6/12/22, Jon We traveled back to SLC last week for two appointments: Neurology and an initial meeting with the INTAC clinic which cares for children with GI issues. (Erin likes to call our new GI doctor Breen’s “Gut Gal”) So we loaded up the car to the brim with everything…

5/20/22 8:14 pm, twilight, erin — Aunty Alanna is reading bedtime stories to everyone. Jon is on tour at Lake Chelan (WA) Jazz Festival with his friends. Grandpa Armstrong flew home today. It snowed this morning. Breen: 19 lb 6 oz Breen: still laughs at EVERYTHING Breen: needs a second haircut, but he is always so busy! Nora: “Daddy, um, hugs me so tight and grabs my hand. Breeny? he plays in his saucer

4/06/21, erin, night — Breen’s G-Tube is out. Since 3/24! Healing rapidly. Feeding therapy graduation was today. Breeny crawls. He is crawling. Laughter, laughter, laughter, learning. He pulls himself into sitting. Tucks back down for crawling. Laughing. Moving. Drooling. Nora spells. She is spelling. We are spellbound. On Sunday she celebrates her fourth birthday…

3/9/22 NORA TIME- from the archives erin found some great poetry corner transcripts that were never published. N: I can be ANYONE I can scrub bubbles on my face! — Quote: I definitely love crayons and mac a noodles and cheese and glitter. — “Nimu was grey and driving away…

3/04/2022, erin and finn and breen, greyish bright, cold but mushy Breen was just sitting and playing with a toy. He saw something else that he wanted, and tucked into a roll and got himself onto the floor. He shakes the new toy over his head. I roll a little…

2/2/22, Jon Breen is now home in Pocatello, with a repaired hernia, sleeping in his crib. We rented a house near the hospital in SLC so that Grandpa and Nora could join us. — Erin, Breen, and I went to the hospital early in the morning on Tuesday, checked in…

1/30, Jon We are taking our deal yearling down to Salt Lake City tomorrow for his hernia repair surgery. …

Breen crashed to earth just after midnight on January 27th last year. He was too early. He was supposed to come in May, but here he was, after only a pitiful 23 weeks and 5 days of gestation. So began the most brutal night of all of our lives. Breen…