2.11.2020

Madera Canyon- Our Happy Place

When we moved to Arizona, I had no idea how great our little town would be. We live 30 minutes from this super fun place called Madera Canyon. It is so great to explore and let our kids be kids. They love that sort of thing, but haven't had much chance to explore until we moved here. They climb rocks, walls, waterfalls, and splash in super cold mountain water. It is our happy place. There is no better place to be than outside and we are so grateful we live in a place where we can just be outside!

It was chilly, so James asked the kids to be careful and not get wet. I literally laughed out loud because I knew better. Deklan ended up soaked from head to toe, but at least he was happy about it. Brynlee...not so happy. Brielle didn't mind. I bought all the kids water shoes last year for our trips to Madera and I think this last trip may have finally convinced them to bring those shoes next time. What? You mean sometimes mom is right? Shocker! Koda and I were there too, but I had him and the camera strapped to the front of me the whole time, so you'll just have to picture our excited faces ;)















Best part about putting your kids in overalls? Instant handle for easy lifting. She actually loved this and kept asking him to carry her like this!




So remember how I said we love this sort of thing? Well, last summer we visited James' sister and she asked us what our kids would want to do. We said, "Well, we want to go hiking. Our kids love it." The whole hike Brynlee and Deklan screamed and cried and said how much they hated it and wanted to go home. She was laughing and said, "Soo....they love this sort of thing, huh?" I was like, "Well, they USUALLY like it." But after our trips to Madera and other places, I'm beginning to think that love is conditional for some of them.. And yet, even if we leave in tears, they are begging to go back.
Pictures of Brynlee screaming are becoming some of my favorite kinds of pictures. It's just so Brynlee. lol




Go on adventures and explore!
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2.06.2020

My Experience With a Miscarriage

This beautiful water painting was given to me from a sweet friend and helped me begin to heal after this.
The book was a gift from my dear sister who knew my heartache.
You know how common it is. You know you're not the only one who experiences it. You know it's not your fault. And yet, somehow, when it happens to you, you feel lonely and responsible and it's so personal. Brynlee was two years old. We weren't trying to get pregnant, but we were pretty sure we wanted at least one more baby. It was the biggest shocker of all my pregnancies when I found out I was pregnant. I told a friend that I just hadn't been feeling well. She asked if I was pregnant, because any time a young mom tells you she doesn't feel well, people always assume that's why. I laughed and said no, but then I started thinking, "wait, maybe..." I took a test and was like, "whelp, that explains it!" Pregnant with baby number 5.

For some reason, James always asks me if I think I'm going to miscarry. This time was no different, but he tells me later that he actually had a feeling this time. We did a scavenger hunt reveal for the kids to tell them we were gonna have another baby. It was so exciting. I went in at about 8 weeks for my first check up, saw the baby, heard the heartbeat, and began falling in love.

Though there were many times in those 5 weeks after hearing that heartbeat that I worried and prayed. We have a very difficult child who struggles with some pretty intense aggression and anger and I seriously had to (and still have to) fight with him almost daily. Sometimes the fights are using all of my physical strength to restrain him from breaking something or hurting himself or someone else. There were many nights that I'd be in hysterical tears praying to God that I didn't know if I could handle another baby and especially praying that He would not send me another difficult kid like this one. I actually even remember saying, "if there is anything wrong with this baby, I can't handle it. I'm not ready. I'm not strong enough."That's what made this upcoming news hurt a little more...

I felt my usual first trimester sickness. My mother in law even came to visit for a few weeks to help me out. A couple of days before she left, I had another routine ultrasound scheduled. I went alone while James stayed home with his mom and the other kids. The technician never turned the monitor on in front of me, but I kept turning to see hers. It looked a little different to me, but there was a baby, so I didn't really think anything until she turned it all off and told me to head upstairs to wait for my OB. That was way too fast and she didn't even print any pictures. I picked up my stuff and turned to her and said, "Is something wrong?" She just tilted her head and tightened her lips. I said, "There's no heartbeat... is there?" She just shook her head to say no.

My heart sank. Through tears I said, "I've had 4 healthy babies, I don't even know how to react to this." She actually seemed a little upset that she had to talk with me about this, so I no longer felt safe with my emotions. She told me to wait in that room and that she'd be right back. I texted James because I knew I wouldn't be able to speak. The technician came back in and said she'd take me upstairs the back way and bring me right to a room with my OB so I didn't have to wait in the waiting room sobbing. I was grateful for that.

My OB said the usual, "These things happen. There was probably something wrong in the development, etc, etc." All I said is, "how do I get this baby out? I can't stand the thought of something dead inside of me." I was really just so confused. She sent me downstairs to the hospital scheduling where I then sat in the waiting room for like an hour sobbing and processing.

The next morning I went in for a D&C. And just like that, it was all over with nothing but a few gained pounds to show for it. It was just sad. I felt empty and so guilty. I felt responsible for this. I felt like, "Oh my gosh, I almost even prayed for this to happen those nights after battles with my kid. This happened because God agrees with me that I am unfit to be a mother and I can't handle another."

It was really difficult for me to understand that this was not my fault and that even if Heavenly Father heard my prayers, it did not mean I wasn't a good mom or that I didn't deserve that baby. It took me awhile to recognize that it might have been a blessing and not a punishment that I was given more time to figure things out, more time to wrap my head around the idea of another baby and more time to prepare myself to be the mother the next baby needed me to be.

It was a learning experience that was so incredibly difficult, but one I'm also grateful for. It taught me life is precious and fragile. It taught me compassion for other couples who go through something like that, so that I could understand a little more of their pain. It reminded me not only my beliefs about God in this life, but of our pre-existence and our life after death. It reminded me that trials make us stronger and closer to our Savior and also grants us a greater capacity to bear one another's burdens.

Everyone who has experienced a miscarriage has had a different experience. Some feel intense sadness, others might feel relief. Some don't even feel anything. But what I had to figure out is that it was not a punishment. It was not because I was unworthy or unfit or unloved. It was an experience that made me have a greater appreciation for the two little babies that would come to me after this. I don't no why this happened to me, or happens to anyone else, sometimes many many times, but I do know that our Savior, Jesus Christ, suffered for this pain. He felt the weight of each tear I cried, so that He would be there to lift me up and help me through it. Sometimes we go through trials to come closer to Him so we can learn that we are not alone and we are loved.

1.30.2020

The Names of My Kiddos

I often get asked where my kids names come from and since we put a lot of thought into finding names with good meanings, I really should have a record of it somewhere, so here it is.

When we were pregnant with our first baby, we could not agree on a name. I feel like I threw about 5 names a day at James and he denied them all. Then he'd come up with one or two each pregnancy and I'd shut those down. I wanted something unique and James wanted something with a good meaning. That combination is tricky.

EZRA JAMES
By the time Ezra was born, we were down to two names. We put it on the board in our hospital room and we asked everyone to vote on a name when they came to visit. The other name got the majority vote by far, so we went with Ezra 😆Ezra's name fits him so well. Probably the best of all our kids because of its' meaning. Ezra means "helper". Before he could even understand what that word meant, we could tell he was an amazing helper. All his teachers comment on what a great helper he is. If I was gonna have a boy as my oldest, he was the perfect one. His middle name is James after his dad. His nicknames are Ez, Ezzy and Ezzy Bez.

MAKAI NEIL
Makai's name is my favorite of all our kids names. His name is a variant of Michael which means, Who resembles God?/Gift from God. James wasn't so sure about this name, but I fought for it and I'm glad I did. It's perfect for Makai. I originally thought we'd end up calling him Kai (which I loved), but it hasn't ever stuck. We usually call him Mak and I sometimes call him Duke, but Makai is what he goes by most often. Best results for a response are if his name is said in a stern, inflective way with the addition of his middle name. lol. His middle name is Neil after my Dad's middle name. He looked a lot like my dad as a baby, so it was a good fit.

DEKLAN STEELE
Deklan was the trickiest of our kids to name. He was 3 days old before we had a name. I had him in a birthing center and went home 2 hours after delivery, so they said to just call them when we had a name for the papers. They finally called me 3 days later and said, "We need a name to submit this paperwork." I was like, "I know, I'm so sorry, give me an hour and I'll call right back." I took that full hour. lol. We called him Kaleb for a day and then spent the rest of the time trying out other names that didn't fit. Then my mom suggested Deklan. When we looked up the meaning, James was sold. Deklan means "man of prayer, full of goodness". I love that this is Deklan's name meaning. Not only have I noticed that he has often turned to prayer for help as his first thought, but Deklan is also a really difficult kid with a lot of anger and aggression and the meaning of his name helps me to think and remind myself that he is also so full of goodness. His middle name is Steele, which is a family name on the Tressler side, and also fits him incredibly well. His nickname is Deko or Dekle Bug

BRYNLEE KAY
Brynlee was our first kid to be named before birth. One of the nurses that I saw almost weekly had a little girl named Brynlee and I absolutely loved it. Her name is a little more complicated as far as the meaning goes. When I first looked up the meaning, I found "virtuous, princess". Obviously we were sold with this meaning and gave her this name. However, I have never been able to find that meaning again. I'm sticking with the hope that it actually does mean virtuous, princess somewhere in the world. I have also found the name being from English decent meaning "gift from God, happiness". I'll take that too. Even though she's a stinker and the biggest little sass bucket, she really is a gift from God; especially as a baby (she was a dream baby in all aspects!). Brynlee's middle name is Kay after me. Her nicknames are Bryn, Brynsie Kins, Kinsie, and Bryn Kay.

BRIELLE ADELINE
About a year after I had Brynlee, I had a feeling that we would have another baby girl and that her name would be Adeline. However, by the time I got pregnant with Brielle, Adeline didn't feel right as a first name, so we ended up choosing it as a middle name for her. Adeline means noble, so we hope that this will help her to always think of her divine nature as a daughter of a Heavenly King. She's the only one of our kiddos who doesn't have a family name for a middle name. The meaning of the name Brielle is "God is my strength". This seemed like a beautiful and perfect name, especially for our "Rainbow Baby". We also had Brielle's name picked out before she was born. Her nicknames are Brie, Brie Brie, Briellie, Punkin and Trouble.

KODA JAY
Last, but not least is Koda. This name was one that kind of came to me. I was so sure we were going to be having a girl. I had created this whole vision of our family with another little baby girl, so when they told me it was a boy, I felt a little disconnected. I searched desperately for a name for the baby, so that I could start to picture him and change that final family image in my mind. One day I was in the shower and suddenly thought of the name Koda. I actually thought I made it up, but when I looked it up, I was so excited to see it was a real word and had a fantastically perfect meaning. Coda is a musical term which means, "beautiful finish that brings the whole piece to an end." Hello! Final baby! Loved it. Kota also means happiness and good fortune in Japanese. We combined these and spelled it Koda. The name Koda is also a Native American name meaning "friend", so I loved that too. I did kind of have to fight for this one, but I'm glad I won. His middle name is Jay after my brother Jason who goes by Jay. My brother is an incredible man, and I am so proud of him. Koda's nicknames are Doda and baby Yoda.

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Yes, I like different names, but if you think about it, all names are kind of weird when you first hear them and then they grow on you and it just works. I still have a couple of names on the back burner, but they are really more out there and I might have to save them either for a pet or if I'm ever blessed with a cute little black baby! lol.

1.28.2020

Kevin


It has been two months since Kevin died on Thanksgiving day. I still have the voicemail my mom left me. All that was clear was the panic in her tone. I didn't answer her call or listen to the voicemail right away. It was early here and I was in a room with sleeping babies. I texted her that I would call her back when they got up. I thought she was just calling to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. She texted me back with the reality of the nightmare that had unfolded in her bathroom that morning. I called right away praying it was a typo, but I knew it was true the second she picked up the phone. Kevin was gone. My baby brother died of a heroin overdose after being 118 sober and 5 days out of a sober living facility. Addiction is a thief.

I still can't believe it is true. I have never really had to handle a loss like this one and I have to admit, the feelings that come with grief are often confusing and sometimes too deep to comprehend. It feels heavy, like physically heavy. I dream of him, I think of him, I cry for him. I miss him.

My dad asked me to speak at Kevin's memorial service. I sniffed the whole way through, but I'm grateful for the opportunity because it brought me closer to Kevin. I thought about what he would want me to say and what he would want the people in attendance to hear. Our family has had a few experiences that help us to believe that Kevin is in a far better, safer place than he was on this earth. We are still rooting for Kev and we are still holding out the hope that we will see him again someday.


Kevin’s Funeral (12/7/2019)
Before I begin my talk, I just wanted to speak on behalf of my family and express how deeply touched and grateful we all are for the outpouring of love we have received since Kevin’s passing. Whether through meals, flowers, texts, calls, prayers, visits, shoveling snow, helping with this funeral, and all the people who have reached out to share their love for Kevin and express what a beautiful person he was. No act of service or love was too small or left unappreciated. We are humbled and so blessed and we thank you for especially taking care of our parents during this time.

For those of you who don’t know me. My name is Kayleen. I am one of Kevin’s siblings. There were 4 of us, our older sister Jenn, then our brother Jay, then me and then Kevin. Kevin and I were pretty close growing up and he will always be special to me. He was a pretty easy going kid and enjoyed simply being with our family. 

Kevin was always the kid who wanted to make people laugh. He liked to be crazy and sometimes he was a big goof just to get a rise out of people. He was spontaneous and fun and other times he would surprise us with his complex thoughts. He was really clever with quick wit and sarcasm. He had a kind heart and he was a good friend.

He had a love for reading and adventure. He was a pretty good writer too. And ever since he was a little kid, he would be found sketching and drawing things. He even tried writing a book at one point. I remember him being so proud of some of his sketches and stories. He would come down and tell us all about them. 

He also had a special place in his heart for animals. He talked often about one day having a bunch of pets and the comfort he received from animals. I think he’d agree that his favorite job was working for a pet groomer. 

His friends have said what a good friend he was and how he would often go above and beyond to help them. He loved to make them laugh. His friends meant so much to him as most of his friends have suffered or are suffering with addictions and they would try to help each other through it.
But the most important thing to Kevin was his family. We have many memories of Christmas mornings, family vacations, camping trips, natural waterslide outings, weekly family home evenings that sometimes just turned into playful wrestling battles, and just daily play. He also had 15 nephews and nieces who loved him and I know he loved them.

His love for our family was very evident on one particular Christmas years ago. Instead of buying presents, Kevin decided to give all of us a hand written letter. It was then, and probably always will be my most cherished Christmas gift ever. I wanted to read a very small excerpt from that, he says, “When I think of what you guys do for me, it feels like you’re there right beside me, cheering me up. I love you and everyone in the family. I’m glad I chose you. You guys mean everything to me and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost one of you.”

We were always praying for Kevin and cheering him on. Even though the past 10 years or so have been heartbreaking to watch him get deeper and deeper into his addictions and even though Kevin didn’t always recognize it, he was loved so very much. He was prayed for, he was believed in. We all wanted Kevin to no longer suffer through his addictions. And now the words that Kevin wrote in the letter to me at Christmas stating he doesn’t know what he’d do if he ever lost one of us, is exactly how we’re feeling; we don’t know what we’ll do now that we’ve lost him.

Helen Keller said, “What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes part of us.” Kevin is a part of us all. This news has been devastating to say the very least, but we are comforted in the hope that he is no longer suffering. 

I came across a talk from one of the general authorities for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. His name is Elder Robert C. Gay, and the talk is called Taking upon Ourselves the Name of Jesus Christ. He was talking about his sister and some struggles she had dealt with and a rebuke he received from the Spirit for misjudging her. He said, “I was made acutely aware of her goodness and allowed to see her as someone who had to deal with difficult issues I did not have.”

He later stated, “Can any one of you imagine our Savior letting you and your burdens go unnoticed by Him? That Savior looked upon the Samaritan, the adulterer, the tax collector, the leper, the mentally ill and the sinner with the same eyes. All were children of His Father. All were redeemable. Can you imagine Him turning away from someone with doubts about their place in God’s kingdom or from anyone afflicted in any manner? I cannot. In the eyes of Christ, each soul is of infinite worth.”

He continues, “His love is greater than our fears, our wounds, our addictions, our doubts, our temptations, our sins, our broken families, our depression and anxieties, our chronic illness, our poverty, our abuse, our despair, and our loneliness. He wants all to know there is nothing and no one He is unable to heal and deliver to enduring joy. His grace is sufficient. He alone descended below all things. The power of His Atonement is the power to overcome any burden.”

Those words gave me comfort as I was reminded of the Atonement and the love of our Savior that can lift Kevin from his trials. Our hearts feel broken, shattered and irreparable, but we know he is free from what plagued him and suffocated him. I keep imagining Kevin kneeling on the ground, weighted down by shame, with tears filling his eyes, as our Savior comes to him, kneels beside him and wraps his arms around him to whisper these words, “Oh Kevin, you’re safe now, you’re ok, I’ve got you.” I think of how much we, as his family and his friends, love him, and if we can love him so much, think of how much more love our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ have for him.

I tried desperately to find a poem or a quote to share that was just right, but I couldn’t find the right poem, so I sat down to write a poem myself. As I began typing, the words just seemed to flow and it was almost as if Kevin was there helping me write it. I feel like my healing began when these words were in front of me, so I pray that they will help someone else as well. I wrote this poem as if Kevin was speaking to us right now. It is titled, “Time For Me to go”.

Time For Me To Go

When I see you crying, my heart is filled with love. 
I see how much you cared for me as I now watch you from above.
I said I didn’t know it, but I think I always did.
The love you have for me is still the same as when I was a kid.
You didn’t give up hope, you didn’t leave me alone.
You wanted me to find my peace, but you knew I couldn’t do it on my own. 
To my mom, my dad, my family and my friends, 
I see your tears, but please know that this is not the end.
Suddenly my heart is whole, I can breathe freely once again.
I no longer feel burdened and weighed down, my soul is beginning to mend.
It’s amazing how much joy I feel now that I’m on the other side,
Though I am still truly sorry for being the cause of all the tears you’ve cried. 
Mom, please lift your head up higher now knowing you did your best.
I’m in a better place, it’s true, my suffering is put to rest.
Dad, you never gave up on me, you never ceased to care.
I never felt alone because you were always there.
Jenn, Jay and Kayleen, my siblings whom I adore,
I’m so sorry, I know you expected more.
Please know that I tried hard to be the man you saw in me.
I’m better now, I’m becoming that guy somehow because I’ve been set free.
More time wouldn’t have changed me, I was trapped and falling hard.
I needed to be on the other side, my earthly life was too scarred. 
It’s ok, don’t cry for me, please rejoice in what has happened.
I’m better now, I’ve been released, I’m no longer being held captive.
I love you all and I’m sorry for leaving you this way,
Though I don’t regret that I had to go, it was better for me not to stay.
I’ll be watching down on you, I’ll sit with you while you heal.
I’ll laugh with you when the time is right and I’ll be with you as you kneel.
I’ll hear your prayer asking for strength, and I’ll remind you what you already know.
I’m better now, I’ve been set free, it was time for me to go.


Kevin, you will live on in our hearts and minds. When we think of you, we will think of your smile and your kindness. I know we will see you again someday. I know your Heavenly Father loves you and our Savior, Jesus Christ, will make up the difference for your suffering. We love you Kevin. We always have. We always will.
I leave these thoughts and my testimony with you in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
















1.20.2020

Great Wolf Lodge

This year for Christmas James and I decided to do something we have wanted to do for many years, but haven't followed through with until now. We didn't get the kids Christmas presents. Instead, we let Santa give them one bigger gift and then they picked out one $20 or less gift for one of their siblings. All James and I did was fill their stockings. Stocking stuffers were a little more exciting this year than previous years, which was honestly more fun. I knew whatever I was getting was small enough and inexpensive enough that it wouldn't be adding stress. We asked grandparents to send money to go towards a trip instead of a tangible gift. It was the best idea and we all are so grateful!

We went to Great Wolf Lodge for our Christmas trip! For anyone who doesn't know, it's a hotel with an indoor waterpark and family fun activities like story time, crafts, mini golf, candlepin bowling, arcades, wizard wand quests and this one even had an indoor ropes course and climbing wall! You don't even have to leave the hotel the whole trip. It is our favorite vacation destination, but it gets pricey the more kiddos you have, so it's getting a little more difficult to go. We got adjoining rooms (even though our kids are young enough that we could have easily fit in one room, Great Wolf Lodge doesn't allow it since you have to report every person staying with you in order to gain water park access). The kids thought it was sooo cool to have their own hotel room. There were bunk beds, a day bed, three full size beds and two sofa beds!

We played in the water park all afternoon, got dinner, met Santa, went to storytime and then Brynlee, Brielle and Koda and I went back to the room to get ready for bed while James took Ezra, Makai and Deklan around the hotel on the Wizarding Wand Quest. It was awesome! Then James woke up early, found a highly rated breakfast place nearby and served us with an incredible and delicious breakfast room service. We packed our stuff, loaded it in the car and went back to the waterpark for the rest of the day. We even bumped into some friends of ours from Texas who had moved to Idaho who were down on vacation as their Christmas present as well! So cool!

We all can't wait to go back! The waterslides kept the boys busy all day and Brynlee and Brielle were happy just floating around the lazy river and playing in the wave pool. Koda even took a dip in between naps. We're so grateful to grandparents that helped us make these memories with our kids!

To make Christmas day exciting, we took the kids to see Frozen 2 as a Christmas surprise which was also a blast! It was a great experience all around. Unfortunately, I didn't get any pics inside the waterpark. I was a little preoccupied and rarely had a free hand. Turns out Brielle is a little daredevil and literally walked into water up to her chin without a worry, so I had to be on the move the whole time. No real surprise there if you know Brie!
Brielle and Koda enjoying some morning cartoons while the older kids slept in and dad got our breakfast!

Koda enjoyed his very own full size bed.

Inside the cabin area of our room with the bunk beds, daybed and their own TV! 




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1.19.2020

Little Miss Trouble

Since Brielle could move, she's been getting into trouble. She is the first of all our kids that we've had to get cabinet locks for. We also have to try to stack all the stools and clear anything off the table, etc. It's a good thing she's cute because she sure does get into mischief. Here's just a few documented instances of mischief. (These do not include the time we found out she snuck outside and was down the street by herself, or the time I found her playing with my knife block on the counter, or the time she dropped my phone in the toilet and Ezra didn't noticed and peed on it. Those moments were far less photo worthy. lol):

Sometimes she needs two breakfasts.
The day she picked out her own clothes and threw a mega fit when I tried to limit her options. She chose 4 shirts, two pants, two rompers (around her waist), and one swim diaper. Yes, we absolutely went out into public like this!

She pushed the stool over by herself.

I used to have breakables in this one. They're all gone now. Not because I got smart and moved them, but because Brielle broke them.

Remember that freshly folded basket of laundry that I left out to put away in a minute? She found it and decided to "help".

A spoon for each because she's demanding.



These two are super blurry, but they still crack me up. She poured out the popcorn bowl and proceeded to lick the popcorn off the rug.


Diving into a mud pit. Diapers are not built for excess mud, fyi..

Constantly shoving all the food in her mouth before someone else takes it. Or taking a bite of each cracker to claim them all. 5th kid problem.

Climbing on everything! This is at the daycare I worked at last year.




apparently we're having a side of Brielle for dinner

Constantly climbing in the tub fully clothed and turning on the water. 


Trying to get out, but it got tricky.

On the counter again, this time tasting the butter

She had a little help with this one. Thankfully it's a dry erase. It was my fault for giving them the idea after I wrote a note to James on our mirror and accidentally left the marker on the counter.


Constantly finding her in the cupboards

When you think locking the door will be enough...

Just finger painting with toothpaste, nothing to see here.

Apparently Zazu was out of food, so she thought she'd help. She grabbed the pepper and poured some dinner for him.
She really is so fun. She definitely keeps me on my toes and is so busy, but I love this age even through all this crazy business!