jane greeted us with, "I liked everything about school!" when we picked her up. Her teacher said that she did great and Wyatt was very happy to have his sister back.Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-82663845496073730332011-11-07T13:59:00.000-08:002011-11-07T14:05:20.786-08:00Halloween 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table> Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-41047266084898296722011-07-13T07:58:00.000-07:002011-07-13T08:00:01.382-07:00The WeddingThe first stop on our summer adventure was Logan, Utah for my brother in-law's wedding. We drove there from Colorado Springs which ended up being even more miserable than we thought it was going to be. Jane did great. she didn't say more than five words the whole drive because she was too busy watching movies on the DVD player. Wyatt, however, couldn't have cared less about the movies. He just wanted to be out of seat and getting into things. It was rough, but once we got there, it was all made worth it. It was wonderful to be able to spend that special day with Keith and Makell. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aaron, Erin, June, Olive, me, Jane, and Wyatt</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was the best picture she would let me get. This is what it looked like this morning, after two icings.</td></tr>
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<a href="http://wn.com/glutaric_acidemia_type_1">Julia's Hero</a><br />
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I don't really think that most people fully understand just how rare this disorder is and how devastating it can be. Thanks to one man, Dr. Holmes Morton, we were able to give Wyatt the best chances possible in life. Because of this man and his work, this disorder was detected early in Wyatt, giving him a fighting chance. This next video is a little slow going, but give it a chance. It will give you a huge insight into Wyatt's disorder.<br />
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<a href="http://wn.com/glutaric_acidemia_type_1">Dr. Holmes Morton- A Meaningful Work</a>Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-53656323583173892182011-04-25T08:53:00.000-07:002011-04-25T08:53:53.618-07:00Easter 2011Easter this year was crazy. Taylor is working nights so he didn't get off of work until 6:00 am that day. So I got the kids and I off to church on my own. Easter always makes for a fun day in nursery, it always seems as though the kids got into their Easter baskets before church because they are crazy, bouncing off the walls. It was a great day at though. We got home and I had exactly 2 1/2 hours to pull off our Easter celebration, which included making and eating dinner, opening baskets, and hunting for eggs, all before Taylor had to go work again. We did it though, and had a good time together.<br />
I didn't get the traditional Easter picture of my kids together in their cute outfits because it was cold and snowy outside. In my opinion that is a crime against the holiday itself. I did get some pictures though. I had to document Jane's homemade outfit and Wyatt's homemade tie.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were three flowers on it but by the time I took the picture she had already been to nursery, where it got ripped off. Like I said, the kids had their candy before church.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The goober was making his squinty eyes. Those are his I love you eyes.</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-5456826087881337092011-04-07T09:10:00.000-07:002011-04-07T09:10:48.609-07:00She Speaks the Truth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzlm1MBTa36Ncogi8bQVDTqISdld-yKPfk_VeQcEhNVf8N7snhQZNA7uZNrPT9B0gv5slCP3D7tWl4KDH4hYA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-63974957393230472142011-04-07T08:54:00.000-07:002011-04-07T08:54:59.959-07:00Where's Wyatt?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkFC2mLsKZs/TZ3dxe01mfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jxi_02rCYZ0/s1600/P1010650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkFC2mLsKZs/TZ3dxe01mfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jxi_02rCYZ0/s320/P1010650.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Can you spot him?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5xzZG2C67I/TZ3d1BNsWzI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ss2LYv0OHAM/s1600/P1010646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5xzZG2C67I/TZ3d1BNsWzI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ss2LYv0OHAM/s320/P1010646.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">No need to wonder how he got buried in the basket, that guilty face says it all.</div>Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-28980983524638355582011-01-15T13:06:00.000-08:002011-01-15T13:07:15.052-08:00Partners in Crime<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TTIKLvlHNXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/03VK28lKtzU/s400/P1010519.JPG" width="300" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> The way bath time works in our house is both kids take a bath together, then I take Wyatt out and get him in his pajamas while Jane plays for a little bit longer. Wyatt is always very sad when it is his time to get out and he always goes back into the bathroom and stands next to the tub until Jane is done. Wyatt had been crawling up and down the hall way so I went really quick to put the dirty clothes in the laundry room and when I returned, this is what I found. Wyatt was soaked from head to toe, splashing in about an inch of water that was now on my bathroom floor. Jane was, even as I stood there, dumping buckets of water on the ground and laughing as Wyatt was playing in it. At first I upset by the whole thing. It wasn't until later that I decided it was cute. Jane was trying to help Wyatt have more fun and if he couldn't have fun with water in the bath, why not outside the bath. She is just too thoughtful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="goog_1460787370"></span><span id="goog_1460787371"></span></div>Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-59916418641347598322011-01-15T12:52:00.000-08:002011-01-15T12:52:13.901-08:00A Lost Boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TTIIAveHKZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GStyIMuxr9s/s1600/P1010521.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TTIIAveHKZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GStyIMuxr9s/s320/P1010521.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Doesn't he look like he belongs in Neverland? He is so cute in his bear hat. I hope he wears it everyday until he is ten. He already wore it for an entire day. He doesn't mind it and I love watching him go about his business with it on. It is just too darn cute.</div>Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-69992821771176302662011-01-13T20:14:00.000-08:002011-01-13T20:16:26.292-08:00Wyatt's 1st Birthday Party (1 week early)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The super cute birthday cake. Good job Grandma Susie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wyatt was kind enough to let all the kids help him open gifts.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even though Wyatt couldn't eat the cake, he got to blow out his candle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He can't have regular cake but he can have vanilla frosting. Clean up turned into a great big drink.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend Jordan was able to come and meet Wyatt for the first time.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> This year, we celebrated Christmas twice. Our first Christmas came two weeks early at our home here in Colorado. It was so fun to see how excited Jane was to see that Santa Claus had come and Wyatt thoroughly impressed me with his ability to tear the wrapping paper. It was a very fun experience for Taylor and I as parents and I know the kids enjoyed it also.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He had fun getting to play with his toys in peace while Jane was distracted by other presents.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-91592864747915892222010-11-29T21:00:00.000-08:002010-11-29T21:00:58.509-08:00Turkey DayThis year was my first year not only making a turkey, but making the whole feast. It was actually a lot of fun. I am sure a few more years of making holiday meals and I will change my mind though. I was expecting the turkey to be really challenging, but it wasn't the cooking it part that was hard, it was trusting my skills enough to feed it to my family. I watched the Alton Brown turkey special beforehand so that I had some idea of what I was doing. The thermometer was telling me that everything was fully cooked, everything looked cooked, but that wasn't enough for me. After we carved the turkey, I kept telling Taylor to put in the microwave so we could be sure. I guess everything was fine because nobody got sick, but the pressure was pretty intense.<br />
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We even tried to get Wyatt in on the fun. He can't really have protein, so I specially bought him some Cool Whip. Wyatt's Thanksgiving treat was cranberry sauce and Cool Whip. I thought he would love it, play in it, just all around have a ball. He surprised me, he touched it once and that was enough. I even put the Cool Whip on my finger and into his mouth. He just made a yucky face and then pretended I didn't exsist.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> This year, I made the kids pirate costumes for Halloween and they turned out great. I am so proud of myself. Last night we had our ward Trunk-or-Treat so the kids got to strut their super cool looks. We all had a good time, especially Jane. </div><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> It was a bittersweet moment, getting on that airplane. I knew I was going to miss my friends and family, they were my support and I had never been without them before. But at the same time, I was so excited for us to start a new life as our own independent family. I had missed Taylor so much,after three and a half months of being separated, the thought of being with him helped to numb the loneliness that was already beginning to take root.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> That one day went on for two, or so it felt, and my head was lost in an emotional cloud the entire time. I remember telling myself over and over again that I had to keep it together because there was no one there to help me. It was just Jane and I. Our flight out was late. I felt like I could have had just that much more time with my family if I would have known. When we got to LAX, Jane was tired, but she was doing considerably well. I got lost in that huge, overcrowded maze. Already behind schedule, the worrier in me was about to have a melt down. Finally on the right track, I was riding a bus to the correct terminal, when a fellow passenger told me Jane had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I hadn't brought a stroller. My thoughts had been that if Jane got to walk between the long legs of the journey, she would do better staying in her seat. Now my thoughts were how in the world am I supposed to carry our bags and a sleeping child through this monstrous place, to our next destination. Not to mention, I was six months pregnant at the time. I had already been fighting tears. When I realized I had to go through security all over again, a few actually escaped. I prayed someone would offer to help, as my arms and shoulders seared in pain from the weight and I worried about the stress I was putting on my unborn child. But no one helped. Waiting in that huge line to get through security, none of the lonely business travelers offered me a cut in line. Not even the security guard, when it was finally our turn, thought that I might need some assistance holding a sleeping infant and taking off my shoes while pregnant. To make it worse, I could feel the eyes on the back of my head as people's thoughts were saying, "Could she just hurry up already!" Jane and I both hadn't hardly eaten and there wasn't very much time, we were already running late and cutting it close, but I had to feed my child. We found some food and I rushed to eat it before we were some of the last to board the plane. Jane still asleep and her food shoved in my bag, I found my seat. I thought I was finally going to feel some sense of relief when the man next to Jane's seat leaned over to me and said, "I just had my seat changed so I didn't have to sit next to a kid. Are you sure these seats are yours? Did you pay for her( pointing at Jane) to have this seat?" Fuming and ready to explode, I managed to politely tell the gentleman yes and that I was sorry. Jane and I spent the next two hours treading very lightly as to not upset the man who obviously had no sense of propriety and no sense of anybody but himself. After a stop in Dallas, we had finally arrived. I couldn't have been more grateful.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> A shuttle picked us up and took us to our hotel, where finally someone was willing to help me. In the morning, our adventure picked up right where it had left off. I had to go back to the airport to rent a car. Then we drove to Biloxi, Mississippi, our new home. As we drove I began to realize that it was a different planet down there. It was not only that I got a drink of water every time I took a breath, or that it was 100 degrees in October. It was an entirely different way of life, a different culture. I felt like I had taken a time machine and gone back twenty years. That morning we got our new house, and it was wonderful and big and new. The only problem was that we didn't have anything except what had gone on the plane with us. Luckily, I was able to find a Walmart and get the necessities. </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">(continue to next post)</span></div>Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-77902054265553890722010-10-13T22:20:00.000-07:002010-10-13T22:42:45.453-07:00continued...<span style="font-size: x-small;"> <span style="font-size: small;">That night, we were able to see Taylor, and my horrible two days suddenly became worth it. The first week was rough, to say the least. Taylor wasn't allowed to live with us yet. I was in a strange place, with nobody I knew, with practically no belongings, trying to not just get myself to the end of the day, but also my high energy one-year old. The evenings were when we could spend time with Taylor and they were what we looked forward to.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> Life continued to go on, but the hardships never ceased. Wyatt gave us a couple of scares before he came. When he did come, it was a month early and he brought with him a whole new set of trials. Giving birth was, of course, a happy time, but it was not ideal. It was the middle of the night and we didn't know anyone really well, so Jane came to the hospital with us. The poor little thing would cry, seeing me in so much pain. Between the excruciating contractions I would tell Taylor to take her out, she didn't need to see her mommy like that. My nurses were what got me through. It was wonderful to hold my precious baby, but again, it was bitter sweet. I had wanted to be surrounded by my family, to show them all my new baby. It makes me sad to think that my children have a long distance relationship with my family. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> Since then, things have only gotten harder. I will not go into anymore detail than I already have. We have endured hospitalizations, health problems, moving, and well warranted emotional lows. I look at myself a year ago, and I look at myself today. I am stronger, wiser, more humble and more grateful. I never thought I would have ever had to endure the trials I have this past year, but I have finally come to a place where I can say that I am grateful for them, all of them. Life has not gotten any easier, but I am starting to realize that it is all a part of a bigger plan. I have learned that all I can do is have the faith to carry on, come what may. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> One year ago today, I did the hardest thing I had ever had to do. I grew up. </span>Haley Bessingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08954828983437614014noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446985098991203399.post-19105470434006039022010-10-10T21:00:00.000-07:002010-10-10T21:01:08.260-07:00What We've Been Up To I know I have been really bad at keeping up the blog lately so it is time for an update. As you will soon read, life has been crazy,leaving updating the blog the last thing on my mind. Since May, we have moved from Mississippi to Colorado, gone back home to California twice, had Jane turn two, had Wyatt start physical therapy in the home, and had Wyatt hospitalized SIX times, the last of which was for surgery. Plus we have had fun little day trips to Garden of the Gods, the Zoo, and as of yesterday, a pretty cool pumpkin patch. We also take day trips to Denver about every two weeks for Wyatt's appointments. I think they are fun because I get to stop by Cafe Rio, but I know not everybody in the car would agree with me that it is fun.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Jane's little birthday party back home in California.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLH_r50xOvI/AAAAAAAAATE/N_JHEiWdkFI/s1600/P1000701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLH_r50xOvI/AAAAAAAAATE/N_JHEiWdkFI/s320/P1000701.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Trying on the goods.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Garden of the Gods</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">After our last trip to California, I hitched a ride with my parents back to Colorado. We went and saw Garden of the Gods together. Unfortunately, Taylor had to work.</span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLJ--vlAp_I/AAAAAAAAATk/pShU1B5nCdg/s1600/P1000707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLJ--vlAp_I/AAAAAAAAATk/pShU1B5nCdg/s320/P1000707.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLJ_WDr1XAI/AAAAAAAAATw/OcOrKzSWt0Q/s1600/P1000719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLJ_WDr1XAI/AAAAAAAAATw/OcOrKzSWt0Q/s320/P1000719.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">When they sit in their stroller, Wyatt insists on having some kind of contact with Jane. It is so cute.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Cheyenne Mountain Zoo</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> We have this awesome zoo here. It really is built up the side of a mountain. When you stand and look out you can the entire city. It really is beautiful. The zoo also had a lot of really neat animals. They let the peacocks and the wallabies just walk around</span> unleashed. It was a really fun time and Jane is still talking about it. She loved it.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKB97VNRpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/5OXlHOf0M6s/s1600/P1000752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKB97VNRpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/5OXlHOf0M6s/s320/P1000752.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I was so proud of Jane for feeding the giraffe's. She was very brave.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKCEaMGPFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7uzhsrgJLTw/s1600/P1000755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKCEaMGPFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7uzhsrgJLTw/s320/P1000755.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Wyatt just hung out and was a good boy, as usual.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKCNzvnA3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/na5F5rBkp0M/s1600/P1000758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKCNzvnA3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/na5F5rBkp0M/s320/P1000758.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Jane got to pet a wallaby. She loves animals.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKCkyOAOSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/q9uv0qwE6ms/s1600/P1000761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKCkyOAOSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/q9uv0qwE6ms/s320/P1000761.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This tiger was so cool. He was swimming so close to us.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Wyatt</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> So, like I said earlier,Wyatt has been in and out of the hospital quite a bit. Four of the times that Wyatt has been in the hospital have been due to either vomiting or not wanting to eat. With his disorder, if he is sick or not taking into his body enough calories or energy to burn, we have to have him put on special IV fluid to try and avoid the brain damage that can occur. His body lacks the enzyme that allows him to flush out amino acids (in case you forgot, they make up protein) causing his blood to run acidic, his blood sugar to drop, and all sorts of bad things that can cause big problems. So, when he gets sick or doesn't eat, his body breaks down his muscle tissue in search of energy to burn, which releases the amino acids, which is why he has to be put in the hospital. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> Wyatt, we have learned, just doesn't like to take his formula, which is special medical formula and the most important part of his diet. We have also learned that he has pretty severe reflux. Both of these things having been making our life miserable because they can't be tolerated with his disorder. It has hopefully all been made better though. After he was hospitalized last for vomiting and not eating, his doctors finally decided it was time to thicken his formula. Since then, no more spit-up or vomit. It has been great. They also were able to move along the process for a surgery that we had been waiting for, which was g-tube placement. A g-tube is a port that gives me direct access to his stomach so that even when he does not want to eat, I can get his food into him. It will also allow me to treat him at home with high glucose formula during illness instead of having to get him hooked up to IV. We are so grateful that we were able to find these solutions. Life can move forward again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Here are some pics from different hospital stays. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKGsncH1zI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KxcOPDR1iY8/s1600/P1000728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKGsncH1zI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KxcOPDR1iY8/s320/P1000728.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Pumpkin Patch </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> We went to this super fun pumpkin patch. It had huge slides, a petting zoo, a hay pyramid, and a maze for little kids. It was a blast.</span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKIhUhkBCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/EBx-wmLZyv4/s1600/P1000797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1XpALIlLHU/TLKIhUhkBCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/EBx-wmLZyv4/s320/P1000797.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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