10.29.2010

dear gage ~ love momma


Dear gage,


My stubborn lil man. You know exactly what you want, and today you wanted nothing but momma! We were in the company of some friends today, and it hit me, you are not my portable lil baby that sleeps everywhere and always. You are becoming my lil man. An opinioned, attentive, and vibrant lil man. Every time I would set you down, you cried and cried until I was holding you tight in my arms again. Every time I pulled you away from my body to readjust, you would reach and reach until you could touch my face again. You love my face. You stroke it softly and coo.


Its official. I have a mommas boy!




Its flattering to know you love me so much, a pain when mommas arms are tired, but flattering none the less. You have this pulsating personality, and you love being loved. Your favorite time is those random mornings that daddy and I are both home. You wake up especially early so we will bring you in our beds to cuddle and play. Its almost as if you know we are upstairs and you are worried you are missing out. Momma sets you between us and you roll from side to side and caress each of our faces. Its perfect. Very early, but perfect.






You have become very active lil man. You have learned to do so many cool things that scare momma half to death. It makes you laugh to see me worried, and that worries me even more. I catch you rolling near the stairs, or to the edge of the bed regularly. You have even managed to not only get on all fours, but you get that cute lil bum straight in the air, ultimately resulting in your cute little fact digging into the carpet. Did you know that you also learned to sing recently? If anyone is rocking out in the car, or humming a tune in the kitchen, you feel this need to pipe in. You like being the center of attention. You and your daddy both!





My big boy, you are growing like a weed. Did you know that you are now up to your cousin james’ size? You see James is a month older than you. For the first 2 month of life you were the exact same weight and height as he was when he was your age. Always a month behind him. Then your poor little heart had a hard time keeping up. The following two months James grew and grew, and you stayed the same weight. Appointment after appointment I got more and more worried, you looked skinnier and skinner. But with that new titanium heart, you managed to put on a whole 3 pound in this month alone! You have not only caught up to where james was a month ago, but you caught up to where he is now, a month older than you! I have this odd feeling that you will be a competitive little bugger. I should probably apologize to your auntie joni in advance!






I love you more and more everyday, with every cry hug, laugh, and squeal. I like to think that when you were in heaven you chose me. Thank you!


Love, Momma.

10.27.2010

Dear Gage

Dear Gage

I love it that your mom calls you Little Mister. Your daddy calls me Big Papa Dick. We are both so cool!!!

That day in early September when you were in the operating room at Children's Hospital getting your heart fixed, I sat in the waiting room with your mom and dad and some of your other relative's. That day in many ways was for me " da ja' vu all over again. In 1991 I spent a lot of time in Children's Hospital in San Diego when your momma was very, very sick with something nasty called Hemolytic Uremic Syndrome. Ironically her days at Children's was also in the month of September. What I experienced with your mother, way back in the day has had a profound effect on me ever since. Firstly, because of that experience, I have felt a special bond with your mother because of that crisis. I love all of my children very deeply. But there is something unique about going through a life threatening incident with another person. From day one of your mom's hospitilization, one of the treatments she required was blood transfusions. She and I have the same type (O+). I told them to take all that they needed from me, in order to save my little girl. They took what they could, and then got some more from off the shelf, and then some more from good people in our ward who donated. The other treatment was dialysis. And that treatment did not go well in the beginning. The lines were in, but the fluids were not circulating right. The toxins were not draining out of her body. On one particular night, your mom got dathly ill. Her little body was bloated and she was very, very sick. I sat there in ICU, with her, in the stillness of the night. Doctors and nurses came and went, frustrated that the dialysis was not working. I was becoming more and more frightened with each passing hour. The second thing that happened whic remained was the lesson I learned about prayer and faith and priesthood. Earlier that same night a man from the ward came to the hospital and we gave your mom a priesthood blessing. I blessed her that she would be well and that the treatments would work. I blessed her that Heavenly Father would heal her and give her a long and healthy life. I wanted that so very bad. But as the night went on, it started to look like the blessing would not pan out. It seemed like hope and faith were more like wishful thinking. I knew God could heal her, but I was beginning to wonder if He would actually intervene and save her. I was at one of those " My will vs. His will" crossroads of life. At one point, one of the nurses looked panicked. She gave me the impression that if the dialysis did not start working soon, Natalie might not make til morning. I agonized and I cried and I prayed. And finally I gave up. I told Heavenly Father that if it was "His Will" that my baby die, then go ahead and take her. Don't let her suffer and please help me to accept it, and not be bitter about it."

And here is the lesson learned. The moment I gave in and stopped pleading for what I wanted. The moment I honestly and faithfully declared "Thy will be done" everything changed.. Within an hour the dialysis just started to work. Toxic fluids started to drain out. Your mom's kidneys could rest and heal. The blood transfusion nourished her body until her own blood was right. God did in fact give me exactly what I did want. But he did not do it until I was willing to show enough faith and trust in Him to bring to pass the best outcome. Only when I gave up my most urgent desires, and accept His will, did he grant my most deepest desire. Strange as that may sound, it has been one of the most important experiences of my life. My faith and trust in Jesus Christ has much of it's root from that dark night in Children's Hospital with your mother, back in September of 1991.

Fast forward now and let me tell you why I was at peace that day in the waiting room while you were in surgery just a few weeks ago. Many years ago I damaged my knee playing sports as a youngster. Over time the bones in my knee disintegrated. And the time drew near when I knew it was time to undergo a major surgery of my own, in order to get the malady corrected. I prayed and prayed. I really did not want a surgery. But the voice of the spirit whispered to me when I prayed. "It's time" Is what I kept hearing. I was led to a doctor who concured that I needed a new joint. A date was set for July 1. A couple of weeks before the surgery I was up in Utah to participate in your baby blessing and the baby blessing of your cousin James. During that visit, I asked your mom's brother's, Uncle Jason and Uncle Rocky to give me a blessing for my surgery. Now I had more faith than in 1991. I had more trust. With confidence, I asked Jason to bless me that I would not only be healed in a remarkable way, but that I would not experience the horrific pain that most people feel after such a procedure. He did just that . And a peace settled in and I knew that what I requested was what God was willing to grant. And it all worked out. Within two weeks after my surgery I was able to go to the temple to be with your aunt Stefanie when she took out her endowments. No severe pain ever set in. And I was able to drive to Utah and comfortably wait at the hospital during your operation, just one month after my own. I even went and hit golf balls with my dad just before I came back to California. It was truly a miracle...AGAIN....just like 1991.

Little Mister. The experience I had in those weeks just prior to your surgery made me feel like you could have a miracle too. I did pray for those weeks that you would be healed without a surgery. I put your name on the prayer list at the temple. And I continued to try and accept the will of the Father. His will was that you needed to undergo the surgery, and he would provide the way for you to have a successfull procedure and heal up well. Because I understood that as I drove to Utah, I felt sure that giving you a blessing of healing would be the right thing to do. With Full Faith in Jesus Christ, your dad and myself laid our hands on your head just hours before your operation and blessed you to have a successful surgery and that you would heal without complications and be well. As I said Amen, a peace settled in on me. I KNEW that you were going to be all right. As I sat in the waiting room, never once did I worry or fret about you. I knew it was going all right. Your short stay in ICU and your short stay on the floor was further evidence to me that God was holding you in his hands.

I will conclude with this and want you grasp a hold of the concept. I knew that you would be OK when PEACE settled in on me. Feeling peace is evidence that the Holy Ghost is present. And when the Holy Ghost is present, the Atonement is automatically working. The Savior blessed your doctors, He blessed you, and he got you through the acute phase and He is healing you now. And now you have a chance to thrive rather than merely survive. The atonement is working when the Holy Ghost is present. And we know the Holy Ghost is present when we peace God's Peace. That concept is one of the most remarkable concepts I have ever learned.

Gage Mason Moore....I love you Little Mister! I love your mother! And I love your Father! Your family is a great blessing to me!

Big (Grand) Papa Dick

10.18.2010

dear gage ~ love momma

Is it possible to love your face more than any other face?










Because I do! Shhhhh, don't tell your dad, it wouldn't be good for his ego!

you like it clean!


You are the only little man that can make me so mad, that my hair literally stands up, and the only little man that can immediately make me smile. You are amazing.

You have a weird obsession with electronics. I say weird, because its not all electronics, its only the brand new ones. You used to LOVE daddies ipod, it was brand new and shiny. But then momma got a brand new blackberry. “Forget the ipod, that phone is NEW!”

Because I am the sweet mom that I am, and I LOVE to see those sweet juicy cheeks smile, I let you play with my phone while I gathered and sorted all of the laundry. When I had all the laundry ready to go, I set you in the basket and we headed downstairs to wash it all.

Shortly, after I heard a repetitive thud, thud, thud.

Turns out that you got bored playing with momma brand new blackberry. So you set it down into the laundry just in time for mom to toss it in. Little mister, I want to report, that the phone is not working…but it is squeaky clean! Thank you


I find you so irresistible; that even breaking momma phone ends in laughs, giggles and cuddles. I love that you know how to make me smile. I love the fact that you have to know what I am doing at all time. I love that when I leave you whine. I love that you have learned the art of leaping from daddies arms just so that you can get closer to me. I love that when you are playing on your tummy, you reach for me. I love the way you love me.

packin' on the weight

You eat like a horse, a very adorable, good smelling, hairless horse. But a horse nonetheless.

It’s been six weeks since your surgery and you are packing on the weight. You cheeks have life in them for the first time. And you legs finally have rolls. You are becoming my Gerber baby. And I love it. Snuggling into your squishy body is far more entertaining now.

You were eating so often that momma had to get something in you that would help hold you off. Every hour was getting to be a little much for momma. We started with rice cereal.

You hated it

You hated it because you couldn’t eat as fast with a spoon. We struggled. You cried. And eventually you got what you wanted, a bottle. Only, this bottle had the rice cereal in it. You would pant when eating like you hadn’t eaten in years. In public I always worry that people think I starve you. I promise I feed you often and always!



You are getting better with a spoon. And you have since moved on to sweet potatoes. You still prefer if I pour the food in, but you have more patience for the spoon now.

You are eating like a horse, and packing on the weight. Its simply scrumptious!