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Finding Nemo: Ethan’s 2nd Birthday Bash Invitations Make a BIG SPLASH! May 24, 2013

I typically start planning for any party we throw at least 3 months in advance.  There are menu’s to plan, decorations to consider and so much more.  Then Ethan was born and it wasn’t until15 days later we got to bring him home from his arduous stay in the NICU.  That was when I started planning his 1st birthday party because boy oh boy did we have something to celebrate!!!

That was my record – planning a party 10 1/2 months in advance – until now that is…  Granted I’ve truly only been planning Ethan’s Nemo party now for 5 months but my new record is that I’m also already planning his 3rd (Toy Story) and 4th (Cars) birthday parties as well!  I just can’t help it.  It is so exciting to see his eyes light up over the smallest things and it brings me great joy to make his eye’s light up and to fill his world with wonder.

I’ve spent months turning his bedroom and bathroom into a private tropical paradise for our little guy so I just had to pull out all the stops for his invitations too.  Check my splashy invites out – they’ll be swimming to a doorstep near you very soon!

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To make these invitation you’ll need to start by making your husband drink lots of Starbuck Fraps – the bottles are perfect for so many wonderful crafts!

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Add one charming little clown fish AKA Nemo.  I floated Nemo on a clothespin knowing I’d need something tall that would be fairly simple to maneuver through the top of the small glass bottle with just the tips of my fingers.  I covered the clothespin with cardstock using Power Crafty double sided tape.  Using the “flip” feature I was able to print a reverse image of Nemo so that no matter which side of the jar you look in you see him.  I also pinched a small 1 x 2 strip of contact paper in the clasp of the clothespin sticky side down so that the clothes pin would stand somewhat straight and centered in the jar until I was able to fill it with the goodies that would really stabilize it.  For the sandy ocean floor I added Nabisco Honey Maid Graham Cracker crumbs.

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Next add water via M&M’s custom color candies that can be purchased online or in your favorite specialty candy shop like Fuzzywigs.

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Don’t forget to add a few fishy friends so Nemo won’t be lonely in his new home!  These tasty Goldfish crackers are a staple in our home!

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I created a tag that could then hang over two sides of the jar – the sticky sides from where the labels came off.  The front side says:

“It’s o-FISH-al, Ethan’s turning 2…

Join us for a WHALE of a good time in the Big Ol’ Blue!”

I just love this whale stamp from Stampin’ Up!  However, I added Marlin and Dori with black pen and highlighters being freed from the whale much as they were in the movie.  Notice also how the orange cardstock resembles a fish tail coming out from behind the white stamped cardstock.  I made sure the white mat crossed the orange just as a stripe would on a clown fish 🙂

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 The back of the jar features some of the hit lines and characters from the movie…

I also wanted to add an interactive feature so if you notice the orange “fishy tail” sticking out from under the lid you’ll be included to hold it while removing the lid.  There you’ll discover photos we took of Ethan in his room after we filled with two shades of blue balloons and one orange one.  “Find Nemo” we said and he had so much fun!  His photo’s accordian out of the small lid adhered with double sided tape to about 12″ of the sheer orange ribbon anchored by his custom made Nemo stickers.  Stickers and Nemo address stamp are all thanks to one of my favorite websites www.expressionery.com.  The top of the lid is covered by the custom nemo address stamp on orange cardstock with a little bit of blue ribbon wrapped around the side.

I hope you enjoy this idea as much as I have enjoyed creating these!  Now I’m off to finalize the menu, games, prizes and favors!

“Just keep Swimming!”

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26.2: Training South of the Border March 13, 2013

Hola! We’ve been on an incredible journey this last week to Puerto Vallarta and back. It was such a blessing to escape the chilly temperatures of good old Spokane, WA and bask in the glow of the sunshine on a beautiful beach. Not only did we warm up our toes but we rejuvenated our spirits. You just have to get away every so often!

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 We swam with dolphins, saw a mother whale and escort whale teaching a baby whale to breach the waters and even tried to save some darling baby turtles left behind on the beach.  I even read a book – en entire book (can’t remember the last time that happened)!

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We mostly hiked, swam and carried around our 21 month old sun for cross training but I was able to work in some light training jogs on the sandy beaches:

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 But as all goods these do, our trip had to come to an end.  The following day my training run wasn’t quite so warm and wonderful…

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I was so grateful to return home to donations in my mail box and appreciate all the love and support you’ve all provided so far. I’m over half way to my goal and with your continued support I know we can make some miracles happen!

Please consider a donation of any size – every step, every mile and every single dollar helps!

http://pages.teamintraining.org/wa/rnrseatl13/cyurik

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26.2: Making Every Mile Count February 24, 2013

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TAKING 55,334 STEPS IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

Greetings from our happy little home to yours! I hope 2013 is off to an amazing start and this letter finds you and your family happy and well. Our family is doing wonderful. Ethan is a 30lb walking, talking, and football throwing 1½ year old who continues to amaze us daily with his light, laughter and purity of heart. We are truly blessed and it is in evaluating our many blessings that I began to think of those less fortunate. The holidays always bring to light the many ways we can help others through food drives, donations and gifts of service but there just seems to be something more we can always do.

You may remember back in 2006 when I took on the daunting task of training for a full marathon while fundraising for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society with Team in Training. I was looking to get involved in our community and inspired by the recent news of a dear friend who was just diagnosed with Leukemia. Leukemia is a malignancy of the blood-forming tissues – bone marrow, lymph nodes and spleen. It is established that leukemia and other blood cancers will strike over 100,000 Americans this year. Every week 1,155 Americans lose their lives to this disease that is the number one killing disease of children, yet affects 10 times as many adults. The LLS and TNT fund research that has improved the effectiveness of treatment methods and brings us closer to finding the cause and probable cures. Funds raised by the TNT for the LLS have pioneered 6 drugs that are also used in the treatment of breast and ovarian cancer.

In 2006 when I started training my “running resume” boasted only one Bloomsday; but with determination I set out to train day in and day out as my team and I raised awareness and much needed funds to further research and care for patient needs. Fundraising was incredibly fun and rewarding. Training for my first marathon – a little less fun but also rewarding. Running my first marathon – a NIGHTMARE!

For those of you who don’t know the story, here it is in a nutshell:

Seattle had the worst weather they had ever seen in the history of their November marathon. Horrible winds, freezing temperatures, hail storms and unthinkable amounts of rain attacked the pavement and every runner on the 26.2 mile course. My first 12 miles were strong, I felt motivated and confident. David had run the majority of my training runs with me and signed up for the race the day before – my hero! He made it 16 miles before an injury took him off the course and away from my side. I now felt like the only person out there in a sea of cold and gloom. Every step ached, my stride slowed and little did I know hypothermia was slowly setting in. David offered me encouragement over the phone as I trudged forward with a heavy heart. Waves of water crashed down from the overpass above as I neared the downtown area and finish line. Then in a moment of absolute weakness when I thought I really couldn’t go on – my team captain found me practically crawling down the course. It was pointless to stop and be stranded in that cold and she gave me the final shot of encouragement that I needed to press on a few more miles. When I turned that last corner before the final stretch to the finish line there they were, more LLS/TNT trainers, fellow teammates and supporters – cheering me on to the finish line. And at last, I made it, barely… but I MADE IT! The video of me crossing the finish line, frozen, exhausted and confused, is quite comical. It took one hour to get my core body temp back to normal in the first aid tent but I didn’t care. I completed my mission – I ran, hobbled and prayed my way through 26.2 miles in 6 hours, 4 minutes and 37 minutes!

A year later I trained with my father for the Phoenix Rock ‘n Roll marathon – PHOENIX being the operative word there – the weather was superb!!! I fundraised again and trained on my own via a virtual LLS team since there was no local team running that particular race. I ran stronger and more consistent yet was exhausted by mile 20. But there, with my father by my side I crossed the finish line in 5 hours, 51 minutes and 9 seconds!

You might be asking yourself – what was I thinking?? How could I have ever signed up for a second marathon after my experience with the first, let alone a third right??? The answer is simple. There is a need and the need is great. Yes, I push my body to its breaking point on 20 mile training runs, yes I am filled with a special kind of fear no matter where the course is or what the weather is like but I guarantee that the physical and mental toll on me is nothing compared to months of chemotherapy that can break down a patient’s body and spirit. For these patient’s the wear and tear on their body is not optional and anything I can do to see to it that someone has their medicine, necessary travel arrangements to treatment centers and to further research towards a CURE, then I will do it!

Some of you may not know that on November 13, 1995, with very little notice, David lost his father, John Paul David Yurik to a very aggressive form of Leukemia. I run for and in memory of my father in law, Ethan’s late Grandpa John, who we’ll never have the great privilege to me meet. He lost his life far too young to this horrible blood cancer leaving behind his lovely wife Peggy and three beautiful children Tami, David and Paul.

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Today, February 24th, 2013 would have been John’s 64th Birthday, we love and miss him dearly!

I run in hopes of making sure that every child affected with this horrible disease (directly or indirectly) has the resources, care and treatments they need to fight the battle every day until that life altering moment when they cross their finish line and hear those two magnificent little words – “CANCER FREE!”

I run, for those who can’t run for themselves.

This year I also run in honor of my Aunt Elizabeth and dear friend Lynn who are breast cancer survivors and two of the strongest women I know; for my Uncle Tim who is battling prostate cancer; for our honored team-mates Layla Hefter and Jessica Lowery who are battling blood cancer and are an inspiration to us all; and I will also run for and/or in memory of your loved ones too. I will provide you with ribbon to write their name(s) and even decorate (if you like) and I will sew each ribbon to my race singlet and carry your loved ones with me all 26.2 miles.

“I used to run to get where I was going, but I never thought it would take me anywhere.” Forrest Gump

My goal is to raise $3,000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society as well as finish the race in 5 hours or less. I have made a commitment to run this marathon and bring us 26.2 miles closer to providing hope, peace and freedom to those battling blood cancer. Please join me in the fight – your generous contribution and prayers are so desperately needed and will make all the difference in the world to those in need. Your donation is tax deductible and 78% of every dollar raised goes directly to fund research and to patient care, even right here in our very own community.

You can donate here on my fundraising webpage http://pages.teamintraining.org/wa/rnrseatl13/cyurik Please also consider checking with your company to see if they will match your charitable contribution. Every step, every mile and every dollar counts!

 

The Perfect No Bake Cookie – Step by Step July 4, 2012

RED, WHITE and BLUE

and NO BAKE COOKIES

These are the perfect treat for the 4th of July!  These tasty chocolate cookies don’t sport the typical red, white and blue flare that you might expect from a 4th of July snack but I never forget to make these the night before because if frozen – they are ideal to pack in your picnic basket before heading out to the lake, pool or park!  I freeze mine in a Costco size cream cheese container in advance and grab them on our way out the door.  They are delicious frozen and don’t melt  into a puddle of chocolate oatmeal sauce while you play on the water. 

Many of my friends have asked for step by step directions for my No Bake Cookies – Enjoy!

In a medium size saucepan melt 3 tbls cocoa, 2 c sugar, 1/2 c milk and 1/2 c butter.  Stir occasionally until  it reaches a gentle boil.  Boil gently for 1 minute then remove from heat.

Stir for 30 -60 seconds allowing your chocolate mixture to cool slightly

then add 1 tsp vanilla and 1/2 c peanut butter. 

This step is the make or break it step!  Be sure NOT to add the peanut butter while the mixture is to hot.  This is the most common mistake.  If the temperature is too hot, your peanut butter will break down and your cookies will not set up and remain a shiny, gooey mess. 

Stir until the peanut butter is completely combined and your chocolate

mixture is smooth and creamy. 

Add 3 cups Quaker Quick Oats and stir until well combined.

4) Drop by heaping tablespoon on to wax or parchment paper and allow to set for about 30 minutes.  Most often I use a 1″ cookie scoop but sometimes I vary the scoop size for larger cookies all the way to a full size ice cream scoop.  If you use a larger scoop, gently press the top center of the heap with the rounded underside of the scoop to flatten each one as you go.

Ta-da!  The perfect No Bake Cookie!  Ready to eat or freeze. 

They freeze well up to 2 months in an airtight container. 

*Tip from my kitchen to yours:  If you make cookies in the quantity that I do as you’ve seen in previous posts then I recommend you pre-portion your dry ingredients into ziplock baggies.  In my cupboards I keep a 2 gallon ziplock that has 3 sandwich ziplock bags with the 3 c oatmeal in each one and 3 sandwich ziplock bags with the 2 c sugar and 3 tbls cocoa.  All I need to do in a pinch is grab one bag of each and add the milk, butter, vanilla and peanut butter. 

 

A Cookie Monster Bash – Ethan’s First Birthday Party July 2, 2012

I can’t believe our little cookie monster is already a year old!  I’ve been planning his first birthday party for about 9 months now, down to the very last detail!  I’ve been handmaking 3 banners and many signs, embossing every napkin, preparing many batches of cookie doughs, planning and making games and even had Grandpa hard at work on some amazing outdoor activities for the littles.  Aside from not so great weather the party went off without a hitch.  We had over 60 guests and an absolutely amazing photographers who captured every moment. 

Photos were taken by our dear friends Jamie Crone and Gina Sainsbury and we are blessed by their talents.  Not only was I able to host the party and visit with everyone – I didn’t miss a moment because of the 600+ photos that were taken. 

THE INVITATION

 I used a variety of rubber stamps, cricut cartridges, paper punches, and my sewing machine to create the ticket effect as seenonpinterest!  See the 3rd and 4th pictures below…

 

Banners, Decor, Signs and Games

I used my Cricut to cut 12 letters that hung from above the garage.

I hand paperpieced several signs – I love how this banner turned out!

Plus I’m taking it apart to use as accents in our family scrapbook.

A small poster that has baby pictures of David and I for comparison.

I sewed small cookie beanbags for the littles to toss into Cookie Monsters Mouth.  inspiredbypinterest!

My dad this amazing “Cornhole” game that is double sided.  One side is blue and we put laminated cookie monsters that I made out of cardstock on it – the other side is a great terra cotta color for everyday use!

My father made these tire teeter totters for the smaller kiddos – if only we’d had better weather for the kids to be out playing more!  inspiredbypinterest!

This next project took me months (a year actually) but actual months to put together.  I used a picture for each month of Ethan’s first year as the 1, 2, 3 oclock stations on this clock whose hands are adhered at 1:38 (pm) the time Ethan was officially welcomed into this world on June 6 of 2011.  The detail is the border – a picture from every day of the year.  Well just about, for some reason I missed some days in October but it turned out amazing!  This is put together on a peice of left over sheet rock from when David was finishing the interior of our garage.  It’s painted to match our dark walls and will soon be hung on the lighter walls that grace our stairway to the upstairs.

The quote I put in the center of the “clock” is the quote that is engraved on our wedding watches (the gifts we gave to eachother) as well as on Ethan’s first scrapbook layout which details his every moment of his 15 day stay in the NICU.  I love this quote, it is truly timeless.  QUOTEBYHENRYVANDYKE 

I use the Canon IP1700 and it has so many print options for sizes of photos.  Each border picture is only 1/4″ squared in order to fit them all.

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One last sign will be shown at the end of this post…

 

The Buffet is open!

Da-da the grill master manning his post…

 

 

 

Sweet Street – My Dessert Buffet

I bring home milk jugs from work to recycle and one day as I was rinsing one out from Costco I thought – there is something here for the party – these can make great cookie monster cookie “jars!”  It worked great!  The eye’s had to be bolted on after we spraypainted the outside.  We made 3 of these cute jugs.

My party tip for the beverage bar is to make ice cubes of each drink you are serving.  This way your beverage stays cold and when the ice melts your beverage doesn’t get diluted!  I made white milk and chocolate milk cubes, blue raspberry kool-aid cubes and orange sherbet cubes for the monster juice.  It works great and looks fabulous!

 

Click here to see some of my cookiemonster inspiration

 

The Cakes

I made Ethan a small banana cake so we wouldn’t end up with blue carpet.  He wasn’t very interested in it though – too many people and new toys around!

My First birthday cake for my baby!  David had to help work the fondant and Grandma piped the rice crispie cereal head I created to assist due to my terrible hand strength.  The cake turned out so cute!

 

A COOKIE MONSTER FAMILY

When you choose your party theme… commit to it!  I had cookie monster in my,  a neclace, a ring, cookie monster fingernails and toenails, made a shirt for Ethan with a cookie monster patch and found a tee-shirt for dada!  My men are so supportive of their silly momma and what fun we had!  Happy birthday my sweet little Ethan – Next year I’m thinking TOY STORY!

I will link recipes soon for all my tasty creations!  I hope you enjoy them as much as we do!

 

One Year Ago June 6, 2012

Filed under: about me,Birthdays,ethan,faith,family,motherhood — cyurik @ 1:03 am

One year ago at this very time I noticed something in my pregnancy was just a little bit different from what it had been.  I was just over 37 weeks and feeling pretty good, typical third-trimester discomfort aside.  I noticed that the contractions I’d been having for several weeks were getting closer and closer together.  Convinced that this was all in my head I kept it to myself and tried to get some sleep.  After an hour of lower back pain, tossing and turning and many trips to the ladies room I wasn’t going to get much sleep that night.  Oh, how I tried though.  I didn’t want to do the whole “it’s time!” rush off to the hospital with excitement and anticipation only to be sent back home game.  But after another hour of tossing and turning and what seems like 50 more trips to the ladies room I finally shouted to David – “babe, I think we need to call the Dr!” 

We arrived at the hospital at 1 am with contractions 4 minutes apart but dilated to only a 1cm.  They had us hold court in the maternity triage area until I progressed to a 2cm which was slow going.  Labor was mostly in my lower back and the pain medication they gave me didn’t seem to help.  Finally seeing that even though I was progressing so slowly but was in so much pain they allowed me to “check in” to a birthing room without actually being admitted.  The hope was that the jetted bathtub would soothe the back pain.  It definitely helped. 

Poor David was so sweet trying to rub my back, help me breathe – all the tricks we learned in our birthing class but I couldn’t stand any pressure and kept pushing the poor guy away.  I convinced him hit to the couch to try to get some sleep knowing that I was going to need him very soon; he was already running on empty from the long days work and the HUGE tossing and turning wife just hours before in our usually cozy bed.  Finally I was a 2cm after another hour or so and we were officially admitted to the hospital to have our baby.  Our Dr felt confident that we would be welcoming Ethan to the world that day.  I progressed slowly a while more and then before we knew it I was at a 7cm. 

Thank God for epidurals! My lower back pain was unbearable and it made me so much more comfortable.  I was even able to get some rest as I stayed at 7cm for quite some time.  The equipment monitoring Ethan’s stats were pretty noisy and alarming as his heart rate led us to have some concern.  Our Dr checked in on us around 9 am and found that I made it to 8cm.  She then broke my water and said I could expect to meet Ethan before lunch. 

Mom and Dad were on their way from Kalispell and due that early afternoon.  I was so excited that they wouldn’t have to wait for hours while their daughter was in labor and that they could meet their first grandson upon their arrival.  Oy, was I wrong.  Even at 8cm and my water broken labor seem to begin to slow back down.  Ethan’s heart rate continued to give cause for concern so our Dr advised she would like to administer Pitocin to help speed things along.   That is the moment I knew things were not going to go as planned.  Having heard horrible experiences from friends who took the Pitocin path I had some questions.  Our main concern was that the drug could actually cause more distress for Ethan in which case I would be rushed away to an emergency c-section and with my rock at my side.  I asked instead if we could calmly all go right into a c-section that minute and the Dr was pleased with my request.  This way David was with me, there was to be less risk to Ethan (we thought) and I wouldn’t be so scared (that didn’t quite pan out like I thought).

Our amazing Dr gave us 5 minutes to wait for my mom and dad who were pulling off the freeway and heading up the hospital.  Since they were so close I really wanted to see them before going into surgery.  I was nervous and needed their reassurance that I could get the job done and we would all be ok.  Mothers have a way of holding your hand and easing your worry don’t they!  I hope I have that effect on my son I remember thinking.  Dad smiled and hugged me and gave me that fatherly pep talk that only he can give without uttering a single word.  I’d also had my beautiful mother-in-law with us at the hospital that morning which was comforting for me as the one in labor but also because she was there for David which helped me to relax a bit.  She also took a few pictures of us before we left:

We were off to surgery, leaving our family behind us in a blur as we moved forward on God’s good grace.  It would be hours before I would see them again.  The surgical room is so white and there were so many Dr’s, Nurses and the like that the experience seemed to just swirl around me.  It seemed almost like I wasn’t even there.  Completely out of it on the pain meds – GREAT pain meds with so many people talking to us seemingly all once.  David was always by my side, holding my hand and helping to keep us both calm.  They laid me out in the shape of a cross, arms extended from my sides and strapped down.  I warned the staff that they were likely to hear me sing prayers/nursery rhymes when I get scared or nervous and they laughed probably not know how dead serious I was about that. 

Our Dr made the cut and worked very hard to get Ethan out.  I remember the intense shove on my abdomen as they tried to push him out.  It was odd, it didn’t hurt but my whole body felt the force of that “blow” and shortly there after at 1:38 pm, Ethan was born.  I longed to hear the one sound any new mother or father wants to hear when their baby is born, but we didn’t.  “Is he ok?”  “David, can you see anything?”  More medical staff entered the room.  David looked scared which sent a chill through my very core.  Ethan was carried around the left of me when I caught a glimpse of his little purple body.  David I could tell was torn – Dr’s were still pushing and pulling on me, trying to put me back together – his wife who was laying with her belly cut open and exposed – a bloody site for sure; all the while to his left he could hear no baby cries and see a small little creature who was purple and blue.   He was helpless much as our baby was and left to put all of his faith in God that my Dr’s could and would take care of me and that the many Dr’s working on Ethan could and would help Ethan.  One of Ethan’s Dr’s is the head of the NICU and announced they had to ventalate and rush Ethan up to the NICU.  I could see the fear in David’s eyes and could deny my own – I couldn’t go – I was tied down and couldn’t walk if tried.  I had nothing but my faith to go on.  “David, go with Ethan – I’m fine… all these Dr’s are here for me but Ethan needs one of us – go!”  And he was gone.  Ethan had been safe inside my tummy for almost 9 months and I hated that thought of him leaving, one of us had to be with him. 

Let the singing and the praying begin.  It took a lot of work to put me back together and those poor Dr’s and nurses were stuck hearing my singing and praying.  They were so good about it, cheered me on, asked what I was singing and most of all reassured me that the Dr’s would keep me apprised of Ethan’s status as much as possible.  I begged for them to let my father come in.  My husband was gone, Ethan was gone – I was surrounded by people but felt so very alone.  ‘Heavenly father, thank you for the gift that was carrying a child in my tummy these many months.  Please father, watch over him now when I cannot.  Please father don’t take him from us, please…’  ‘I see the moon and the moon see’s me, the moon see’s somebody I wanna see… God bless the moon and God bless me, and God bless the one I love…”  I’d been singing that song to Ethan for months while he was floating around in my belly and praying to God that Ethan could hear me singing it now and know that I wasn’t far away. 

I was then wheeled off to recovery – no one prepares you for recovery.  It took forever!  They wouldn’t wheel me up to see Ethan, I was waiting for updates and getting none – couldn’t feel my legs and was starving and dehydrated.  All of which paled in comparison to the fear I was suppressing about Ethan’s condition.  Finally a light – they let my father come sit with me in recovery and said once I could wiggle my toes they would let me go back to my room and to see Ethan.  Dad sat with me for a long time.  David’s mother, my mother, and several of our closest friends were waiting in the wings anxiously awaiting word just like me. 

At last, Ethan’s Dr came in to report that Ethan was stable, his lungs weren’t quite as ready as my body was to bring him into the world and that they would be keeping a very close eye on him.  He advised me that David requested he come talk to me so that one of us was always with Ethan.  I sent Dad out to make sure our family knew the latest update and asked for visits with mom and friends, one after another.  I didn’t want to be alone – alone was torture under the circumstances. 

Ethan was in the NICU for 15 days.  Welcome to Motherhood!  We were dealt a heavy hand right up front – these scrapbook layouts show the many stages, fears, and triumphs that was our two weeks in the hospital: 

At last, after 15 days and a rollercoaster of emotions – we get to take out baby home.  He is perfect, healthy and a still the picture of perfect health today.  It has been an absolute amazing year.  I cannot imagine life without Ethan and thank God every single day for the blessings he has given us this in our healthy, beautiful, charming and talented baby boy.  He is so smart and I truly believe he was in on God’s plan the whole time.  We are stronger in our marriage, our faith, our love and our family after going through all of this.  These weeks while extremely difficult and trying beyond measure have blessed in so many ways.

 

 

 

I thank you for stopping by to ready my post/blog.  I normally would spend days proofing this but I’m currently planning the birthday bash of the century for my little man and am off to bake 12 dozen cookies – Cookie Monster is coming to town and he LOVES his cookies!!!  So please forgive any grammar/spelling errors.  I simply wanted to share the journey that was the birth of our first child. 

I praise God for his love and kindness and wish my Ethan

the happiest of Birthdays with all my Love!

 

“The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow!” May 23, 2012

Filed under: about me,family,friendships,motherhood,theatre — cyurik @ 1:27 pm
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Last night was The Ministry Institute’s benefit performance Annie at the CivicTheatre and it was just amazing!  The lead stole the show with her charming smile, phenomenal voice and sparkling personality.  I just wanted to scoop her up and take her home with me.  Instead, I settled for the her darling autograph and even a photo opp. 

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I just love the theatre – it amazes me – all the work that goes into a show, the casting, the rehearsals, the set changes, the music and it’s all live right before your very eyes!  My dear friend Andrea was Ms Grace and the clarity, purity and pure joy of her voice is unmatched by any other.  Thanks to Andrea for her amazing talent that we all delight in! 

It was so fun to get out for some mother/daughter/girlfriend time although I really missed putting Ethan to bed for the first time ever.  What fun we had this morning when he woke – that blog is coming!