Monday, May 30, 2011

Dinosaurs!

We made a trip to the good ol' Vernal Dinosaur Museum the other day. We took Marshall to this museum back in September, but he was so scared of the dinorsaurs that it was a quick trip and I had to carry him through the entire thing. Fortunately, this time around he did a lot better. He only got scared once and asked Richard to carry him. Here are some pictures from our fun morning out.









And a picture of Bridget, just to remind us that she was indeed with us on this outing. :) Love those blues!




I Am A Doctor

Please excuse this post. Richard was just trying to tease me for my previous title, what a guy. :)

Saturday, May 28, 2011

I Am A Dancer

I began dancing when I was five years old and I continued dancing all through high school. When I began college I had myself convinced that pursuing a career in dance was impractical. I decided to major in accounting and minor in modern dance. My freshman year was spent taking the required pre-requisites for the accounting program as well as some dance classes. At the end of the year I applied to the Marriott School, BYU's Business School, and I auditioned for the dance minor. I was accepted into both programs and I was very happy.


My sophomore year began with a semester full of accounting and business classes and zero dance classes; I didn't have any room in my schedule for them. Theses four months of my life, September through December, were horrible. I quickly discovered that while I very much enjoyed my accounting and business pre-requisites, these upper-level accounting core classes were not for me. I hated the competition among my accounting classmates, my Information Systems class had me utterly confused, and I terribly missed my dance classes. Well, I muddled through the semester, but found myself competely confused by December.


I spent the next semester taking all sorts of random classes trying to figure out what to do with my life. Fortunately, I was able to enroll in two dance classes and quickly found that my happiness returned. After talking to my dance advisor and other trusted adults, I concluded that dance, while sometimes a challenging career path with limited pay, is what I wanted to do.


At the beginning of my junior year I auditioned for the dance education major and I was accepted. I spent the next three years fully immersed in the dance program and it was a wonderful experience. I took classes from fantastic professors who cared about me as an individual, I had great performing opportunities, I was able to learn from and dance with nationally known guest artists, and I was able to make life-long friendships with amazing people and beautiful dancers.


I graduated from BYU with a BA in Dance Education in April 2007. While still in Utah, I began looking for dance studios in the Milwaukee area that were hiring teachers. My degree certified me to teach in the school setting, but dance is not a core part of the curriculum in Wisconsin, unlike Utah, so I needed to find a studio. I spoke with several studios in the area before arriving in Milwaukee and had my hopes set on two of them. The day after we moved to Milwaukee I had an interview with To The Pointe. It was a great interview and I very much felt at ease and knew that it would be a good fit for me. The next week I taught a few classes for them so they could observe my teaching and they offered me the job. I was so happy.


For the next year I worked full-time at To The Pointe. I did office work during the day and taught a full load of classes Monday through Thursday nights. This year provided me with so many learning opportunities and I was also able to form great friendships with my employer, co-workers, and dancers. At the end of that year I had Marshall and scaled back my working hours. Everybody was so accommodating and understanding of me changing my schedule so that I could spend more time at home. The next two years brought more changes to our family with Richard's busy medical school schedule and Bridget. To The Pointe continued to be supportive and allowed me to work the hours I wanted.


These last four years at To The Pointe have been such a blessing. I was able to put my dance degree to use. I was able to dance, teach, create, learn from talented co-workers, teach in the schools (which I loved), choreograph, and perform. All of this allowed me to support our family while Richard was in school.


So, here I am now, four years later. Richard, a doctor, will finally be getting paid and we have two children. When we found out that we matched in Milwaukee for Richard's five year residency I began tackling the decision of whether or not to continue working. This was a challenging and emotional decision for me to make. Richard has been so supportive through this whole thing and continually reassured me that if I wanted to keep teaching we would figure out how to make it work with his demanding schedule at the hospital.


I have now made the decision to stop working. I talked to my boss about it a couple of weeks ago and I just old my dancers on Monday. I was deeply touched by their tears and their hugs. I have taught many of those girls for all four years and I was happy to know that I have had some sort of impact on them.


Despite leaving the faculty at To The Pointe I am still going to be invovled in a community art project that they are working on August through October. I am very excited about this event as it will give me the opportunity to work with visual artists, poets, and dancers alike to create an evening of beautiful art. I have also agreed to remain on the substitute list and re-evaluate my teaching decision every year. I still want to remain connected with To The Pointe. I fully support their mission and think that they are the greatest studio around.


I am a dancer. Dance has played a major role in my life from the time I was just five years old. I always want to be involved with dance in some way. I recognize that my involvement with dance will have to change as I change and the circumstances of my family change. But, for now, I feel good with the decision I have made.


A few weeks ago my studio had their annual recital. Besides my modern class, my favorite dances were performed by the 3, 4, 5, and 6 year olds. I loved their enthusiasm, their big smiles, and their adorable little tutus. I cannot wait to see Bridget in her first recital! Yes, she will be dancing! I have already decided to put her in dance when she is three or four. I will sign her up every year after that unless she tells me otherwise and I will fully support whatever decision she makes with regard to how invovled she wants to be in dance. I really am just so excited to see her dance and I want her to know that I am a dancer, not that I was a dancer.


And lastly, here is our newest little dancer sporting some pointe shoe booties. Even Richard thinks these are pretty sweet. A big thanks to the mom who made these. She is a huge advocate for To The Pointe and a mom of one of my dancers.




Friday, May 27, 2011

New Sleeping Arrangements

As mentioned in an earlier post, we moved Marshall into a twin bed a few weeks ago, and let me just say it has been a rough few weeks! Granted, once he is asleep, he stays in his room and we don't have any problems with him coming into our room in the middle of the night, knock on wood! But, the trick is getting him to stay in bed and actually sleep instead of playing with his toys. His naps have become almost non-existent, but for some reason, I can count on him taking a nap every Wednesday. Odd, but really, every single Wednesday since moving him into his bed he takes a nap. And, at night time, he just plays in his room. Two weeks ago he stayed up until 10:30 and didn't go to sleep until Richard laid down on his floor. And, earlier this week he didn't go to bed until 11:15! Ahhh!!! I am hoping this late bedtime was due solely to the fact that he knew he would be getting on an airplane the next day to fly to Utah, but still, no two year old should be awake at 11:15! All of this has equaled a very sleepy, ornery and sometimes irrational Marshall. And now, here we are in Utah and he's sleeping in new beds and new places. Fortunately he has done pretty well and thanks to grandparents driving him around in cars he has gotten some naps. My goodness, what an adventure!

Anyway, enough of an update on Marshall, we'll get through it and probably handle all of this better when we move Bridget into a bed. Here are just a couple of pictures I've taken of Marshall sleeping. I do get a kick out of how he has fallen asleep sometimes; the poor boy is just absolutely exhausted.



I just love how he lined up all the helmets and footballs. He's so organized. :)









An afternoon nap, we successfully made the transfer from car to couch, whew!


Now for Bridget, we moved her into her own bedroom about three weeks ago. Richard was relieved and I was slightly emotional about the whole thing. It just means that she's growing up and it makes me happy and sad all at the same time. Here's her bedroom in all its glory...





Ah, the joys of being a second child born to parents who don't have a lot of money and limited space :) In Bridget's room you will find the usual baby items, but you will also find a Harry Potter poster, ironing board, tools, Richard's suits, coats, and ties, games, a Crock Pot, and griddle. What a lucky little girl. :) The only thing she will be doing in this room is sleeping, once she starts moving around we will keep this door shut at all times so she doesn't pull something down on herself. Definitely not the most baby-proof room. :) I do think I will dig up some sort of artistic talent in myself and put her name above her crib. That will personalize it a little more for her. Despite her room, Bridget is sleeping great and I'm very grateful for her good sleeping habits! Here's the cute sleeping babe...




Saturday, May 21, 2011

Dr. Leake




It's official, he has done it, medical school is behind us, and I'm happy to say I'm married to a doctor. :)

It has been a wonderful graduation weekend with family and we're just so happy.

More details, better pictures, and a plethora of blog updates coming soon!

But, until then, congratulations Richard, you've done great!




Thursday, May 12, 2011

These Fish Are A Hit

Both Marshall and Bridget love, love, love the fish that circle above the swing. If you want to take a look back, here is a video of Marshall adoring his fish.

But, now it is Bridget's turn to be entertained by these four little circling fishes. She loves the fish, and I love her smiles!





Two Months

Bridget had her two month check-up today. She is a healthy little girl. Her tongue has healed nicely and her hips, which originally were a little too flexible, have tightened up so no need to visit a specialist-whew!

Anyway, here are the stats of this adorable little girl...

Height: 23 1/2 inches (90%)
Weight: 11 lbs. 2.5 oz (50%)
Head: 40 3/4 cm. (98%)

Again, those big Toney heads keep pullin' through! And, just for comparison sake, at this same age Marshall was 1/4 of an inch shorter, but a whole pound bigger.

Now on to pictures of "Baby B" as she is affectionately called by Richard and Marshall. :)






Those darn headbands; the things we do for beauty. :) But, do not worry, she was not being strangled!





We love you Bridget! So happy you are here!




Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Richard's Opinion Piece in the November 11, 2003 Daily Universe

Your Logic Failed

Hey “Part-Time” Professor Foster, your views on killing animals are valid, but don’t plants have spirits as well?

All of God’s creations have a purpose here on Earth and have spirits. Moses 3:5 backs this by saying, “every plant of the field before it was in the earth, and every growing herb of the field before it grew. For I, the Lord God, created all things which I have spoken, spiritually, before they were naturally upon the face of the earth.”

If killing animals to eat them is bad because they have spirits, then we shouldn’t kill plants because they also have spirits.

I cry every time I see a piece of broccoli being eaten. They are the possessors of defenseless souls that are trapped in unmoving bodies. At least the deer can see the hunter coming and
run away, especially with the heathen hunters’ bright orange outfits.

The solution to all of our problems dealing with eating organisms with spirits is to invest money into the research of artificial foods so that nothing we eat will come from a spiritinhabited being.

RICHARD L. LEAKE
Maeser (Vernal),Uintah County

http://lib.byu.edu/cgi-bin/TxtOnly/betsie.pl/0005/newnewsnet.byu.edu/pdf/du20031111.pdf

Monday, May 9, 2011

Tied Tongues

I am about two months late in writing this, but because this blog is about the only form of a journal any of us have, I must write it down.

Anyway, tied tongues run in my dad's side of the family. I was born with a tied tongue and during that time doctors were against clipping them. I was able to talk and eat just fine and it wasn't a problem. However, when I was in 9th grade my dentist noticed that my tied tongue was pulling on my gums and it needed to be clipped. Needless to say I was terrified for this procedure and I still remember it vividly-it was SO painful! They gave me laughing gas and numbed my mouth and I held it together for the entire procedure, but as soon as my mom got me out to the car I burst into tears and cried all the way home. It really was the most pain I've ever been in and I still believe that, even after having two children. :) A few days after the procedure I had to go back to the dentist so they could remove the stitches, again, more pain. My skin had grown around the stitches and there was a lot of tugging, pulling, and pain to accompany all of that. This whole ordeal was an awful experience; I'm just glad I'm alive to tell about it. :)

Well, Marshall was also born with a tied tongue. We noticed it right off the bat and so did the nurses in the hospital. They said it was common practice now to clip them, but it was obviously up to us and our pediatrician. Well, when Marshall was just two days old and while we were still in the hospital he had a screaming fit and untied his own tongue; a strong little guy! Once I finally got him calmed down I noticed that blood was coming out of his mouth. I called the nurse, she came in and cleaned him up, and we discovered that his tongue was free and no longer tied. She said it looked like a clean cut and that he would be fine. When I took him to see the pediatrician when he was just a few days old he agreed that his tongue looked fantastic and he tore it right where he would have clipped it.

Well, this gene for tied tongues must be a strong one because little Bridget also had a tied tongue when she was born. When she had her five day check-up with the pediatrician it was the first thing he noticed. He asked if she was nursing well and I said she was and that her tongue didn't seem to be causing her any problems. So, he gave me two options. One, clip her tongue now or wait a couple of years to see how she was talking and if her speech was impaired we would clip it. He assured me that the procedure is quick and simple if done as a newborn. He told me had had never clipped too much, there is little blood, and babies can nurse right after. But, the longer you wait and the older the child, the more involved and obviously traumatic it all is. I told the doctor about my awful ordeal as a fourteen year old and opted to have Bridget's tongue clipped that day. He agreed that would be best and left the exam room to get a nurse and the tools. I called Richard to tell him what we were going to do and told him I would try to keep myself from falling apart. The doctor and nurse came back in and I handed Bridget to them. I sat in the corner and didn't watch and tried not to listen to her cries. Despite her tears, it really was a fast procedure. They were done in three minutes, she just bled a tiny bit, and nursed immediately after. She was a champ and I am glad we got this taken care of when she was only five days old and will have no memory of it, unlike her mother. :)

And, on an interesting side note, we got the statement for this procedure a few days later...$277!!! One doctor, one nurse, three minutes, two instruments, two squares of gauze=$277, unbelievable! Thank goodness for insurance!

Easter Photo Shoot

On Easter I was determined to get pictures of Marshall holding Bridget. By this time Bridget was six weeks old and Marshall had not yet held her; he always refused our offers. Well, I talked it up all day long and eventually had to bribe him with two pieces of Easter candy and here are the results...

Non-plused


Concerned


Annoyed


No hands!


Happy Marshall
Sad Bridget



Squinty eyes, big eyes


Just right


And in case you are wondering, Marshall hasn't held her since. :)

Friday, May 6, 2011

Six Years

Our engagement picture. Ah, we were so young.

Today is our six year wedding anniversary, holy smokes, where has the time gone?! I sure love Richard, he is a perfect match for me. He is a hard worker, patient, makes me laugh every day, and he knows me so well. In the last eight weeks since Bridget was born his time at home has consisted of making meals, washing dishes, bathing Marshall, changing diapers, grocery shopping, and getting up with Marshall at night. What a guy, he's a real winner, that's for sure. I am grateful for him and I love him.

And now here's a fun look back at some details of the last six years...

Two BYU graduations

Two states

Five apartments

Eight jobs

Five cars

Three laptops

Four years of medical school and all the debt to go with it

Two adorable children

Happy anniversary to us and here's to another fantastic year!