Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Joslyn's Birth

When we started to talk about baby number four, I introduced the idea of waiting to find out the gender of the baby. At first Will was a little apprehensive, but he came around eventually. So it was decided when Joslyn was just a twinkle in our eyes, this last babies gender would be a surprise.

Not knowing if the baby was a boy or a girl really made the last few weeks of pregnancy exciting and fun. It felt like waiting for Christmas morning, but not knowing exactly when that would be. The week before Joslyn was born, I would start having contractions every morning and they would last anywhere from 2-4 hours and then stop. I was sure I would have a quicker labor this time around. The morning before her birth they woke me up around 6am. I was 40 weeks and 1 day.

I went down stars to meditate, pray and spend some time alone before the boys woke up. I bounced on the exercise ball and told baby I couldn’t wait to meet her.  After an hour of consistent contractions, I started doing some labor inducing exercises. I knew I had little control over getting labor to start, but I figured it was worth a try. After 7 or so hours of contractions I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be having a quick birth. I was curious to see where I was at because they seemed pretty intense. My midwife came to check me and told me I was at a three and 100% effaced. I was thrilled. With all three boys, it took me over 12 hours to get to a three. So I thought, great! Things are moving along!

Janee (My midwife) left and we sent the kids to my neighbors house. We went on a walk trying to “keep things going” I had a lot of anxiety and stress over my labor stalling like it had done with Connors birth. My doula came over and offered counter pressure and we watched a movie trying to relax. Things slowed down in the evening and we sent her home until things picked up a bit.

When I would lay down, contractions were 10 minutes apart. When I stood up and walked around, they were 5 minutes apart. So I alternated between resting and working hard for the next couple of hours. Janee came back to check me at 10:30 and I was still at a three. I had a really hard time getting over the disappointment of not progressing. I ugly cried for a good 20 minutes, then decided I would try to get some sleep as I was not interested in “getting things going” through the night. My sweet midwife offered to stay the night to ease my stress and have her there in case I needed her. I rested as much as I could and figured out how to do counter pressure on myself through the night.

In the morning it was back to business. I tried to be patient with my body, but it was hard. I was ready to meet my baby and with all of the contractions I had been having I was sure I would not have another 40 hour birth. But I also knew that I had done it before and I could do it again. Baby was looking great and I was managing contractions just fine.
All photos by Katherine Anne Loveless http://www.katherineloveless.com/
Around 5pm I asked for my midwife and doula to come back over. I had no idea if I was close, but I felt like I needed some more support. I had her check me again, and I was at a 5! I was relieved to have made some progress. The next 5 hours are blurred together in my head as one intense hour. I was shocked by how late it was when they announced she was born at 10:05pm. But I’m getting ahead of myself. We started to fill up the birth pool around 6:00pm. This made my bedroom hot and humid. So we went downstairs for a bit when the kids came home around 7:00. The temperature change was a bit of a shock and I started to shake I was so cold. I stood over the heat vent and watched the kids eat some snacks and goof off around at the table. They were a good distraction.

Contractions seemed to be right on top of each other and I was ready to feel the relief of the warm water. I had two contractions walking up to my room and hurdled into the tub. It felt amazing to have the warm water envelop my contracting belly. Will came and sat next to the tub, and I melted into his arms. This was on of my favorite moments, the love and excitement was tangible.

The exhaustion was starting to set in, my legs were tired and weak. I had spent the last 30 something hours squatting during contractions, because it’s what felt good and comfortable. But now I could not find a comfortable position as squatting was becoming increasingly difficult.  While the water was making contractions more manageable, resting in between was nearly impossible. At some point in the water I was checked and at an 8 with a posterior lip. Janee held it down through a contraction and had me do some lunges in the pool. Around 9:45 I got out of the water and Will helped support me while I kneeled on the bed. My water broke and things got real.

 I could not support my own body any longer. I laid on my side and tried my best to stay relaxed. Something felt much different than my previous births. It was more intense than I felt like I could handle. I was experiencing pain that I had never felt before. I was starting to panic. I kept saying that I couldn’t do it. I was done and I wanted to just go to sleep. I was in that crazy state of mind that I actually believed that was an option. Everyone’s response was “You are doing it Cara.” After about 10 minutes of me freaking out, Will leaned down and whispered in my ear “Thank you. Thank you so much for doing this.”

I realized that this was part of my story, it was going to be hard.  No one needed to save me from pain. I wasn’t suffering, pain was just a sensation and it was okay to allow myself to feel it without fear. I took a deep breath and decided it was time to surrender. Then I reached down a moment later to feel my babies head crowning. I did not expect it to be that fast. My body started to push and I felt her head slide gently into my hands. Then I knew exactly why this time it was so different, a little hand grasped my finger. She was born with both hands up by her head. I smiled and then pushed the rest of her body out.

The first hands to touch my baby were my own. I pulled her slippery body on to my stomach and was filled with relief. We covered her up with a towel and stared at our new tiny human. We held her, kissed her and stroked her arms then together lifted up the towel to reveal that we were getting our little girl! And we were thrilled.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Easter 2015

Picture overload. 
We had a total of three easter egg hunts this year. The boys had a blast and didn't even seem to notice that I kept reusing the same candy. 

 We had our family Easter egg hunt at Salem pond. I used to come here when I was little. It's so fun to come back to places like this with my own kids. :)

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

My Miracle Man

Will’s accident

A few weeks ago I went with a play group to tour the fire station in Pleasant Grove. The fire fighter talked with the kids about fire safety and gave them a tour of the truck and the ambulance. We got to talking about the fire truck and how there was some controversy about how much this truck cost. I mentioned that they used the jaws of life on that very truck to save my husband’s life, so it was well worth the money in my opinion. He asked me what happened and I gave him the 30 second version of the story. His response made my heart swell with gratitude, and tears swell in my eyes. “You’re kidding me. I was a paramedic on that call. How is he doing?” I told him that he was doing great, thanks to the first responders. “We all thought he was dead. I was sure he was dead.” I wanted to throw my arms around his neck and hug him for as long as he would allow, but I resisted. We talked for a couple of minutes and he recounted his memories of the call they received. Will’s story was already amazing, and will forever be a miracle in my eyes, but it became even more miraculous as I spoke with the man who saved his life. 

I suppose there are some who don’t know the story, and since I haven’t actually written it down, I figured I would do it now. Five years ago Will had the tire off of his car trying to figure out why it was making an awful sound every time we turned the steering wheel. He had taken the car in to 3 different mechanics, none of them could figure out the problem. (If you want a list of who to never go to, let me know.) Friday night he told me he thought he figured out what the problem was and was going check the rotors the next morning.

The morning of the accident, I was planning on spending a couple of hours at a friend’s house working on a sewing project. I kept feeling prompted that I needed to stay home, and I kept brushing it off. Around 11:30 Will went out to the garage to try to figure out for himself what was going on with his car. I gave him a kiss as he walked out the door and told him I would see him later.

Then as I was getting ready to leave the prompting turned into something more intense, my stomach turned as I  grabbed my keys from the hook, and a voice in my heart said “Do not leave.” I put the keys back and relief swept over my body. I stuck Lincoln in the high chair and went upstairs to get my phone. As I was passing the bedroom I heard someone yell. I looked out the window thinking the neighbor kids were playing in the back yard. I hurried down the stairs and saw Lincoln sitting unusually still in the highchair. His eyes were glued on the garage door. 

I opened the door to see Will, face down underneath the car. One hand stretched forward with a tool just out of reach. I could see the jack had been knocked over. The tire was off the car allowing the frame of the car to pin Will underneath. My first reaction was to think he was playing a joke on me. “What are you doing?!?!” In that very breath I noticed his other hand stretched back by his body, it already had a dusky blue color. I reached for my phone in my pocket, and called 911 as I checked for a pulse on the arm I could reach. It was weak, but it was there. As I was on the phone giving my frantic plea for help, I ran to our truck to get another jack. I grabbed the jack and only realized once I got to Will’s side that it wasn’t going to fit under the car. I started to cry. 

“Are you there ma’am?” The 911 operator was still on the phone. Yes I’m here. I ran to the neighbors house to get a jack from them. Their daughter answered the door and I asked for her mom or dad to come as fast as they could. Then I remembered Lincoln was still in the highchair by himself. I ran back home telling the 911 operator that I couldn’t fit the jack under the car, so I was trying to find another one. She advised me to not lift the car off of Will. Not knowing the extend of his injuries, lifting the car off of him with out the paramedics there was too risky.

I went inside to grab Lincoln and came out to see a police officer pulling up. He ran to Will and grabbed the truck jack. I told him that it didn’t fit and that I was advised to not lift the car. Just then an ambulance arrived. The first paramedic on the scene was Tyler. And this is where his part of the story fills in the blanks. He stood there waiting for the fire truck to arrive, it was only a minute behind him, but it felt like an eternity. As he waited he started an IV in Wills arm to neutralize his blood, so that it didn’t become toxic to his body. When your blood isn’t receiving oxygen, it becomes acidic. 

The fire truck arrived and Lincoln started to scream. And I started to feel dizzy. I took in long slow breaths and someone took Lincoln from me. I squatted down on the ground and Tyler told me to go inside. My bishop and RS president (Who both live right next to me) brought me inside. My bishop gave me a priesthood blessing offering peace and comfort. 

When the fire truck arrived, they used the jaws of life to lift the car off of Will. They estimated he was under the car for about 7 minutes. As they pulled him out from the car he was dead. No heart beat. And he wasn’t breathing. They did several chest compressions and performed a Thoracentesis to remove any fluid from his lungs. He was blue, and they were sure he was dead. Then he took a quick gasp of air. And his heart started beating. I came back outside as they were loading him into the ambulance. I told him to keep fighting and prayed that wouldn’t be the last time I saw him. 

Two weeks before the accident, Tyler had picked a special interest for his paramedic training. He picked therapeutic hypothermia. This was a fairly new technique, and he was the only one on the team that was trained in it. They start a catheter in your leg and slowly drop your body temperature down to reduce swelling in the brain. As Will had a suspected traumatic brain injury, Tyler made the call to start therapeutic hypothermia. 
He only was able to do this because of the training he received TWO WEEKS BEFORE!!! This saved Will’s life. Without a doubt. He is here with me today because of this man. If only there was another word in the english language to express immense gratitude. Sometimes “thank you” just doesn’t cut it. 

One of the neighbors took Lincoln and another one drove me to the hospital. On the way there I knew Will needed prayers, immediately. I called my mom, Will’s mom and my sister, and told them Will needed as many prayers as he could get. As I hung up and we were nearing the hospital, I quickly posted on facebook, “Will is in the hospital, please pray for him” We ran into the ER and a social worker was there waiting for us. He ushered us into a room. And told us the doctor would be in soon. He asked me how I was doing. I looked at him with swollen red eyes and couldn’t muster out more than a squeaky “Okay”. I twisted Will’s wedding ring around on my finger as we waited. They had given it to me with all of his other personal belongings. My heart was beating so fast I wondered if it would ever slow down. 

My sister Soni called after reading my post on FB just as the doctor finally came back in. I put her on speaker so that she could listen to the details I knew I was to emotional to pay attention to. The CT scan showed minimal swelling, and he had no broken bones. They would keep his body cool for 24 hours to reduce swelling, putting him in a medically induced coma. After that they would slowly bring his temperature up which would take another 24 hours. And we would go from there. The possible outcomes ranged from death to brain dead, to years of recovery. 

I walked up to the waiting room with my my neighbors who had brought me to the hospital. We waited for what seemed like hours for them to let me in to see Will. I was waiting by the doors when someone with a crash cart came rushing by. I panicked and begged them to let me back to his room. But I had to keep waiting. 

Family and friends slowly trickled in to the waiting room. They sat with me, cried with me, and prayed with me. I asked my friend Heather to tell me that Will would be okay. I knew it wasn’t a fair thing to ask, but I just wanted someone to say it, even if it wasn’t true. 

They finally let me go back to his room. His whole body was shaking, and his eyes were swollen. He was on a breathing tube and had a neck brace on. I gave him a kiss on the head and held his hand. Our friend Dave gave him a blessing. My eyes popped open as he said the following words “I bless you with a full and complete recovery” In my heart, I wanted it to be true, but everything else was pointing in a different direction. 

Will’s mom and brother caught the first flight from California. They got to the hospital around 9pm. There wasn’t much we could do at that point, and Lincoln needed to be fed, so we all came back home to attempt sleep. My sister Soni started driving from Oregon and arrived sometime in the early morning. (This was the second time in a year that she came running to my aid.) 

That first night was hell. I could’t sleep. I prayed and cried, until two AM I got a call from the hospital, letting me know that his temperature had reached 91 degrees and they would start the 24 hours. I tossed and turned for a couple of hours, and decided I would turn to the scriptures. I started in John 14. 
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." John 14:27

At that point in time, I didn’t know what the outcome would be. I just new that everything would be okay. At 4 am I got a text from Heather, telling me that she couldn’t answer when I asked before, but she felt that Will would be okay, and that I was strong enough to make it through this. Then 5 minutes later I got a call from my mom saying that she had prayed and felt at peace. She too knew that Will would be okay. 

I spent the next couple of days back and forth between the hospital and my nursing baby. They slowly brought him out of his coma. I cried tears of joy when he was able to wiggle his toes and raise his hands. The next day they took the breathing tube out, but his voice was too weak and raspy to talk. After several hours he woke up and I showed him a picture of Lincoln. I asked if he knew who he was. He nodded his head and softly said “Lincoln.” I asked if he knew who I was…..he looked at me confused and shook his head no. I started to cry, and his nurse wrapped her arms around me and held me. “He knows you! He knows you! I promise he knows you.” The next few days proved that he did remember me. He now claims that he was just trying to tease me. Which is not cool. 

Will had to relearn how to walk, how to feed himself, how to go to the bathroom. Even talking took a day or two. He had about a 1 minute memory. So we spent a lot of the day answering the same questions. He was transferred to the rehab unit on day 5. Every day he saw a physical therapist, an occupational therapist, a speech therapist, and a neuro therapist. The things that he wasn’t able to do worried me. Simple things like complete a 24 piece puzzle, name 10 fruits, repeat a simple story. 

Physical therapy was a similar story. When asked to stand on one foot and put his arms straight out, he couldn’t do it. He insisted no one could do that, and challenged the PT to give it a try. Who was a very sweet, patient guy I went to high school with. I said “look!” And easily completed the task. I ran up the stairs as he struggled to make it up a few, and I threw the ball up in the air AND caught it. I know it wasn’t kind, and I was not being supportive, but I was so frustrated. Will insisted he was fine. He insisted he was ready to go home, and all of these “exercises" were dumb. 
The next exercise was on the wii fit. Will went and couldn’t complete the easiest level. “You try it!” I knew he needed a win, so I purposefully lost. 

The days were long. Will would forget where we were and why we were there. He had to wear an eye patch because of the double vision he had from the force of the car hitting his head. So every minute he would ask why he was wearing an eye patch and would take it off. He was frustrated that we couldn’t go home, and didn’t understand why he was in the hospital. Every night he would beg me to stay, and didn’t understand why I had to go home. People with TBI are often more aggressive, as the frontal part of the brain is responsible for impulse control. 

I brought his guitar to him one night, thinking it would help him relearn how to play. Something about the music and the connections it would have. He was excited but frustrated when he tried to play a simple song, and couldn’t manage find the cords. He threw the guitar down on the bed. I stepped out of the room and started sobbing in the hall. One of the doctors asked if I wanted to talk. She brought me into the nurses room and gave me a tissue. In tears I asked how long he would be like this. They didn’t have very many answers for me. Where he would end up cognitively was unknown. They said complete healing from his type of brain injury could take years. 
I felt defeated.

Thanks to many prayers said on our behave, and lots of support, including my sister and niece watching Lincoln every day, we kept going. And everyday Will was improving. After 6 days in rehab, they sent him home. (It was our 3 year anniversary)
I was trained on how to help him walk and we were to come back in for therapy twice a week. A neurologist sat down with us to go over discharge instructions. She told us that her recommendation was to take it easy for the next six months. She strongly encouraged Will to take a break from work and gave us disability forms to fill out. To which Will said “That’s not going to happen.” 

Will seemed to recover much faster at home, and Lincoln was happy to have him back. As was I. Within 2 weeks Will was back to work (against the doctor’s advice). When we went back for his outpatient care, the therapist who cared for Will were all amazed. They all told me after he was better, that they didn’t think he would make it. They figured he would be brain dead. It is a miracle he is alive, let alone completely back to normal, guitar skills and all. 

The whole ordeal has taken me a while to process. (Five years later I am actually writing it all down) I spent the first couple of weeks having a mini panic attack every time I walked into the garage. I still feel anxious and nervous if I see someone working underneath a car.

As I was looking back through Facebook posts to remember the timeline of everything, I re-read all of the comments from dear friends and family. I know it has been a long time, but thank you. Thank you for all of your love and support. The first year of Lincoln's life was a rough one. I leaned on others through Lincoln's hospital stay and surgery, when my step dad passed, and then again with Will's accident. I would not have survived with out you. I will always remember those who offered their support, cried with me, prayed for me. The small(and not so small) acts of service that you may think went unnoticed, made the biggest impact. There is so much evil in the world, but there is also a lot of good. There are tragedies and there are miracles.

"If you are helpless, He is not. If you are lost, He is not. If you don't know what to do next, He knows. It would take a miracle, you say? Well, if it takes a miracle, why not?"

~President Boyd K. Packer~

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Bye bye binky

We decided it was time to take away Connors binky. He is obsessed with the thing, and it appears to be messing up his front teeth. I knew it would need to be replaced with something else. Yesterday we took a trip to build a bear and told Connor to pick out a new stuffed animal. I told him beforehand that we would be giving the new stuffed animal his binky.

Connor picked out the cutest little giraffe. He happily put his binky inside the giraffe along who knows how many hearts he shoved in there, and the sweet lady sewed him up. He carried his new toy around the mall tucked under his arm, giving it kisses and hugs all the way.

Cute right?

Very, very cute. Until bed time rolled around.
When I said Connor was a little obsessed with his binky, I was wrong. The kid went ballistic. It was like a full on exorcism. He was thrashing and screaming "BBBBBBBEEEEEE!"

We tried singing, laying down with him, pacing the floor, and we tried just putting him in his crib and letting him cry. He threw himself out of the crib in a matter of seconds. Three hours later I finally got him to sleep. After a blissful hour of sleep he jumped out of his crib again. He screamed as I tried to calm him. At that point I would have ripped that adorable little giraffe open myself if we didn't have an extra stash in the dresser.

The Binky is back.

There are worse things than messed up teeth right?

Saturday, February 7, 2015

CHD awareness week

February 7th-14th is Congenital Heart Defect awareness week. 

CHD is something near and dear to my heart. If you haven't read Lincoln's story you can find it here.  
My world was turned upside down when Lincoln was diagnosed with multiple congenital heart defects. We were completely oblivious to the heart world before we were thrown into it with our first baby. During our six week crash course we learned a lot and met some amazing people. 

"A Congenital Heart Defect (or CHD) means an abnormality of the heart that is present at birth. In general, there is no known cause or cure for heart defects.  Congenital Heart Defects are the most common type of birth defect, affecting nearly 1 out of every 100 children born in the United States and across the world, and are the leading cause of birth-defect related deaths.  Some CHD's are minor, but approximately 50% will require some sort of invasive procedure (such as open heart surgery)." 

With CHD being the most common type of birth defect, we are still in need of funding for more research! Please consider making a donation. 
These heart kiddos are fighters! And they deserve the best chance we can give them.

Wand to help spread awareness? 

Feb. 7th - Wear a red shirt to support everyone affected by CHD's and heart disease alike.

Feb. 8th - Change your profile picture to a CHD warrior or angel for a day.
Feb. 9th - (optional) On your car window, get window chalk and write "Spread CHD Awareness"
Feb. 10th - Wear a heart, or ribbon representing CHD's
Feb. 11th - "LIKE" and "SHARE" a CHD childs page. What better way to spread awareness then to let people know who they are. Lets get their stories out there!!
Feb. 12th - Light a Candle for all the children with CHD's needing prayers, or for those who have already earned their wings.
Feb. 13th - Release a balloon or leave a porch light on for angels and kids needing prayers.
Feb. 14th - Baked goods, Bake a heart shaped cake, or heart cookies with your family representing CHD awareness/Valentine's day!

Friday, January 16, 2015

My children make me feel bipolar.

I love my children. I love being a mom. I love staying home with my kids. I love to play ninja turtles, build towers with legos, and make a gazillion little balls out of play dough. But wow, having kids is an emotional roller coaster. I find myself staring at my beautiful boys and wondering how I ever thought I was happy without them, and 5 minutes later, wondering how I will survive another 5 hours with them.
My days typically start out with Lincoln standing at the side of my bed. Either creepily staring at me as I sleep or telling me there is something crazy happing in the basement. Or that a fly is trapped in the house, and get this, he is attracted to the light. I tell him to go back to bed only to realize that it is 7:30 and time to get up.
I am not a morning person, so I usually spend the majority of the morning trying to convince myself that my children are not trying to ruin my life by waking up early. I grumble around getting the kids fed and trying not to snap at them before 8am. I did not succeed at this on Tuesday. All three boys took turns crying, fighting, and hitting all morning. At one point Will came out of his office in order to clear some tension. All three boys attacked him and begged him not to go back to work.

Lunch time finally rolled around and after that is preschool for Lincoln. I daydream about next year when Lincoln and Spencer will both be going to school. That dream is interrupted when they both start stripping their clothes off. 
 get the boys dressed again and start the ongoing search for lost shoes. 
30 minutes later we are in the car. 
After I drop Lincoln off I get both Spencer and Connor down for a nap. 

This is a glorious thing that only happens every once and a while. I have plenty that needs to get done around the house, but decide to send a couple emails first. Then I fall asleep on the couch instead. 

After our wonderful naps, I feel a sense of renewal.  My children once again have halos and I am ready to carry on the day. We head out to pick up Lincoln from preschool. After that we stop by Walmart. Getting from the car to the store results in me turning into angry mommy. While standing in line the lady in front of my turns around and says "Wow, you have your hands full!" I can't go out in public without at least one person saying something along those lines.

Lincoln starts to belt out "Jingle bells" in an opera voice. I can' t help but smile, he is so proud to hear his own voice. I tell him I love to hear his voice and nice mommy is back. 
We leave Walmart and head over to gymnastics. For the most part the kids behave. 

When Will asks if we should go to dinner I say sure. I get to Costa Vida first, and with my false sense of confidence, take the kids inside to order. While standing in line, Lincoln and Spence both inform me they need to go potty, and run off to the bathroom. I figured now was as good of time as any for them to learn to go by themselves. They come back and run in circles around me as I order our food. "I don't want that." "I want a hotdog." "Oh can I have a drink" "And ice cream."
As I am paying the cashier says 
"You have your hands full!" 

The boys were really digging the independence thing and filled up their own drink cups. Because I was too busy dealing with a toddler playing the "I'm going to throw myself out of your arms and see if you catch me" game. After having Lincoln poor out his ice tea he got, we sit down to start eating.

Will walks in and says "They are doing good."
We force feed all three children and Connor continues to play his game. 
One more potty trip for Connor and we are on our way home.

On the way home Lincoln asks me if they cut my babies out of my tummy. 
"Did you squeeze them out your butt?" 

We continued on with a talk that I wasn't planning on having for a while.

We get home, take a bath, read stories, sing songs and then GLORIOUS bed time. 
Will and I plop down on the couch and enjoy being kid free for a while. 
I find myself dreaming about a time when the kids will wipe their own butts. 
And leaving the house wont feel like a marathon.
And going to dinner will be enjoyable.
Only to tip toe into their rooms a few hours later to give them one more kiss, and whisper in their ears, "I love you, never grow up."

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Everything is Awesome!

Back in August 2014 we started planning our Legoland trip. We started planting seeds of lego love in the boys heads but didn't tell them that we were planning a trip to Legoland. Bought the movie, watched it 50 times, lego sets for birthdays. The boys successfully became obsessed with Legos.

On Christmas morning the boys opened their presents (more lego sets) and the last present was a lego shirt for each of them. As they were opening them I said "For your last present we are going on a trip, can you guess where?"

The first guess was Disney Land, but the second was Legoland. 
They asked when we were leaving and we said "Right now!" 

Then we ate a quick breakfast and jumped in the car.
Traveling with three littles wasn't the greatest, but for the most part they did really good. 
We stayed at the Legoland hotel, which was amazing. I feel like it's part of the experience of Legoland. There is a huge lego pit and play area for the kids in the lobby. Lego pictures, and sculptures throughout the hotel and in the rooms. Free breakfast buffet, which was our favorite. And the coolest elevator you have ever been in, which was the boys favorite. 

Even the bathrooms were decked out. 

The other fun thing about staying there was the treasure box in the room. 
Every day the cleaning fairy's came and brought a prize for the treasure box.

The boys were as equally excited about finding the prize at the end of our trip as they were at the beginning. 

The park it's self was full of everything lego. Mini land was my favorite. 
Everything in the backround was made out of legos. It was amazing. 

This was the actual set of the non-animated parts of The Lego Movie. It took 4 people 200 hours to build! 

The boys LOVED the 4D movies. It was fun to watch them get excited and try to reach out and grab everything that was coming at us.
There were also two different building rooms in the park full of legos. One was for the little kids and one was for the older kid. 
Lincoln was able to go on every ride. Spencer wasn't tall enough for a lot of the rides. I kinda hoped they would let him on, since he was only about 2 inches short, but they were pretty strict on the hight requirement. There was so much to see in the park, that he didn't seam to mind. 

One of the days we made a trip out to La Jolla beach. The smell was terrible, but there were about 100 sea lions just sitting out on the rocks. 

 We met Will's niece Krysti at the beach and got to meet her new cute baby!

These boys were a handful, but it was worth it.