The Missing Shoes

All ready for church and ready to go and what do you know, Owen's shoes disappeared.  He was all ready shoes on, hair done and about 5 min before we were about to leave we couldn't find his shoes anywhere.  We kept asking Owen were he put them (he's usually really good to remember where he puts things and is a little OCD when it comes to things having to go back exactly where they came from, don't even try storing his toothbrush in his bathroom if we pulled it from our bathroom).  So it was a little strange that even he was stumped.  He kept walking around all morning with his hands in the air saying "Shoes?"  We started checking garbage cans, toy bins, every nook and cranny we could think of and nothing.  We finally just grabbed his everyday shoes and headed out the door.  When we got home, we did another sweep of the house only to come up with nothing.

Hours later after coming home from our Sunday visits to grandparents; when I was getting Owen in his jammies ready for bed, I hear Bart just burst out laughing in our bedroom.  I came into our bedroom to see him snapping pictures of this...

Bart said, "No wonder he didn't know where they were.

Owen loves to try on and play with our shoes.  So he had tried these on with his church shoes and when he pulled his feet out the shoes stayed put.  The adventures this 2 year old brings is never-ending and so entertaining.

What a "Stash"

Apparently Owen hid his Halloween Candy under the oven.  I found him trying to retrieve and he kept telling me "stuck."  I saw that there were a few suckers on the floor, but when I looked under the oven, I was shocked at all the goodies he had stashed.  Dum Dum Suckers and tootsie rolls everywhere.

Smart kid, I would've never looked there, nor would I want to eat anything from under there.  Gotta Love it!

Knock Knock

Bart & I couldn't help but smile during sacrament when Owen turned to this picture in his sacrament book.  All the sudden we hear Owen say (not quietly) "knock knock" and knock on his board book.  Too Cute.

Returned With Honor

November 16, 2011



What an amazing day. Seeing my little bro for the first time in 2 years come down the escalator at the airport in his suit was such a special moment. I can't even describe how it felt to see him in person. He just seemed so grown up. My mom says he left a boy and came back a man. I think that's definitely true.

Nightly Rituals

Who knew watching people brush their teeth could be so much fun.

"Just Like Dad"

Thank Goodness for George

Oh, what would we do without

He is our very own Superhero and I'm so glad I can turn to him to Save the Day.

Brian & Whitney & their many talents made this special pumpkin for Owen's birthday.  Brian has been doing special pumpkin carvings for years & Owen was lucky enough to get this special one.  He loved it so much and everyday he'd point to how george was on TV and he had his very own George too.  He even needed to face it while he was eating breakfast on many mornings.  Thanks Bri & Whit for this special gift, it made this little boys whole month.

Welcome to the World Little Angel

My attitude through this whole pregnancy has been, I can handle it.  This is the easy part, so I'm just gonna let it ride.  I was doing fine and just kept thinking, "I can wait" because once she's here, life will be so much harder.  Sure I was uncomfortable, huge, super tired, and had a hard time keeping up with Owen, but I just kept up this attitude and taking it all in stride.

Until, the end of September.  That was when I realized that I could no longer function pregnant.  She had to come out, because handling 2 kids couldn't be worse than handling one while practically having to be rolled out the door. 

I was READY, and the doctor kept giving me false hope that it would be ANY DAY.  So I planned on ANY DAY.  One week passed then two and then three.  I hit my due date, October 13 and she wasn't here.  They finally scheduled me to be induced on Monday the 17th of October.  I had been having contractions for weeks but nothing consistent enough to justify a hospital visit.

And then Saturday, October 15th came.  We had a family party for Payton's birthday, and got Owen to bed.  All the sudden I started having some more intense and painful contractions that were going in my legs.  It hurt very differently than all the others I'd been having.  I called the hospital and they said the baby may be on a nerve and that was causing the pain down my legs, but welcomed me to come down.  The contractions still weren't consistent enough and the pain in my legs started easing up.  So I decided to sleep on it.

All through the night I kept having contractions that were more painful and I remembered the type of pain from Owen.  Even though they weren't totally consistent in their time spans and they were about 10 minutes apart, I just knew there was NO WAY I was going to get as far along as I let myself get with Owen and I also knew I needed 4 hours of antibiotics before she could come.  When we woke up the next morning, Sunday, I told Bart we were going to the hospital and called my mom to come over to watch Owen.  We got him fed and got everything together and headed out the door by about 9:30.

I think Bart was skeptical if it was really time to go and was stressed we'd be sent home.  When we got to the hospital it was pretty dead.  They didn't have much going on but they let me know my doctor was actually at the hospital that day.  That gave Bart hope that maybe we'd just do this today instead of waiting until tomorrow. 

That was exactly what happened.  My doctor came in and basically said we're here so let's get the party started. 

This whole delivery seemed to go well and I felt better prepared because I knew what to expect.  They got me my epidural by noon and broke my water soon after.  Everything progressed and all was well.  The one thing that was different with this delivery was that I started getting super light headed and about to faint.  They said my blood pressure kept dropping and they were trying to regulate it and keep it up where it needed to be.  They said the cause was the epidural, it would make your veins expand but the blood wasn't flowing fast enough through them.  Basically, I was afraid to hit my epidural button because I was feeling so sick.  So I felt this delivery much more than I felt with Owen's.  Because I was in so much pain by the time I got to the hospital with Owen, I hit the button non-stop and don't remember feeling anything, they had to tell me when my contractions were coming.  Not this time I felt them.

I wasn't dilating like they wanted so they gave me a little platocin.  I kept telling the nurse I needed my bladder emptied, but they kept saying that I didn't and I finally got them to check and they were shocked that I went from a 5 to a 10 in 30 minutes.  So they called the doctor and got everything ready to go.  I had to push a little longer than I did with Owen and that totally wore me out.  I had no idea pushing was that exhausting.  But at 3:37 she arrived safe and sound.  Our beautiful little angel, Emme Marie Liechty.  I was so overwhelmed with love and admiration for this precious little thing and couldn't believe this was "her", my daughter. 

Everything went much smoother this time around, no NICU, no oxygen scares.  Just special time with my baby girl.  She figured out the whole nursing thing right off the bat.  We brought her home 2 days later and we continue to fall more and more in love with her every minute and so does Owie. 

We are so grateful to have you here sweet little Emme!!!