News from the arctic tundra of Canada

Hello from Nova Scotia! Jon will be receiving an offer from DHL via email any day now, wahoo! It's comforting to know that we have a job. We'll let everyone know when we receive the location! Thanks for all the prayers.

Ethan is turning 6 months this week and misses his grandma. He's talking up a storm, mostly "Dad". He has also learned how to fake cry (it's absolutely adorable) and fake cough. He'll be crawling any day now and is chewing on everything!

Here are some pics and videos for everyone's enjoyment.

N.D.

Heather*, a co-worker of mine, is from Minot, North Dakota. He went home for the holidays. This is a photo of his Mom shoveling the driveway...notice the 5 - 6 foot snow in the lawn area? Yeah...that's the way it was everywhere. Half the high school was buried in snow.

We lived in North Dakota way back when I was born. Grandpa Bob got transferred to Thailand and we had to pick up and move to live with Grandparents the February after I was born. The mobile home was frozen in place...we had to leave it in North Dakota.

I think I speak for all of the Stewart children when I say:

"Mom and Dad, thank you very much for not moving back to North Dakota."

*not his real name

Minot is 5 hours west of Grand Forks, but roughly similar latitude.


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Tausha Senior Pictures

Just a quick update: Tausha's senior pictures are on StewartsFunnyFarm Picasa Web Album

Here's a little sneak peak:

Thank you soooooooo much to the AMAZING photographer/photoshopper, aka Melissa!!!!!!!!

Baby Food

Yet Another Ethan Update

Jon wanted his mom's meatloaf for his birthday. It's an interesting recipe with a breaded crust. 

Guess who's an 8 !!

Ron's afternoon adventures today included him falling out of a trailer he was working on at Nashua and breaking his left wrist, scraping up his face and possibly breaking his right wrist too.

The trailer was outside the plant and he was finishing up a door framing job. He went to step on a ladder device which wasn't flush with the door frame and he missed the first step, tripping over a rubber seal in the threshold. He flew down head first. (Ron said his cape malfunctioned and he should get his money back!) Anyway, he went to brace himself for the fall and the brunt of his fall was on his left wrist. He graveled up his face also. His right wrist is possibly broken too, but only slightly enough that it has a removable splint on it for now. He also has some pretty good bumps and bruises on his shoulder and one of his thighs.

Ron was driven to the emergency room at St. Luke's downtown by one of his co-workers. I was called by another of Ron's co-workers and I knew it wasn't good when he said, "I wish I were calling you with better news...." So, I rushed to the hospital and found Ron in lots of pain on a gurney. Ron told me that the nurse asked what pain level he was at and he said that he was an 8 or 9. It took a long time before Ron was able to get his shot of morphine though. Ron got exrayed and it showed that he broke his left wrist pretty bad. The ER doctor referred him to an orthopedic surgeon. They wrapped his wrist and arm in a "sugar tongue" splint. (Katherine, you'll know what that is :-) Ron's right wrist isn't as bad, possibly a small fracture, but the doctor couldn't tell. His face was full of dried blood clumps and the nurses and doctor didn't seem to care about how he looked, only how he felt. So I took some wet paper towels and proceeded to get dried blood and gravel off his face.

By the time Ron was checked out of the hospital, he already had a long list of things to do: "Go get his prescription for Norco filled, while that's being filled at the pharmacy, drop by his work and get his stuff out of the car and pick up his check, then go back to the pharmacy and pick up his prescription. Oh, and why don't we go to Costco to see what they can do about my scraped up glasses. Oh, and go by the bank and deposit my paychek....."(I'm guessing the morphine was talking, not Ron!)

We went to Albertsons by his work and Ron insisted on coming in the store with me. I asked if he was sure about that and he said yeah, yeah, he was okay. I told him that he might scare people with his face all bloodied up. He said, "Naa, I'll be fine." We didn't get too many stares when we went in to drop off his prescription, but when we went back to pick it up after it was filled, the gal at the pharmacy window had a look on her face like, "What is this bloodied up man doing here standing in line?!"

I told Ron that he scared her. It didn't phase him one bit! So, we finally got home and I had to help Ron with his shower so his spint wouldn't get wet, but somehow we managed to get it a little damp. A sister and brother in our ward brought dinner to us, which was so nice. By the time I got done doing everything for Ron, I sure didn't want to fix dinner. Here's Ron at home finally, all cleaned up.

Ron has an appointment on Monday afternoon with the surgeon.

Molly Lou is here!

Molly Lou Wagstaff was born on October 15, 2009 at 23:23 hours.
She weighed 5 lbs 12.4 oz to be exact!
She measured 19 1/2 inches.
Her head measured at 13 1/4 inches and her chest at 12 inches.
Mom and dad are doing well. Dad is a little tired but mom is not.
Nanna drove in last night from Fruitland and has officially claimed
that "Molly is the cutest baby in the world!"
She's been sleeping most of the night and day.
Dad has changed a couple of diapers with one leaving a
mess all OVER the place! (ask Tyson... it's funny)
Mom is doing what good mom's do - snuggling and nurturing.
We're so happy she's FINALLY here!