We had a great time at Grandma's house in Logandale (Refer to her blog page for....well, those updated photos I was just talking about). She rolled out her usual red carpet for us immediately upon arrival. She fed us rice pudding and roll n' doughs, taught Belle how to dig in the flower beds (not sure how I feel about that now), she bathed my kids, fed them more rice pudding, and then she just sat and rocked little Liv. We Johnson's may have been the only ones who sat outside and truly enjoyed a yard bigger than 1/3 acre and one fresh out of retaining rock walls! I forgot how big our yards were as kids, and Isabelle wonders how I could have been so cruely withholding from her all the secrets only a small town has to share. She saw frogs and cows and sheep and camels (she told me that but I think she may have been stretching the truth a bit), she fed carrots to any animal willing to take them, she and Connor played under the fig tree in the "magical tree house," and well....mostly ate lots and lots of rice pudding. At nights, she and Grandma Nan (her very own pet name for Grandma Marijeanne) had sleepovers in the 5th wheel and then it was wake up, eat rice pudding, and do it all over again.The Grandma's (Nan and Clark) kept the kids while Michael and I had our first official date since......um.....?......well........back somewhere in my subconsciousness I vaguely remember a time when we traveled to Spain and Italy and Costa Rica.....?...was there ever a time.....?.....yeah, it's all a distant memory. So anyway, I left the kids with the Grandmas and drove to Vegas to meet Michael and get some dental work done. After David so lovingly fixed my tooth (which is much better by the way, David. Thanks!), Michael and I went to the Venetian and watched Phantom, we went to dinner and then enjoyed the first date in......a long time. We slept in which was a DREAM! And then we went back to Logandale to get the girls and make the exodus back to Salt Lake. It was a great week. And since we have been home, the request has been to make rice pudding with constant reminder that I don't make it like Grandma does. I just explain to Belle that someday I will get a pressure cooker and then we will be in business. All day today we dug in our planters (again, not sure how I feel about that little tid-bit she picked up in Logandale), but with her "help" we managed to get about 200 bulbs in our seriousely neglected yard. Isabelle and I got so much done and we loved it. Now if I can just channel her digging up flowers into digging with purpose. Overall it was an awesome day. Which brings me to another topic.I have been reading everyone's posts for the last year and I can't explain to you all what it feels like to read your thoughts and feel your love and support. While out in the yard today I couldn't help but feel like a caged animal who has finally been given freedom. Michael came out and about fell over when he saw how productive I was and how happy it was making me. I think he has forgotten just how much fun I have when I am not pregnant. It is AWESOME feeling the sun on my back and not because I am bent over, throwing up in my neighbor's yard on the way down the street to get the mail. Olivia just sat and bounced in her jumper which is also another story of survival as you all wrote about. She just turned 6 months this week and her doctor has given her a stamp of good health. Everyone in his office as well as the professionals at Primary's are just amazed at her complete recovery with no symptoms secondary to anoxia. I didn't do much last year through that pregnancy which rocked my world, nor did I do much through Olivia's illness. I didn't read the blog, I didn't call anyone, I didn't leave my house for fear she would get sick again. But now tonight, reading all of your comments and postings to one another has reminded me that you were all right there with me and I feel so grateful for you all. Thank you for your prayers and support through such a difficult time. Thank you to whoever you are who kept everyone else updated with the Johnson drama. Thank you all for taking care of Isabelle because I literally could not. And thanks so much for the things you all did, big and small, to let me know I have a family who loves me and who would help me get through it all. I can't even begin to say in words how awesome it is to say THAT WAS SO LAST YEAR! (sorry Mari).