Elliot Emily Life


Just lights up my life.
Look at his little arms and legs. You forget about how they have to so gradually learn to work their appendages. You forget how darling they look in just a onsie. You forget how their breath smells like milk. You forget how much your heart just grows by leaps and bounds. You forget how their little eyes just make your heart melt. You forget how much you hate to use those silly blue blooper things to get boggies out of their noses. You forget how pure and peaceful they look, even when they are so little. You forget how your nearly have a heart attack when you wake up in the middle of the night, and realize they’ve slept longer than usual, and you begin to worry if they are alright, and race to their crib. And they are a-okay.

You just forget. And when you remember, you want them to stay itty-bitty for forever. BUT IT JUST DOESN’T HAPPEN.

Elliot Emily Life Topher Truman Tucker

Now Open for Business

The Treehouse, Sandbox
and Swings in our backyard.
The upper and
The lower one.

I think one word sums it up for the whole family: Hallelujah.

Elliot Life Topher

If you were to come by our home tonight…

you’d probably see this.
An adoring Father, who loves his little boys.

A man who can’t put his babies down, even when he has things that have to get done on the computer.

He claims it’s because he hasn’t seen them all day long, but truth be told, even when he’s been with them all day on Saturdays, he still loves to read to them at night, or gently cradle them to sleep.


My children are lucky to have someone who cherishes and loves them each so much.

Elliot Emily Truman Tucker

Playing Dress-ups

I love dressing my sweet Elliot.

I sometimes feel like a little girl, dressing my cabbage patch dolls (of course, when I was a little girl, I always dressing my dolls in pink, dresses full of ruffles)…

Truman and Tucker love to dress themselves, and express their personalities in their outfits. Case and point, Trumans outfit last week, that he insisted on wearing to school, camo pants, and brown plaid pants and a yellow shirt. I love that they are still untouched by the need to conform to what society says is the style…

Where as Elliot doesn’t care what I pull out of the closet (unlike the other two) , and I get to dress him a couple times a day (thanks to spit ups, and messy diapers, and etc.) And I am a sucker for sweaters…there is nothing cuter than a baby in a fluffy warm sweater, especially my little Elliot.




I’m going to enjoy dressing this sweet little one while I can, ’cause pretty soon, stylish outfits like this one, are going to be coming his way…

Elliot Truman Tucker


Do you think it is genetic that my boys all like to smile with their mouths open?

Elliot Emily Life Truman Tucker

Great Grandparents…

I have many memories from my childhood of my great grandparents.

One of my great grandmothers had an oxygen tank named Charile,that when tipped over made a funny steamboat type whistle noise. And honestly, with little kids running around it was always getting knocked over. And when it did inevitably happen, I remember thinking, that the tank was such an important piece of equiptment she is going to be angry. But she wasn’t, She’d just say, ‘there goes Charlie’, and just laugh.

I had another great grandparent, this one a great grandpa, who watched MacGyver with us, telling us his own MacGyver stories from his life as a detective, He also shared his tennis ball collection. Which as a kid, was a pretty awesome thing.

What I am trying to say is Great Grandparents get life and life with little children. They have lived it, have so much wisdom, and are just what their name states: GREAT.

A few weeks ago, we finally made it up to SLC, and Elliot got to meet some of his Great Grandparents, the Great Greenes. I’m so grateful my boys have great grandparents who love them. Love is a powerful thing.

My grandparents hold a special piece of my heart. As a child, grandparents can do no wrong. I still feel that way. They give us their love, and love my children. Even when they are crazy. They’ve seen me grow and change, loved me in my good times and bad times. And now they extend this love towards my children too.
I wonder what memories my children will carry with them about their Great Grandparents…I don’t know exactly what it will be, but I am sure that one thing they will know, is that they are loved.

It was a great thing to see the Great Greene’s and to introduce Elliot to them. We love you Grandpa and Nancy! Thanks for letting us come and see you!

Elliot Emily Life Topher Truman Tucker

A new routine…

Well, it’s finally happening, I am starting to feel like we are settling into life with three children.
We have begun to walk Tucker to school again, (Elliot strapped comfortably in my baby bjorn) Truman running behind Tucker,
And driving to and from Trumans preschool twice a week has become an easier task, with Elliot strapped in his car seat right next to Truman,
Laundry doesn’t seem to be piled quite so high, and meals are appearing on the table, most nights, at a timely manner. Not every single room in the house is dirty at the same time, and this little guys feeding schedule has begun to be regulated.
Hurray for a new normal.

Elliot Emily Life Topher Truman Tucker

Can’t get here soon enough…

The boys are getting a little bit of ‘Cabin Fever’. With the RSV virus raging around us, we’re trying to keep on ‘hunkering down’ around our house. In some ways spring can’t get here soon enough, as I am looking forward to extending our play area outside. But for now, we’re trying to keep ourselves busy indoors.

Tucker’s still making Sock Monkeys,
Toph has recently rekindled his love of sketching,
Truman always loves puzzles and has begun trying his hand as stringing wooden beads,
Baking treats that don’t contain chocolate (as Elliot doesn’t tolerate that very well, and sweets are my weakness…)
Building houses for our guys,
Garages for our cars,
And villages, just for the sake of building,
(we love Jenga blocks for building, by the way!)
Workbooks are always a favorite, especially for Truman,
And it’s fun to watch your children do quirky things, Truman loves to eat his valentines candy like this, stacking and organizing them first…
And sweet Elliot has mastered focusing on things, and following them as they move. He found new friends on his swing: fishies and a lion,

As much fun as we’re having, I am anxious to bask in the sun of spring, get my hands in the dirt and garden, and rake up the leaves that have yet to find their way to garbage bags, and let my children ‘run and roam free’ in our yard. But until then, we’ll find more fun things to do.

Elliot Emily Life Topher Truman Tucker

2 Wonderful Months

“Time doth softly, sweetly glide, when there’s love at home.”


It’s been over two wonderful months since Elliot arrival. He’s brought so much love to our home.

Elliot Emily Life Topher

Elliots Birth Story…

I wanted to record, so I could remember, the details of Elliots Birth.

The morning he was born, we were quite shocked to learn that he was coming, you see, we were not expecting him for another 3 weeks. His due date was January 25th.

Before his birth, we had had quite a busy few days. We celebrated the Christmas Season, Tuckers Birthday and Tuckers Birthday Party. We were all worn out from the busy-ness that had occurred. So a few days before he was born, I had been feeling pretty tired, and had been experiencing contractions. Which didn’t seem abnormal, considering how busy we were, and how much we were doing. The night before his birth,we went as a family to the store, and I had purchased the food to make freezer meals, we got home, put away the groceries, put the boys to bed, and I was so tired, and uncomfortable, I soaked in the tub to ease the pain, and then went to bed early. The next morning around 6:00 AM, I was awakened when my water broke. I was shocked, sat up, and woke up Christopher, saying, I think my water just broke. To which Christopher responded, are you sure? I wasn’t positive at first, (as we still had planned on doing so many things and almost a month to do it!), but shortly thereafter the strong contractions started, and I was positive Elliot was on his way!

I called the Doctor, who told us to come to the hospital (I’d never had my boys this early before, so I was feeling a little nervous). I then called my parents who started their journey from SLC, they too were a little shocked, and I think I will always remember the sound of my mom’s voice as I told her the news. While I was doing this Christopher ran around the house packing our hospital bag. Then I called our sweet neighbor to come over to watch the boys until my parents could get here. She was so willing, and for that, I will be always grateful.

We arrived at the hospital, and got checked in, then admitted. At this point I was anticipating my labor to be similar to what was experienced with the previous two. Which was Short. So when I was asked if I wanted an Epidural, I declined, thinking my Labor would be the same as my previous two experiences. It soon became apparent that this time, my water broke which put me into labor INSTEAD of being in labor which broke my water, which presents a different labor experience.

We went to our labor and delivery room, where Christopher began to make a flurry of phone calls to family, and then to friends whom we had plans with that evening, and then a little later to his work, other church members to take over his church responsibilities, and the Relief Society President to take over the Enrichment Programs that had been planned for later that week. After those minor details were in place, we began to walk the halls, to encourage labor, again with my previous two, they were born a few short hours after my water broke. I was grateful for this extra time, to begin to wrap my mind around the upcoming arrival of our sweet Elliot. As mentioned I had intentions of preparing for his arrival both mentally and physically, over the next few weeks, so as we walked the halls of the hospital I was grateful for this extra time I had been given to prepare myself mentally for his arrival.

Christopher and I walked the halls together, for quite sometime, there was such an adrenaline rush pacing those halls, knowing that so soon we would be meeting the newest member of our family and trying to narrow down our long list of names to find the perfect one. We finally decided upon Elliot Christopher, and the timing was perfect, as we returned to the room, and the contractions became more frequent and harder.

The labor and delivery nurse called the doctor on call, as well as the 2 pediatric nurses, and the pediatric respiratory therapist, the extra people were there because of his early arrival. I remember thinking, there are alot of people here, but not really caring. Soon our little boy would be here.

At this point in the delivery process, I always begin to doubt my choice to have a natural child birth. And Christopher always says to me, ‘I am so proud of you Emily, you’re doing such a good job’ (to which I always think, he’s never given birth, how would he know that I am doing a good job?), but then always feeling grateful he is there by my side. Christopher is a tremendously supportive man, and he has been able to be there with all three children through the entire process, and I know it would have been different experience had he not been there.

Soon I was ready to push, and after about 30 minutes of pushing, Elliot made his appearance.

Blue faced and screaming. An image I will never forget.

We were soon reassured the blue face was not from lack of oxygen but from bruising. After a through look over, he was pronounced a healthy little boy.

A blessed day full of many miracles.