The day Ben got out of Mother's Day

Just so you are in the loop, Ben had a mini stroke this past Saturday. Before you freak out, please know that he is fine. We are all fine.

He was in the car with a woman from our church, headed to Cub Scout day camp. They were discussing allergies, when all of a sudden, Ben wanted to say the words "allergy clinic." Only he couldn't. Instead, what came out were a series of jumbled words that made no sense. He knew in his mind what he wanted to say, he just couldn't say it. This "expressive aphasia" lasted about 90 seconds. Ben tells me that it sounded a lot like this lady:



It's unfortunate that people ruthlessly made fun of this reporter for suffering a stroke on air.

Long story short, Ben went to the ER (which is a post in and of itself), managed to get someone to take him seriously, then later that night, he received a CAT Scan and an MRI. The CAT Scan was negative, the MRI was clear, so yesterday he had an echocardiogram, which showed a PFO, or tiny hole in his heart.

And that's where we're at now. Again, he is doing fine, and we are hoping he comes home from the hospital today. Prayers are always a good thing. I feel calm and optimistic currently, although Saturday night was pretty scary (and not just because of the lady screaming about her son being stabbed.)

The following people are rock stars: Clayton Jones, Michelle Walker, Lisa and Cameron Van Tassell, Tagg Grant and Lisa Piorczynski, Nate Olson, and Branden Berns. And of course, everyone else who has offered their love and support via phone calls, e-mails and texts. I would be a hopeless wreck without all of you!

What to do in NYC

While I slowly put together more blog posts documenting the last few months of our lives, here's a link to my friend Sharon's post about what you should do when you come to visit (besides hang out with me, of course.) Sharon moved here about the same time we did, has the cutest identical twin boys in the world, and has already met Alec Baldwin and I'm really jealous about it!

Who doesn't love a modern Mormon man?

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I Can Do Hard Things: My Motto for 2011

My motto for 2011 really started to formulate itself at the end of the summer last year. One day in August, as Lisa and I spent an entire 24 hours setting up, executing, and cleaning up a yard sale at her house while simultaneously caring for 14 children by ourselves (Ben was in CA, Chris was in the UK), I asked her, "Why are we doing this?" To which she wisely replied (as she always does), "Because, Hailey, we can do hard things! Here's a Diet Coke!" A few weeks later, I packed up my family and drove away from the place I had called home for the past twelve years. Soon after, we found out we had lost our apartment and we boarded a plane, with no idea where we would live when we got off of it. In the weeks that followed, as I took bus trips to and from Boston, experienced intense emotional highs and lows over schooling, and stood on subway platforms looking dazed and confused, Lisa's voice kept re-playing in my head: "We can do hard things!"

These days, when we're supposed to pick up Ethan and Mila from school at 2:55 PM, and it's 2:45 PM and one or both of the twins is half-dressed, crying, needs to pee, can't find shoes, just woke up hungry, angry, both, doesn't want to walk to the school, I just keep my mantra in my head as I muster all the patience I possibly can and plug forward. When it's been 28 degrees outside but "feels like 17," and I'm trying to run to catch a bus and one of the girls trips and falls and loses a boot, but then we make it on the bus and it's full and we try to balance and not fall on the old people as the driver takes off, I can either cry or say to myself, "I can do hard things." When I get too much at the grocery store (for the love, why can't I remember to just buy milk at the 711 below my apartment?) and I physically can't carry it all home and the handles on my re-usable grocery bags break and I have to drag them into the building, I realize, "I can't do THAT hard of things..." So there's definitely a learning curve. But for the most part, it's simple.

The thing is, I am aware that the stuff I'm doing is not even that hard compared to what many people have gone through or are currently experiencing. My ancestors were pioneers in the literal sense, who crossed the oceans and plains, losing many family members all along the way. When I look at pictures of people in Japan crying over their destroyed homes or read accounts from my friends dealing with debilitating illness or infertility, I'm embarrassed at my trials of little consequence. At the same time, I truly believe that practicing doing "hard" things will help us be prepared for when the REAL hard things happen in our lives. If I can cultivate an attitude of "can-do-ness" now, I can only hope it will be there in my pocket when I most need it. In the meantime, it is hard for me to be so physically far away from the people in my life who buoyed me up on a daily basis. It's hard for me to watch my dear childrens' faces as yet another person screams profanities I've never even dreamed of right over their heads. It's hard for me to smell people on the subway. Sorry.

That said, I'm so grateful to have a wonderful apartment to duck into, away from the city smells and sounds. I'm grateful that I have those sweet children to protect and teach. Even if Ben has to work occasional long hours, I am unbelievably happy that he has a job. I'm healthy and still have most of my wits about me and I have the best friends and family a girl could hope for. I get to eat amazing food and watch some awesome TV and I am truly lucky.

But, for this Utah Mormon girl who got used to driving a minivan to Costco and Super Target at least once a week, being able to say, "I can do hard things!" makes all the difference in the world.

General Conference is a good thing

I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints. I think most of you know that. This weekend we had General Conference, where we get to hear from our Prophet as well as other women and men in leadership positions in our church. I enjoy watching General Conference, but sometimes I forget the little tidbits that stood out to me as I get back to my crazy week. So, without assigning them to any specific speakers, here are some thoughts from the talks:

Charity and gossip can't co-exist. Live within your means, so you have enough left over to help other people. Heavenly Father answers the prayers of His children by using other people as a means to help. "Have I done any good in the world today?" Being married is wonderful--show love and appreciation. Make tithing offerings from the "firstfruits" of your income. Our prophet has devoted more than half his life to service in the church. We must be examples of honesty and integrity wherever we go. Preach the gospel...and use words, if necessary. Explain why a child's actions were incorrect, but do not make the mistake of labeling the child themselves--what they do is different than who they are. On the other hand, praise them for who they are and not just their accomplishments. A child is one thing we can never check off a to-do list as being "done" (so I admit, some days, I really wish this weren't true!) Forgive others. Let it go, leave it alone. Temple attendance is so valuable.

Elder Scott and Elder Holland made me tear up a little. Elder Scott's talk was so sweet and full of tender feelings toward his spouse, and it made me want to be a nicer wife. I love Elder Holland's humility and the power with which he speaks. I've said before that I don't often talk about religion on my blog but living in New York City has helped me to realize that my religious lifestyle is 100% who I am, and I'm fine with that. And if Ethan can talk about Jesus with his friends at recess, then I can certainly say the word Mormon on my blog.

Also, we played General Conference hair salon, with very positive results!

Ethan is 8

That title basically sums up the last month of my life. Well, that and a wedding/trip to Arizona somewhere in the middle there, but mostly it's been about the boy child. I started out writing this post on February 25th, the day he actually turned 8, but then life got all kinds of busy crazy, as it tends to do.

8 facts about Ethan:

1. Ethan has a birthday twin. I called Rachel on the morning of February 25th, 2003, to give her my baby news. She said something to the effect of: "Dude, I'm in labor!" And later that evening, Emma was born. Ethan was one week overcooked and Emma was two weeks ahead of schedule, so they apparently had an agenda! Here they are at 6 months:



2. When he was about 15 months old, I tried to give him a haircut. It did not turn out very well and so Ben got out the trimmers to fix it. As Ben was trimming the back of his head, the attachment fell off, and it made a huge bald spot. I stood there and bawled as I watched Ben shave the rest of my baby's golden locks off to match the gaping baldness. We left to AZ for a funeral right after, and I spent lots of time giving the evil eye to people who stared in public. I cried inside when relatives at the funeral said, "What a beautiful little girl!"about Mila. And then, "Oh, and...you have a boy!" Unfortunately, the hair really makes the baby in some cases, as we learned the hard way. Basically, he went from:

this...

...to this. Poor kid.

3. Right after he turned two, he really wanted a duck.

Incidentally, whenever he used to get mad at me as a 3 year old, which was a lot, he'd say, with all the rage he could muster, "Mom, if you don't stop saying that, I'm going to turn you into a DUCK!!"

4. When he was 3, Ethan developed a weird, bumpy rash all over his leg. We found out it was called Lichen Striatus. It doesn't hurt you in any way, it just kind of shows up and looks really creepy for a few months, then disappears. The doctors that diagnosed it were totally pumped because they had never seen it in real life, and they got to get out their special picture books and show me really gross pictures. But now, I wish I had taken a picture of Ethan's, because he would have loved to show his friends today.

5. Ethan never went through a train or superhero phase. He saw Cars when he was 3, and so Lightning McQueen reigned supreme for a few years, mixed in with some Scooby-Doo, until he discovered a little thing called Star Wars. Then it was all Jedi, all the time. Today, he still loves Star Wars, but he is also into Indiana Jones and Harry Potter.

6. Ethan was the nicest baby on the planet. He smiled at everyone and went to everyone. Just super pleasant and happy all around. Today, he is social and outgoing and loves to make his friends laugh. His church and school teachers tell me that he is a natural leader and the other boys in the class watch him to see how he will react in different situations (I don't know where he gets it from! No, seriously, I really don't.) He's not always happy. If he's upset with me, I know it. He has a crusty pout to rival all others. He also seems to enjoy butting heads with his older sister, because they certainly manage to do it a lot. But he also prays for Heavenly Father to listen to the prayers of homeless people, which melts my heart.

7. These days, his favorite things are frozen yogurt tubes, pizza, Top Ramen, Chinese food, playing board games as a family, Lego XBox games, his Nintendo DS, his cousins, his stuffed animals, play dates with friends, recess, Sponge Bob Square Pants, Cub Scouts, chasing the twins, going to the park, reading Harry Potter, and pretending to be embarrassed when he's snuggling with mom. His least favorite things are homework, bullies, his church pants, any pants (they never fit right!), Mila bossing him around, not being able to run around outside with friends, most of school, and being teased about liking Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez (to my knowledge, he doesn't like either, so I don't know why it's so funny to tease him about them. It just is.)

8. I love him a lot. He stole my heart when he was born and has yet to give it back.










Next up, the 8th birthday party...

Ugly is a Funny Word

Last night, on the way from Penn Station to the subway platform at 34th St., a less-than-fully-sane looking woman stepped into our path:

Woman: Won't you wish me a Happy Valentine's Day?

Ben: No, thank you.

Woman: You are very ugly, and you don't get no candy!

Ben: (after we got on the train) That was hurtful.

On the ride home, we replayed the scenario with different outcomes. What if Ben had turned around at that point and said, "Well, in that case, Happy Valentine's Day! Are you telling me you actually have candy to give me?" I guess we will never know.

The moral of the story is, when traveling by subway, bring your thick skin and a can of crazy repellent.

(I must add, this reminds me of an experience that is forever etched in my memory. I was about 6 and my sister was 3 and we were in the bank, waiting for my mom. We were swinging on the bars near the front door, and a plus-sized African-American woman walked by. Brinna stage whispered to me, "Hailey! That is the fattest woman I ever saw!" Before I could even blink, the woman turned around, stuck her finger in my terrified sister's face and yelled, "Oh yeah? Well, you the UGLIEST girl I EVER saw!" And then she walked away. To this day, any time I do my impression of that woman, it makes me happy to no end.)

Lisa's Special Day

Photos taken by the lovely Justin Hackworth

This post is dedicated to my favorite Valentine, Lisa (I can say that without sounding creepy because her actual maiden name is Valentine.) For Valentine's Day, she has, not one, but two awesome blog posts about the day of hearts. I feel honored to be mentioned in one of them, and in reference to chocolate, to boot! Oh happy day!

And while we're on the subject of Lisa, I think you should know that she is the MOST brilliant comedienne I have ever seen. I have cried tears from laughing so hard at her onstage antics. She could give Amy, Kristen, and Tina a run for their money, yet she chooses to be the go-to woman for her five amazing kids, and for that, she deserves a major shout-out. After all, V also stands for "validation" (am I right?)

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Ben and I are off to a Spurs/Nets game tonight in NJ, and so, as Gloria says on Modern Family, "I ween! I ween!"

iPhone Photo Dump

If your name is Rachel, and you have begged for more pictures, this post is for you. If your name is "I-hate-posts-with-only-pictures," then that's too bad because 2011 is all about being Hailey, and I like pictures. A LOT. Happy Valentine's Day!

The view from Ben's office.

Our bedroom.

This is a rare sight, indeed.

So is this. Cutie babysitter.

The Sunday before Christmas.

Ethan's loot. Both Santa and the Owl Post came! There were even owl feathers around the room...


Property of Mila.


For the twins!


Our little tree. My drama kids asked me if it was a "joke Christmas tree."

Central Park after one of the blizzards.

Our street after one of the blizzards.

Lane, in ballet class. I just love watching them try to make the positions. Cutie!

Lucy and Lane and I went to the Manhattan Childrens' Museum. We should have just gone straight to the sand area. They could have stayed here all day.

Lane

This place is up on 112th, on the way to pre-school. If you instantly recognize it, then you were probably born before 1980.

Dressing up on the snow day, with the exception of Ethan, who frequently dresses down.

Later, for the snow day, we headed to a neighbor's "backyard" to build snow forts.

Lane

Lucy

The snowball fight was pretty awesome.

There are a TON of little girls in our ward. The twins' social calendar is booked! This is Lane at Ella's fairy birthday party.

Lucy and Ella dancing.


The day after the snow day, Mila and I were walking down Broadway. We saw about five of these guys!

Ethan had to write a nonfiction book about a subject he was an expert in. He chose to write about life with twin sisters. This was at his publishing party.

Elephant trunks!

I had to go get Ethan's cub scout stuff...in the EMPIRE STATE BUILDING!

At a Valentine cookie decorating party.

Lane takes cookie decorating very seriously.

I thought you might want to know what my "happy place" looks like out here.

An invitation to Ethan's Harry Potter birthday party.

The inside...

For Activity Days, the girls made pink Rice Krispie treat hearts decorated with white chocolate and candy (this one is wrapped in red cellophane.)

Ben, eating the giant heart.

These last three pictures were taken with the Retro Camera app.

They pretend to like each other to humor me.

Lane