The Terminal

 The above picture makes it look like Garret was spending a day in the wonderful world of Disney. But alas, he was not. This picture was taken in the Orlando Airport where we lived for 2 FULL days.

  Tuesday March 26 we were suppose to fly back from Florida where we had spent a wonderful week with family and where we were able to see my friend, my old roommate, Ace's sister and my dear friend marry a wonderful man in the Orlando Temple for time and all eternity. It really was a wonderful trip but when we missed our flight that Tuesday it led us to a series of unfortunate events.
1. Missing our flight made it so we couldn't fly back into Durango until Thursday
2. Missing our flight was stressful for not only our little family but for parents and siblings on both sides.
3. Missing our flight made it so that when our dogs escaped while we were gone we  were unable to go look for them. When they were found they ended up costing a pretty penny to get them removed from the humane society.
4.Missing our flight was EXPENSIVE for our little family and for our parents who lovingly helped share the financial burden.
5.Missing our flight made a WONDERFUL trip feel so far away. We definitely got home feeling like we needed a vacation.

  The list could go on and on but really there were quite a few blessing as well. For example, this particular airport had a hotel in it. We were able to stay right in the airport and were able to sleep in beds instead of on the hard airport floor or chairs. And this particular hotel in this particular airport had a swimming pool so we were better able to entertain Garret with something more then the moving walk-way and escalators. Our families were a great help and great support. We had phone calls, financial help and upon our return we received dinner and continued phone calls. We were definitely bummed about the missed flight but we were reminded that we are blessed beyond measure by loving family on both sides, and this gift is priceless.







Reid's Blessing Day

Dear Reid,

March 3, 2013 was a great day for our little family. On this day Daddy was able to hold you in front of family, friends and our wonderful ward family and give you a beautiful blessing. He blessed you to live a life of service and to always remember your divine worth. I hope and pray that you will always remember who you are because if you do, you will be an unstoppable force for good. I love you so much and want you to know you are loved by not only Daddy, Garret and me but also by so many others -- and a few of those others made a special effort to be their on your beautiful blessing day. Always remember who you are, sweet boy.

 A few of the BECK CLAN

 A few of the STRYKER CLAN

 Blessed with goodly parents


Love, 
Mom

Weekend in the Lone Star State

In February Ace had a long weekend so what did we decide to do? Take a road trip. Reid was only three weeks old and already out to see the world. We really enjoy spending time with the Burchams so we thought it would be worth it to take a 9 hr car trip to see their bright happy faces. It was a beautiful and lazy weekend.

I love the Burchams yard.


Sara, Reid and I were there too but apparently I didn't get any pictures of us three.

Some things we discovered on this trip are that we still really like the Burchams (even after our long drive there and back), Reid does not appreciate when I eat large amounts of chocolate, and Texas highway patrol officers can be very nice when you speed and break other of their highway laws.

Wanna Be Like You!

I can't wait until Garret and Reid can play together. Im so excited to see how these two interact. Right now it is pretty much Garret kissin' on Reid and yelling out "Mama Reid sad" whenever he hears Reid crying. Im excited for Reid to want to do everything Garret is doing. Oddly enough that does happen right now but in reverse. Garret wants to be like Reid and does everything Reid does. 

Garret loves when we pretend he is baby Reid. We hold him and rock him and kiss on him and he just laughs and laughs.

Reid does a lot of this and so Garret wants to do just that too; but of course he really doesn't sleep, he just pretends.


   
















Reid bathes in the sink so Garret wants to do just that. The other day he climbed onto the counter, removed his pants and his diaper and climbed in the sink. All he needed me to do was fill the sink with water. 



Oh and Garret wants to be just like dad too. He is always fixing things like his dad, he plays the guitar like his dad (or at least tries) and he likes to have his hair cut at home, just like his dad. 
  -before and after of his new cut- 




One Week Old

Happy Birthday Reid! 

The little guy is one week old today! Crazy, one week and I haven't even reached my "due date" yet. It is hard to think that I could technically still be pregnant. Im grateful he is here but still have to stop and realize this  is not a dream. It just all came so suddenly. 

For those of you interested here is the story of Reid William Stryker.

I was one week and 2 days away from my due date and was certain I was going to be late because my body was doing absolutely nothing to prepare for labor. I mean it was growing, but besides that it was pretty uneventful. Friday night I went to a high school basketball game and chased Garret up and down the bleachers. I kept telling everyone who asked I was about a week from my due date and even that seemed weird to me. One week....it seemed to come so soon. Well it was coming even sooner than that. How funny to think back and see that I'd actually have a baby less than 24hrs from that point.

Saturday morning I woke up around 2am with slight contractions....aka cramps. I only knew it to be contractions because it felt exactly how it did with Garret, except less pain in my back. It was uncomfortable enough that I had a hard time sleeping but not so much that I felt like this could be it. I tried to pass the time trying to sleep or puttering around downstairs. I didn't wake Ace this time because I was worried that if this was still days away we both didn't need to be sleep deprived and trying to deal with a toddler. But he was up at 6 am and started timing my contractions. Again nothing to write home about or even call the hospital BUT I had started leaking something and that had me a little concerned. I tested positive for Strep B this time around and so every new thing with this pregnancy made me a little nervous because I didn't really understand what Strep B meant. 

I was grateful I had a doctors appointment at 8 that morning so that I could get checked and get a few questions answered. So Ace, Garret and I loaded up in the car and rushed out into a winter snow rain storm. We pulled into the OBGYN parking lot and it was empty. No one was there. The door was locked the lights were off...nothing. I was so frustrated. So what do I do to show happiness, sadness, fear, anger and every other emotion? I cry! And I did just that. I didn't want to go upstairs to the birthing center because I was worried they would see my wimpy contractions, tell me that the leak was from my weak bladder, send me home and then later talk about "those" pregnant ladies who always think they are in labor. FINALLY, after about an hour, Ace and my mom convinced me to call the birthing center and explain the situation. The conversation went something like this:
Me: "Hi my name is Lacy. I came in for a dr appt this morning but apparently four corners isn't open on Saturdays. Im just downstairs I am having contractions but about 6 or 7 minutes apart and...."
Laura(on the other end): "If you think you are in labor you should just come up and get checked."
Me: "Ok thanks."
As soon as I got off the phone I started crying. I told my mom and Ace the girl on the other line was snotty. I was emotional and frustrated with EVERYONE!

So Ace, Garret and I went up stairs to find out that yes I was having mild contractions and the leak was actually that my water had broken and was just leaking slowly. They said I need to have this baby in the next 24 hours so they were admitting me. At that point we called my dad to come get Garret. This was probably the closest that I will ever want to be to having an at home birth. Garret was bouncing every where and poor Ace was trying to bounce back and forth between a wife in labor and a toddler exploring all the buttons of a delivery room. 

I was lucky enough to have my mom and Ace at my side the entire time. My mom was overstaffed at work but they would be getting another patient at 4pm so they need someone to clock out from noon to 4 so my mom did just that, and in that time we were all able to meet Reid. My mom and Ace were a great team. My nurse Jen kept talking about how great they both were, and they really were. My mom kept me focused and Ace made me feel like super woman. He looked at me with such amazement and told me loved me over and over. It really was the best of both worlds. But all that frustration from the morning and I guess days and weeks before crept in and that last part of my labor I just kept saying, "Im so mad. Im just so angry!" And I was. I told my mom I was done and I wanted to "burn the place down." I'd say "I hate this. I can't do it anymore." Ace would respond with "Im sorry. You are doing so good. I love you so much." And my mom would respond with, "You are done with that one. So take a deep breath. Relax and get ready for the next one." With Garret my contractions were always one on top of the other and even when I had a little break there was always pain in my back that kept me alert. But with Reid there were seconds, minutes of total peace and comfort. You'd think this would be nice, but I'd doze off and have the rudest awakening of my life as I went from 0 pain to extreme pain in a split second. But all that pain led to one giant push and Reid was here. 

He had the sweetest clearest cry. I cried, kissed Ace, told my mom I loved her, thanked everyone for their help, and apologized for my anger. These moments right after delivery are the sweetest most spiritual moments of my life. Im so grateful for these experiences. 

Reid William Stryker- 7lbs and 19 3/4 inches= A little bit of perfection.
 Reid with his handsome Daddy

Reid already getting kisses from his Mama.


 Reid with Dr. Kim Priebe. She was amazing!

 Reid with Grammy and the worlds best mom.

Reid's first bath was one of mixed emotions but Ace said he had two favorite parts: sitting in the bowl of nice warm water and getting his head washed. 

 Sad to have his hair washing experience complete.

 Clean and comfy


 Reid with the worlds best big brother.

My awesome life!

 We love Reid!

 My life just got really interesting.

 Ready to head home

 Our favorite nurse, Jen


 Life at home has been great. Reid is very trusting. Garret bounces all around him and tosses toys left and right but Reid just keeps sleeping on.

 We had a hard time convincing Garret not to climb in the bassinet with Reid.

  Looks like trouble

 Both my boys were big time sleepers. Reid graces us with his presence for maybe two or three hours the entire day. He is a bit more social at night but we are trying to convince him that parties are WAY better during the morning hours.

Both Garret and Reid were a little too tan for their own good so what does the doctor order for this problem....a little sunbathing, go figure.



 Since I was Strep B positive Reid had to have his first doctors appointment less than 24 hours after being home but he is a healthy baby boy.

A few similarities between baby Garret and baby Reid:
-Both boys literally slept the day away. 
-Both boys were born with a full head of hair.
-Both babies brought in a storm. Garret brought a winter storm with him and Reid brought in a January rainstorm. It rained for 24 hrs straight.
-Both babies were a bit jaundice, hence all the sunbathing.
-Both had really easy going temperaments. There are tears if we get too hungry or at diaper changing time but other than that we usually only hear squeals and squeaks.

A few differences between baby Garret and Baby Reid:
-Garret was born with dark brown hair and Reid was born with blond hair. Reid's hair looks darker to me already than it did right after he was born.
-Baby Garret peed on us maybe 3 times in all his diaper changes and because of this we never learned how to change diapers quickly. Thus, Reid pees on us daily.

Happy 1 Week of Life Reid!

No thank you!


Garret wasn't happy about dad's attempts to get a good video of him. He used to just yell "no!" but obviously his approach has softened a bit with age.