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For those who haven't heard, Christopher Van Orden has been called to serve in the Austrailia, Adelaide mission! Congratulations on your choice to serve, Chris! We love you!

Home Improvement

Kitchen

Before: ugly wallpaper

After:



Nursery

During: (forgot to take before pics):

This is my wonderful brother Jay who may kill me for posting this picture.

After:

Stars and moon bedding. Overstock.com rocks!

The Inspiration: Starry Night

Master Bath (tax rebate project)

Before: Carpet. Who does that?

Dry rot. One of many reasons carpet does not belong in bathrooms.

After:

Notice the toilet in the bathtub. does it look precarious to you? Shortly after this picture it tipped over and broke both the toilet and the bathtub! Yep, we're out a few hundred dollars for a new toilet and bathtub repair. It would have been worth the extra $50 to have the tile people install it for us. At least we have a great memory now of shopping for our first new toilet.

Thanks to Jay and Sabreena for all their help!

Should have known better by now, but no...

So lets get the numbers down first. Gabe has peed once in the middle of a diaper change while I changed him. He has peed several times when Jenn has changed him. Why, I am not sure. I think it may have something to do with the way she holds his legs in the air, not quite as high as I do, or something like that.

So this morning, after I had showered and had my Sunday pants on getting ready for church I went into the nursery to talk with Jenn while she was changing Gabe's diaper. As we are talking, Jenn is looking at Gabe and I assume watching what she is doing, I was looking at the floor, the window, something other than Gabe's plumbing. Jenn shriek's and kinda does a side jump. Before I know what is going on, I feel warm wet go across my belly and pants as Gabe pees. He was aimed at Jenn, and she, out of self preservation turned the fire hose off to the side keeping her out of the line of fire.
So, what is worse? The fact that I got peed on, or the fact that Jenn aimed the enemy fire toward the middle of the room onto the carpet. They are both wrong. Where was either the used diaper to use as a shield, or the clean diaper to use as a shield. Using a diaper would have been a better solution to the attack then just redirecting the fire into the a crowd of innocent bystanders.
Will this lesson teach me to never go into the nursery when Gabe is being changed by his mother? Am I going to change his diaper as often as possible to avoid being peed on? Does Jenn need to reevaluate her diaper changing process?, and yes she does take off the diaper and then put it back over the fire hose to try to prevent these kinds of terrorist attacks. I don't know the answers to all these questions, but hopefully we will learn from this experience and not pee on the carpet in the future.

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Deep green eyes, long dark brown curly hair, and long fingers, red rosy cheeks, Montana was a beautiful baby girl. She had long fingers and long feet with little toes. Her cry wasn’t really a cry; it was more of a whimper, just loud enough to let someone know that she needed some attention. Being born at only five pounds even Helena was worried about Montana’s ability to regulate her own body temperature, but with in a few hours, they knew she was a strong and willed child and had no doubts. She had all of her motor skills that a new born should have. Would suck on ones finger and her grip was as stronger than Phoenix’s was at birth.
Phoenix was going to breast feed Montana. She had several reasons for this. Some were the sheer cost of formula, and worrying about keeping bottles warm, and enough formula with her when she went out with her baby. But she had also learned about the amazing health benefits that come from breast feeding to both the mother and the baby. In her birthing class she learned that there is a right way and a wrong way to nurse a child. So she and Montana practiced several times a day and eventually they both learned how to nurse perfectly.
While Phoenix was working at the grocery store she had a 45% off employee discount which she used to buy diapers, so much for saving up for a car. Though Phoenix didn’t know how big Montana would be when she was born, she started buying all sizes of diapers. Though her stock pile was most full of #2 and #3 diapers, no matter what they would be used some time.
Although Montana was a beautiful baby girl, and she didn’t cry loud often, didn’t mean she was a mild child. She was a difficult little girl. If you remember that she was born into a family of “gifted” women, and these gifts did not pass over her. Again recall to when Phoenix was in labor, and everyone was able to know her thoughts, as if they could read her mind, or, as if she could put her thoughts into the minds of others. And Grandma Crystal had the ability to move things with her mind, and great grandma Helena could know the future and past. When Rufus kicked Phoenix in the stomach yes this was frightening because it could have seriously injured Montana in the womb, but what no one could predict is that this would amplify Montana’s “gifts” as well. Montana, even as an infant, could move some things with her mind, just like her grandma. In most ways she was just like any other infant her age. Her arms would jerk and move with no muscle tone, or intent; the same with her eyes and feet. And every time her hands fell into her mouth she would suck on them naturally. She was too young to be able to control her body, but her mind was sharp. And though her eyes were shifty and couldn’t focus on anything at any distance, she could see shapes and outlines. One day lying on her mother’s bed she held her head still and looked up at the ceiling fan. Only seeing a large round thing, she had no idea what it was, but with no extra effort the fan was spinning backwards faster than it would forward on the fast setting. This sent paper and sheets into the air. When a lamp fell over Phoenix ran up stairs to witness the event and stared in awe. Calling her mother and grandmother, they came running and were also amazed. As far as Helena could remember, no one had ever demonstrated their gifts until they had at least hit puberty. Phoenix started to prepare from then on for what may come in the future.
Phoenix went back to school only 10 weeks after Montana was born, and Crystal, the proud and excited grandma got to stay at home and knit clothes for Montana all day! She was in second heaven. Phoenix was treated differently at school. She was treated better by her teachers and her councilors than she was before. And her class mates were worse to her than before. Though when they found that Phoenix had delivered her baby naturally, they became more kind, and patient. It was here in school that Phoenix started to perfect her gift. She was an honest student and never used her gift to get a better grade, but she did get elected as the junior class president by a clean sweep at the end of her sophomore year, and she did get asked out by all the cutest guys in school all summer long.
Montana grew fast. It only took about four months for her to be tipping the scales at 10 pounds. She still spent most of her time sleeping and eating, which means that she filled a lot of diapers. Grandma loved to watch her sleep. When she was in the REM sleep her eyes would shift and move and she would pull some of the best faces while she was asleep. She was also able to see much better and had a great developing mind. She recognised faces and could make deliberate sounds. She made a sound that she loved. It started deep and then went really high, she made her self laugh. As time passed, Montana grew like a little girl should. She was a constant learner. She loved to play peek-a-boo with her family, but soon enjoyed playing with other toys more. Though she was 12 months and still breast fed in the morning, she was eating real food too. She really liked rhubarb, fresh from the garden, and sour. She made the best faces when she was eating rhubarb! This little girl’s gift had already gotten her into some trouble. She had recently discovered that she could move things with her mind, and was told “No” several times a day when her toys would glide quickly across the kitchen floor while grandma was cooking dinner. You might be able to guess what her first word was. No, and she loved saying it. She had a very simple understanding of the meaning, but it drove her mother batty when she would say no at bed time.
When Phoenix when back to school in the fall. Crystal again took the lead on raising Montana. Helena was quite busy at the cattle prod museum and wasn’t home most of the day either. Montana and her grandmother built a strong trust spending most of their time together. Crystal tried to keep to a steady schedule which Montana really liked, but that didn’t mean she never had to cry to get something. As Montana started to crawl, she couldn’t stand to be so close to the ground, and going so slow. She saw her family walking and running, and she had to keep up. Crystal spent most of the school year watching Montana learn her world around her. Taking notes so that she could share them with Phoenix when she got home from school. As Montana became more aware of her self, learning that she was her own person, and had her own likes and dislikes, Montana was turning into a real person, instead of a poop factory. And with all the time that Montana and Crystal spent together, there was an easy to see attachment between the two. Montana knew how her mother was but, she would rather be with her grandmother. On top of spending most of their time together, they both shared the same gift of moving things with their mind. Crystal would toss Montana in the air without touching her, and Montana would throw food at Crystal without getting her hands dirty. They enjoyed that.

Gabe at 6 Days Old

Pictures taken by Jamie VanOrden

How Freaked Out Are You Really?

I have been surprised by many of the reactions I have received when people find out I opted for natural childbirth. Unfortunately, a lot of those reactions have been negative. So I would like to share my thoughts on why I chose a natural birth and what I think now that I have done it.

When I got pregnant, like most women in this country, I assumed I would have my baby in the hospital with all the drugs and monitoring devices that come along with it. That's just the way it's done, right? But every time I thought about the birth I was glad that it seemed a long way off because, quite frankely, it freaked me out! I was there when my sister Sara had her first baby, and I left the hospital that day a little traumatized by the whole experience. Ok, a lot traumatized. Every moment of the labor and delivery seemed like a life or death event. There was the epidural, the fetal heart monitor with it's tenuous readings, the IV dripping fluids and medication, the episiotomy (holy crap!). Then when the baby came out, she was plopped on a cold examination table, weight, measured and screaming before she was given to my sister to hold.

So, yes, the thought of child birth seem pretty scary to me. One day I came across the blog of an aquaintance from highschool who had just had her third baby by natural childbirth. She talked about how great the experience was compared to her first two births which had been in the hospital. What she wrote intrigued me so I decided to look into it. That night I told RT that I thought we should consider natural childbirth. When I said the words "natural child birth" the blood drained out of his face, and he promptly remided me how I had reacted just a few months earlier when I fractured my knee cap in an unfortunate shopping cart incident in the Costco parking lot (don't ask). He helped me relive the experience as he described how I had collapsed in shock and pewked all over the concrete. I couldn't argue with the point he was making. I have a very low tolerance for pain. That is just a fact of life that I live with. Yet somehow I still felt compelled to look into natural childbirth. RT and I agreed that we would look into it, but not make any decisions until we had really done our research.

I started doing research online, and found lots of great information, including info on the Birth and Family Place, the only free-standing birth center in Salt Lake City. They held an open house that RT and I went to. We got to tour the facility, meet the nurse midwife, Becky, as well as several women who had given birth at the center and were there to answer questions. Becky told us her philosophy on childbirth. She said that baby's belong in the arms of their parents from the moment they are born. That pregnancy is not a medical condition and should not be treated as one. That in a healthy woman with a normal pregnancy the body knows best how to give birth and that intervention (drugs, etc.) should only be used when necessary. That really struck a cord with me. I realized that I had felt like something was wrong with me just because I was pregnant. Suddenly I felt my entire being relax as it occurred to me that there was nothing wrong with me. Pregnancy is a natural, normal condition.

The more RT and I learned, the more comfortable we felt with the idea of natural childbirth and the more uncomfortable we felt with a medicated birth. We enrolled in birthing classes that taught the Bradley Method, and switched from the doctor we had been seeing to the midwife.

The room where Gabe was born

The weeks passed and the big day finally arrived. I'll spare you the details of the birth, but tell you that the experience was truely amazing. There was no trauma, no fear. When Gabriel was born, RT got to catch him and lay him on my chest. And there he stayed for the next hour while we stared at him.

Was it painful? Yes. But not anywhere near as painful as I had anticipated. The fractured knee cap was much worse. In fact, the events that followed that fractured knee cap prepared me for childbirth in a way I would not have expected. While I was crying and shaking in pain with my knee swelling up, RT gave me a blessing. As he spoke the words of that blessing, I felt a wave of peace come over me that made my entire body relaxed, and I found that I was no longer afraid of the pain that I was feeling. I remember thinking to myself that the pain was just as intense as before the blessing, but it didn't hurt as much anymore because I wasn't afraid of it. Because I went into childbirth, educated, prepared and with no fear, it was a peaceful, wonderful experience.

I have heard women say that natural childbirth is an empowering experience. That is so true, but not in the way I expected it to be. I don't feel like I am stronger for having done it, but I have gained an amazing new appreciation for my body, the gift that it is, and the power that it holds. I think the end result speaks for itself.

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In my Human Growth and Development class I am supposed to write 8 papers birthing a person, and in the end killing her (I was assigned a girl.) Here is the first paper. Please let me know what you think as Montana grows, it will help her life.



Though this is a story about Montana and her life, we must first go over the history of how she came to be and the history of her family; because unlike you, her family really was “out there”, although to others, they were a boring and normal family. Montana’s mother is Phoenix, and Phoenix’s mother is Crystal, and Crystal’s mother is Helena. Phoenix’s father was a member of one of the world’s most useless yet feared gangs in the history of man. He was an employee of the IRS. After putting a lean on some family’s home, repossessing their cars, and shutting down the 43rd generation candy shop, he was shot, then dipped in a large vat of chocolate and sold to a museum as the largest chocolate figure ever. Phoenix’s grandfather died of old age. Phoenix’s grandma, Helena, was only 87 years young. She was the president of the local book club, and chair woman of Central City’s cattle prod museum. Phoenix’s mother, Crystal, was a professional knitter. She was the best in town. She was known to knit deluxe ties, socks, and one year the home coming queen’s hairdo. The only problem is that no one needed a professional knitter, and now that her husband was gone, Crystal and her family were dirt broke. Some would say extreme poverty, but to them, they were rich in heart. Helena has a cousin that lets them stay in a three bedroom apartment above a paper mill and pay rent when they can. Though this family seems poor and simple, we will soon learn that Helena, Crystal and Phoenix are all very gifted women, even though Phoenix doesn’t know it yet. And Montana, we will wait and see is she also is going to be just as gifted, if not more then the rest. Phoenix was a sophomore at Central City High, just about to turn 16, and was hoping and wishing that she could soon have her driver’s license. Knowing that her mother or grandmother couldn't afford to buy her a car, she started working at the local super market, bagging groceries after school and on Saturdays. It was here at work that Phoenix met Rufus, the dairy boy. Rufus was once a high school football water boy extraordinaire, but because of his failing academic grades he was kicked from the team. With his dreams of college dashed he dropped out of school and planned on being the city’s mayor. Rufus had long thin red hair pulled into a pony tail, and he had started chewing tobacco. And for whatever reason Phoenix couldn't take her eyes off of him. They started spending breaks and lunches together. And though there was a three year difference between them they soon became inseparable. Because of raging hormones, you can guess what soon happened between the two. They started the hanky panky, and Phoenix got knocked up. Though it would about a month before they knew she was expecting, they started drifting away from each other. One thing that Phoenix didn't know about Rufus was that he was dedicated to his job. It was his honor. And one day when she spilled some milk in the dairy cooler, and Rufus flipped. He smacked her in the face, and that wasn't enough. He pushed her to the ground and kicked her in the stomach. Because Phoenix, well really Montana was just young in the womb, this kicked altered her development, and made a small change to her developing brain and heart. Phoenix had tried to keep Rufus a secret from her mother and grandmother, though she wasn't very good at it. Phoenix’s grandmother always knew what Phoenix was up to. Without even being at home when Phoenix had broken something, she knew, as if she could see the past and know the future. So when Phoenix started to feel the pains of morning sickness, she hid it as best she could, but her grandmother approached her and asked her about her body, and how long she might be along. Because of Grandma Helena’s gift to always know what was going on, Phoenix knew it was useless lying to her. She said that she thought that she was 6 weeks along, and that she wanted to tell her mother. Grandma agreed and said that she would go with her. Now Phoenix didn't know how, but it seemed that her mom could be holding things one moment, when before she wasn’t, as if she could move things with her mind. As Phoenix and grandma walked into the room, Crystal knew that something was wrong because of the look on both their faces. No one touched the door, and yet it closed behind them. As Phoenix started to tell her mother the story in greater detail than what she had told her grandmother, the window next to Crystal started to rattle and shake, and ceiling fan started to spin backwards, and before Phoenix had finished her story, the cordless phone was in front of Phoenix, in mid air as her mother said call Rufus and tell him that he had better do better then dairy boy because he is going to be a good father. Phoenix called Rufus and he was crazed! If people found out that he had a child out of wedlock, his possibilities of being Central City’s mayor are history. He wanted nothing to do with this child and hung up the phone. Crystal was to say the least upset as the phone was ripped out of Phoenix’s hand and smashed against the wall by some unseen hand. As timed passed, Phoenix was given a choice as to what she was going to do with her baby. Keep the child or put her up of adoption, and an abortion was out of the question! Rufus hit the road, to try to hide from his now colored past. Phoenix knew that she had to stay in school and graduate. She knew that she wanted to keep the baby, but she needed to talk to her grandmother first, and she knew that her mother had great power using her mind. Without thinking, Phoenix had her baby’s name picked out. Her grandmother always referred to the child as she or her, so it had to be a girl. Montana was a name that she loved and one that her mother liked to. But what would she look like? Would she have red hair like her loser dad, or long dark hair like her grandmother Crystal? Would she be short like her loser dad, or tall like her mom? Phoenix thought about all these things and more as the months passed. And when enough time had passed, she went into labor at home, because she had no insurance, and her grandmother was a certified midwife. Phoenix had gone to birthing classes, and was prepared. And what was amazing, was that during labor she was brought everything that she wanted: water, a cold towel, something to eat, everyone seemed to know exactly what she was thinking of. As Montana entered the world, squeezing through the birth canal, she had no idea that she was coming from a line of such “gifted” women.

A long journey for GRVO

Tuesday at work Jenn called me and said that she was having irregular contractions. I was then on high alert. Wednesday morning Jenn was having regular contractions and at 7:30 in the morning I said what am I doing today? She said your not going any where! So I spent the day with Jenn as she had contractions that were any where between 20 minutes apart and 5 minutes apart. We went for a long walk in the late afternoon which helped a little, but not enough. We got some advise from our Bradley Method instructor that we should call our midwife and get her advise as well as to what we should do, because by now, Jenn had been in labor for 18 hours with no advances. So at 10:45 we went to the birth center to talk to Becky, our midwife. We got to the door and no one came to our knock. At about the same time a mini van came sceaming into the parking lot and I thought it was Becky. Nope, it was Susan, on of the nurses. She let us in and we got cozy in a room waiting. Another mother had called just after we got off the phone with Becky and by the time that we got there, she was pushing and sceaming. So when Becky could pull herself away and come check on Jenn, Jenn was dilated to a 4 and almost effaced completely. Because Jenn had been awake for going on 20 hours she needed sleep. Jenn got a shot of morphine and some other muscle relaxers to help her get some sleep. We got home after the shot at about midnight. Jenn was already asleep when her head hit the pillow. I stayed up another hour to get the bags together, and shower, and get as much in the car as I could to be ready to the following day.
Jenn slept for about 5 hours and at 6 she said I think my water broke. So we got up, and headed to the birth center (which is only about a two minute drive.) Again when we got there, there was another woman pushing out a baby, and again she was right across the hall. And again we were waiting for Becky to get a break and come check on us. Susan was there all night cleaning from the baby at midnight, but she was chipper when we got there, and got us ready. Around 8 Becky was doing a check on Jenn and she was dilated to an 8 and just waiting for her body to say push. So we just waited and worked through each contraction. 10:50 is the noted time on the medical report as to what time Jenn started to push. She was in hard labor pushing labor for over an hour. At 12:13 Thursday afternoon, little Gabriel Richard VanOrden was born at 5 lbs. 1 oz. and 18 in. His apgar scores were 8&9.

So just an up-date on my pellet gun. I have a nice set up in the backyard now. my chair is out behind the garage and the targets are across the yard infront of a compost pile. I usually have around 16targets set up on an old table and can plink them off one at a time. This is just a sample of what a pellet does to a soda can full of water does. The top hole is a second shot the the lower explosion, yes that was done by a pellet gun. I know, it rocks! nothing like my 7mm, but for the price and shooting in my backyard, can't beat it.

Can you guess what this is a picture of? Yes is it a little dark, but I bet you can figure it out.

Getting ready

Our neighbors who just moved were trying to get rid of some of stuff. They had two boys, and we got some stuff. One of the things we got was a halloween costume. Jennifer wanted to make sure that it was safe for her little boy. This is her testing it out. I would really like to know what goes through your head when you see this, because I still haven't decided. Histarical, yes, funny, yes, great, most of the time! I love my wife! ☺