Halloween & All

So this month we had a lot of things going on. Brodie and I went to Buzzfest with his brother James and his wife Magan. Brodie and I also attended a U of H football game, and our family got all decked out for Halloween. I still need to steal photos of Buzzfest from my sister-in-law, so stay tuned for that event, but I have a few photos from our other activities.

Brodie and I had a lot of fun going to the U of H game, but the night had some bumps in it. We ended up being a little late, which was not part of the plan. So the second we parked we started running for the stadium...in the total opposite direction. Once we realized what we had done, we hurried back to the car, gained our bearings and headed off again. Trying to make up for lost time, we hitched a ride with one of those bike cab guys. The second we sat down it started pouring rain. By the time we got to the stadium we were drenched. We spent the rest of the night standing in great seats, in the pouring rain, wind blowing, cheering on U of H as they broke records and kicked butt.

We left in the 3rd quarter and here's what the score looked like, and it only got better from there:

It was a rival game which made it even more fun, freezing and all. When we got in the car we cranked up the heat and the seat warmers. Unfortunately the car smelled like wet dog, but it was a fun night over all.

Next came Halloween. This year we decided to "match" as a family. The boys were Houston Texans football players, Brynn was a Texans cheerleader, and Brodie and I were Texans fans. The kids loved that we all matched and even more so that we all got to wear our Texans stuff. Brayden got to wear his costume to his preschool Halloween party:

And then we all got to dress up for our church Halloween Trick or Treating event:

Then for Halloween night we went to a friend's house, ate pizza, and did some more trick or treating:

I took so many cute pics it was hard to choose which ones to post. I did a lot for Brynn's outfit though and I thought everyone turned out so cute. I made Brynn's onsie by sewing on the Houston Texans patch. I made her tutu skirt, and I even sewed her Texans shoes. Then I ordered her Texans hair bow, and her adorable bloomers that were monogrammed and somehow never got photographed.

Of course she stripped down every chance she got. LOVE that girl. I scored with the boys costumes and all I had to do was customize their jerseys with numbers on the back and on their helmets. They love their costumes. That being said I decided there just wasn't enough photos of us...so we went and had some more taken:

 

 

My friend Brooke did an amazing job of busting these out in her GARAGE! So there you have it. A whole lot of Halloween and many more pics to come as we get through the holidays.

The 411 On Brynn

As many of you have heard, our precious little Brynn had quite the drama this last week. It all started last Tuesday evening. Brodie worked late that day, so I was flying solo feeding the kids their dinner that evening. I had the boys situated and was getting Brynn ready to eat. Like so many of us have done, I stuck Brynn in her Bumbo seat...on the kitchen counter (pictured below for those of you who are unfamiliar).

On the side of this happy little chair is a great big warning that says, "NEVER USE ON A RAISED SURFACE...DESIGNED FOR FLOOR LEVEL USE ONLY...NEVER LEAVE BABY UNATTENDED." Again, no one really heeds this warning and often babies are placed on kitchen counters for meals and such. Well as Brynn sat in her seat (on the kitchen counter) I turned to grab her food. As I turned, our strong little Brynn happily dug her heels into the counter and shoved right off the back of the kitchen island. I ran around the side just in time to see her be released from the chair and land SMACK on her little head. I grabbed Brynn and held her tightly trying to erase the image from my mind of her landing on the top of her head. She screamed like a champion. True to form the boys were being super loud just then. I set Brynn on the floor and took the boys to play in their room. I needed a minute to be with Brynn and clear my head. I came back downstairs to examine the situation. Brynn's head had a large goose egg of a bump that was red and scratched up on one side. Oddly enough she had more damage on the opposite side as well. The best way it can be described is a ball of play-dough that was thrown onto a flat surface. The corner of her head was completely flattened and all of the muscles were squished to the front in a gross rippled mess. I freaked out and contacted Brodie. We decided the first thing to do was to call our doctor. I called the afterhours number, was eventually contacted by a doctor, and after explaining the situation in great detail, was told to simply monitor her throughout the night and take her in to our pediatrician the next day. Brodie came home early to help out and we survived the night.

The next morning I got an afternoon appointment and headed in with the boys in tote. Brynn's head was looking better (not great) and she seemed fine so I thought nothing of it. We arrived at the pediatrician's office, and after being examined, she ordered a head CT. Since her office is connected to the hospital, we walked straight over to the ER to get Brynn looked at. The boys were getting restless and the nurses were doing their best to entertain them with movies and toys. Eventually they rigged up the CT machine to fit Brynn's teeny head onto it and we went over to the CT room. The boys and I stood outside singing songs while Brynn screamed through the entire test. Pure torture not being able to do anything just outside the door. We went back to our room to wait for the results. It only took about 10 minutes for them to return with their findings. Brynn had definitely had a concussion the night before. Her brain was bleeding, her skull was fractured, and her skull was pushed in on the side that had been flattened the night before. In this case they wanted us to be in a place that was more suited for Brynn, so we were being sent to a children's hospital in downtown Houston. Because we couldn't leave their care, we were being taken there via ambulance. Luckily, shortly after receiving this crappy news both my husband and father-in-law were able to show up and help me get the boys taken care of (and hug me while I cried). They were none the wiser as they headed off to eat pizza and hang out with their grandparents. The boys had fun eating pizza and going skinny dipping. It was nice to know they were happy and being provided for considering what we were dealing with. Brodie headed off and went to grab us some food as Brynn and I got all geared up to get in the ambulance.

They do not mess around getting her car seat all harnessed into those stretchers. She actually loved the VIP treatment. Shortly after getting on the road, Brynn took a much needed power nap.

Once we got to Memorial Hermann Children's Hospital we were sent to the trauma unit. They examined Brynn and sent her off to the pediatric wing. Shortly after, our home teacher and another man from our church showed up so that they could give Brynn a blessing. This helped her physically and me emotionally! From this point forward it was just hanging out in the hospital and getting Brynn examined a whole lot.

Later that night Brodie left to go get the boys and put them to bed, and I was finally introduced to the head of neuro who had examined Brynn's charts. Ok side note-for all of you Grey's Anatomy fans I hope you appreciate this. Not only did the head of neuro have wavy brown hair, a nice smile, and blue eyes, he actually looked like Derek Sheppard. He explained that Brynn's bleeding was beginning to stop, but that as the brain absorbs the blood, sometimes the body can have seizures. Because of this, they decided to keep her overnight for observation. Don't worry, he had to come in our room a few times and every time he was stopped mid sentence by Brynn’s beauty which he couldn't help but comment on - so proud of her for snagging the cute doctor :) Unfortunately for many of you, I had contacted you or posted on facebook about Brynn's current status. Well with all the phone use my cell phone eventually died. Since Brodie was gone and my phone was dead, I had no numbers to contact people, and no way to get on facebook with an update.

At midnight they finally had our room ready and we were transferred upstairs. This floor looked like a baseball hall of fame museum. The nurses’ station was a hotdog vendor cart and we felt like we were at a stadium. That part was really fun. All night long they continued to check on Brynn. She continued to be monitored throughout the morning and into the afternoon. Finally around 3pm, 2 very official looking doctors came in to examine her. Both continuously commented on how strong she was for her age. They said the bleeding had stopped, but the reason they had taken a while in coming to see her was because they were worried about the dent in her skull. They had been debating whether or not to fix it, or let nature take its course. Ultimately they said that her skull is about as thick as a plastic 2-litre bottle (so not thick at all), and that over the next few months it will be forming and growing rapidly. It is their hope that her skull fixes itself. They want her to come back in 3 months to re-examine the dent. If it's still there, then at that time they will have to do something to fix it themselves. Only thinking awful things I didn't dare ask how this would be accomplished. They again commented on her strength and said that they could give her a helmet to wear for protection, but considering her abilities, she would probably just rip it off. So we ditched the helmet idea and were able to leave.

All in all Brynn is fine with minimal headaches which she takes Tylenol for. She continues to be the best little baby (especially in comparison to her crazy brothers). As a family, we appreciate all of your prayers and concerns. I'm pretty sure I could feel the prayers pouring into our hospital room. We are hoping for a great natural recovery and will keep everyone posted when an update is available.

THE Nursery

So the second we found out we were having a girl, my mind went into super drive. I started thinking about all of the outfits she would need to look fabulous on a moment by moment basis. All of the hair accessories and shoes and baby items that I would need to make her look legit. And of course I had thoughts about redoing the nursery. You see a few years ago we decided that we only wanted to paint the nursery once. We picked a very light colored ice blue and decided I would simply change the decor if we ever had a girl. I honestly never thought we would have a girl, and I'm sure Brodie thought I'd never go back on my word. Guess we were both wrong. Not only did I decide we needed to paint the nursery, but I had a very elaborate idea in my head. I am stubborn and always do what I want, so either Brodie was helping or I was on my own, but either way I was going to create my vision. Being as pregnant as I was Brodie felt obligated and caved on his demand of "I'm not helping paint that room again." Needless to say that Brodie's excitement over having a girl shortly went from this

In my head I had an elaborate chic nursery vision that required a lot of prep work on our walls. Unfortunately for my painting desires, our house has really textured walls, and if any painting requires taping it's almost pointless. Tape has a hard time sticking to the walls and thus renders it useless. In order to accomplish what I wanted in the nursery we had to sand all of the walls. Both my dad and Brodie spent 3 solid days sanding down the texture so that tape could render effective.

Lucky for me they found ways to entertain themselves...like a bunch of 3rd graders...

It made a huge mess of dust throughout the whole house, but at least they had fun. After the sanding and CLEANING were done we could paint the base color. Once we had painted 2 coats and it was dry, I started on the 3 week process of taping. My tape job looked a little something like this

Next we had to paint the second color, remove all of the tape, and touch up the walls to make sure the lines looked crisp. Brodie's comment when this was all over with was "it looks awesome, I'm not denying that. But if you ever decide to do this again, we better be rich enough to be able to pay someone else cause I'm not helping." I kinda had to agree cause this process was long and tedious. Once all of the walls were done I could finally start decorating and arranging everything. I swear that process was even longer than the paint job. I'm so proud of everything I did in the room. However, I don't want to make you wait any longer. I had Brodie throw together a little video of the room for you to watch, so sit back and be amazed :)



I used all of the same furniture from before except for the crib. The boys had destroyed the other crib, so a new one had to be purchased. Lucky for me the crib I have been dying to own since I ever became a mother just happened to be for sale on Craigslist for a ridiculously cheap price. Throwing the purple rug in front of the crib was all Brodie's idea and it definitely brings the room together. I loved adding all of the little trinkets to the shelves in her room. The piggy bank just happens to be mine from when I was a baby. Some of the other decorations we've had for years and others I purchased at Goodwill, but all were painted to match the room.

Next came the wire mannequin behind the crib. That just happens to be a partial Brodie idea as well. Brodie thought there needed to be something behind the crib. Originally he had suggested a coat rack that we could hang cute girly things off of. I took his idea and changed it into this and added a necklace to it instead.

Next I had to figure out some way to display her name in the nursery. I saw so many different cute ideas on-line of how different people accomplished this in their nurseries and I feel like this was sort of a combination of a few of those. We bought the wood letters and spray painted them with black paint and then with white crackle paint. Then I sanded and spray painted the frame I purchased from Goodwill. I cut the ribbon, attached it to the letters and then attached it to the frame. The 'I am a child of God' sign was given to us by a friend when Brayden was born and seemed to go just perfectly in the frame to finish it off.

Next is this mirror I found at Goodwill. I replaced the ribbon in it and added a flower that I bought from the craft store. I had to take the flower apart and relayer it to fit better on the mirror, and then I added some bling to the flower to make it a little more fabulous.

The next thing in her room was like a little treasure that I found. It was on a website from a seller of this local holiday vendor show I went to. I kept searching the site for a different item that had been sold out at the show and stumbled on these instead. These gorgeous crown hooks now hold up all things necessary for her hair.

Something I made especially for her room was her hair bow holder. I went all out on this baby. I made a few for some family members and posted it on an earlier blog here. I designed the shape and cut the wood. I covered it in batting and fabric, then embellished it with a super chic bow and some pearls. I couldn't have done a better job on this if I tried. It goes perfectly in her room.

The next piece in her room that I worked on would seem insignificant to any other person. It's a simple lamp that is by no means fancy, but it means a lot to me. This lamp was designed, carved out, and wired by my uncle and grandpa long before I was ever born. The dang thing was so old that a few years ago I went to plug it in, electrocuted myself, and blew a fuse through most of upstairs. We finally rewired it, painted it, and added a cute shade.

I reupholstered the glider again to match the nursery, bought a cute clothes hamper, and added a few things here and there.

Lastly I decided I was skilled enough to make her crib bedding. The first thing I made was her quilt. I hate sewing minky material, but it's just so cute. I found damask fleece fabric and used the minky in the center. I even added a trim in between the two - not as easy as it sounds. But with the batting in this thing it's one warm and cozy blanket.

Next were the crib bumpers. I had really wanted to add her initials monogrammed into these, but thanks to my lack of skill and plenty of cursing, I nixed that idea. Instead the bumpers have just the minky in the middle with purple and black ribbons to tie them to the crib. I drew the line at sewing the sheet and found a purple damask one on-line for WAY to much instead :)

This nursery couldn't be more perfect. It's the exact vision I had in my head. The room turned out gorgeous and I think it's a room she can grow into. Although I think that by the time Brynn is old enough to actually care what this room looks like, we will be moving. Who cares. I had fun doing it and I love going in there just to look at it. Thanks to all of my family who helped!

Brynn's Photo Shoot

Shortly after Brynn was born we had a good friend of ours, Marissa Bassham, come over and do a photo shoot. She has a 10 month old little girl and we figured all of our kids could play while she worked her magic. It took us a few hours to get 25 decent photos of our sweet new baby Brynn. There was lots of kid drama, baby drama, and when it was all said and done we were tired and needed lunch. Needless to say there weren't ANY outfit changes - only accessory changes. However she did manage to get some super cute photos. I picked some of my favorites for you to enjoy:

Marissa did a fabulous job. I have to give a shout out to her. If you live in Texas and need someone to do infant photos - she is well trained! She has done the newborn photos for 2 of my children now and I highly recommend her. Check out her website at http://www.boophotographyonline.com/ for more information. Stay tuned for nursery and baby crafting blog posts...I'm working on them:)

Brynn Ireland Simmons

So if you ask me, this story starts about 2 weeks before Brynn was born (OK really it all started 9 months ago, but bear with me). About 2 weeks into January I started feeling really sharp/pinching contractions. In my pregnant experiences, this pain only occurs when your water is about to break. The pain would be so intense that I would naturally shove my hand in between my legs like I thought I was going to catch something. I told the doctor during my appointments, but every time he would check me I was only dilated to a 1. He felt bad for my discomfort, but promised that it wasn't changing anything. I accepted his answer unwillingly and continued to bear the pain. 2 days before Brynn was born, nothing about this scenario had changed. That being the case, it didn't seem unwise to let my husband attend a major lacrosse invitational with his team in Austin the last weekend of January. Besides, we had our planned c-section date of February 3rd. For those of you unaware, I have had 2 emergency c-sections as a result of attempting to deliver our 2 boys, so I was out of chances. Brynn had no choice but to be delivered the same way – via c-section.

Moving along, Brodie left for Austin, TX early Saturday (29th) morning. Knowing I was extremely pregnant and alone with the boys, my AWESOME sister-in-law Magan knew that I needed her. She came down that afternoon to keep me company and we chatted for a long time. Of course we had a very long conversation about the upcoming c-section and the whole plan that we had set out. I expressed my serious excitement for the plan, how well thought out it was, and how stress free the whole experience seemed based upon our plan. Everything from helpers to babysitters to Brodie taking time off had fallen into place and I was looking forward to the plan running smoothly. As dinner time approached, Magan convinced me that Chick-Fil-A was the best answer and I agreed. The boys loved their food and had a blast letting out some energy on the jungle gym. As we were finishing up our meal, Brayden casually walks back to the table and says that Rylan is crying. We ask why and he simply responds that it's because he fell and is stuck. We thought he was joking because he seemed soooo unconcerned. Magan and I jumped up and ran to the play area where we open the door and finally hear Rylan crying at the very top somewhere. Again because Magan is so awesome, she doesn't hesitate to start climbing up the jungle gym to rescue my boy. I would have never been able to make it up there, so I'm glad she was able and willing. We decided that was enough for one night and headed home, said good-bye to Magan, and settled into bed for the night.

Feeling restless I decided to fall asleep to a movie, The Blind Side. About half way into the movie I dozed off, only to be awaken a short hour later with EXTREMELY intense pinching contractions. I knew it the moment I woke up - this was it. The contractions were making me have to pee, but getting up might give gravity the advantage and might break my water sooner. I figured if I lie there on my side, breathing slowly and rubbing my belly that it would all go away. I text Brodie and explained the current situation so that way if he woke up at any point during the night he would know what was going on. Within a few minutes I knew that things were only getting worse so I quickly began to say a prayer in which I begged, no pleaded, with Heavenly Father not to let my water break. I don't even think I got to the amen part when IT had happened. All over the bed my water had broken. Honestly my first thought was that Heavenly Father has a sick sense of humor, my second thought was maybe I really did just pee, and my third thought was that no one has ever drank that much water so this must be it. I grabbed my phone and ran to the bathroom to verify what I already knew was true. I frantically called Brodie to tell him the news.

Apparently I was not the cool, calm, and collected person that I thought I was being. It took 3 times telling Brodie what had happened before he could understand me. I was crying and talking fast and barely breathing. I was so frantic that Brodie thought I was calling about a bad dream. Once the message and the shock finally hit him, Brodie went into survival mode. He told me to hang tight and he would be calling me right back. After hanging up the phone I felt like my world was spinning. I couldn't move, I couldn't think, and I couldn't feel. I was numb. I looked at the time and noted that it was only 2:30am and my night owl of a sister would still be up. I called her looking for help. Again, I was so blessed to have her pick up. I quickly told her what happened, explained that I need her to help me snap out of it, and asked for a good story. She began telling me funny stories about my brother-in-law and how he had full on conversations with her in his sleep and says some very funny things. That was all I needed. I got up and began to get ready for the hospital.

Being that we had a scheduled c-section date, I had not prepared any sort of hospital bag and was not about to pack one now. Brodie had gotten a hold of our friends Dan and Cheryl Potter who lived down the street and who were apparently still up (again another blessing in this whole mess). They were on their way over, and the only thing I could manage to do was put some dry clothes on and grab my purse. Dan stayed at our house with the kids and Cheryl and I hopped in the car. At 3am there's no need for lights to be turning red, so we cautiously ran red lights and stop signs the whole way there. We arrived at the hospital a little after 3am.

Nurses came out to greet me with a wheel chair to help me to a room since my contractions were now 3 minutes apart. We got to a room and they began asking me questions to get me admitted. They said, "let’s check to see if your water has broke and if so we'll get you admitted." They were speaking very calmly, and as if this were my first pregnancy. I quickly told them this was my 3rd child, I was scheduled for a c-section later that week, that this was the second time my water had broke, and I wasn't going anywhere. I'm telling them all of this as I stood up to change into a gown and more water went gushing down my leg. It was then that you could feel the atmosphere change to tense. Knowing I'd had 2 c-sections already made this a little bit more of an emergency. They quickly put me back in the wheel chair and got me to another room.

This is the part where in my head things were flying in all directions and it is kind of a blur. I was filling out paperwork, giving blood, getting an IV and DYING through extremely painful contractions. I couldn't have made it through without Cheryl though. Being a PA by profession she was extremely calm and comforting. I sucked at breathing through the painful contractions though and the nurses kept yelling at me that Brynn's heart rate was through the roof. I was so scared and this was not helping. My husband was driving from Austin with only a few hours of sleep which made me feel alone without him (despite Cheryl being so helpful), my water had broken and my labor was progressing faster than I'd ever heard of and I wasn't supposed to be in labor due to the millions of complications that could arise from my previous c-sections, and it didn't feel like things were going smoothly at all. This was not the plan, and in that moment I longed for the plan. I longed for my husband, and I was scared out of my mind that the worst would happen - that entails plenty of different scenarios. The silver lining at this point was that another woman had come in about 30 minutes before me so the anesthesiologist was already there. What a huge blessing because without him I was in trouble. The chaos continued, but the doctor finally came in to check on things and update me on the situation.

I was dilated to a 6 already and we were about to go in to the O.R. to get my epidural and start the surgery. Shortly after the doctor left the room I began to hyperventilate. My contractions were about 1 minute apart and breathing was not my forte at the moment. I started losing feeling in my legs, my arms, and my face. As I'm telling the nurse this I began to feel real sick. I told her I thought I was gonna puke. She hadn't even responded to me yet when up came my Chick-Fil-A. I was throwing up like a champion, in between contractions, and was still expected to keep breathing properly through it all - ahhhhhh was my thought right about then. Cheryl was given some scrubs and off we went.

In the O.R. I was quickly put on the teeny table where I was expected to lay very still - yeah right. Have you seen the contractions I've been having? My body involuntarily kept curling into a ball and the nurses kept yelling at me that I would fall off the table, but I didn't care. It was all I could do to make it through them. The doctor again came in to check me. I was already to an 8, and her announcing this made the air in the room feel thicker. They told the anesthesiologist to hurry in, it was time. I got up and leaned over the table the best I could. At this point there was no time in between contractions - they were just there - a constant pain and a serious hinder on my ability to breath or sit still. Everyone was yelling at me to sit still so the epidural could be put in. This is practically a 2 minute process and it seemed impossible at the moment to sit there. As they started, my contractions somehow got worse and I couldn't help it. My body began pushing out baby Brynn. My water went gushing all over the O.R. table and floor. The doctor quickly gloved her hand and stuck it under me in case Brynn fell out. The moment was too intense for words. I again said a prayer in which, I'll admit, I think I was screaming to the heavens. I proclaimed that I needed just a 1 minute break in which I could handle the pain enough to sit still and let this nice man complete the epidural without making me paralyzed. I think Heavenly Father felt sympathy for me at that moment because the second I was done with my prayer the pain subsided for a moment. The epidural was done, but we didn't have time for it to fully take effect, so they laid me down and applied another IV down in between my legs. Again the doctor checked me - I was dilated to a 10 and baby Brynn was on her way out.

I knew that things were happening, but with all the drugs, I didn’t care anymore. I was enjoying the moment. I couldn't feel anything and Cheryl had finally been able to come back in. I was so glad to have the procedure beginning because I knew that the end was almost here, that Brynn was going to come out the safest way, and that I could handle the rest of it now. All of a sudden I heard them say that I would feel a large push as they pulled the baby out (from both ends). Um hello - I had no idea they'd even started cutting me open, and then 1 moment later she was out. I took a deep breath (because it was physically possible now) and cried just a little. I was sad that my husband wasn't there to give me a congratulations kiss, but Cheryl smiling over at me was nice to see. The second she was out they announced the time - 4:20am. I honestly giggled and thought that Brodie would appreciate that. I had gone from my water breaking at 2:30am to almost having her fall out of me at 4:20am. What a crazy few hours it had been.

In all of the chaos I had forgotten to grab a camera, so luckily my cell phone has a decent one or who knows how we would have gotten photos taken. Cheryl ran over to snap a few of our new little girl.

She was exactly 2 weeks early and still managed to weigh 7 pounds 2 ounces. She's as tall as her brothers though measuring 20.5 inches. She's so long and skinny that nothing fits her properly. After getting her all measured, the nurse brought her over so I could kiss her :)

Then Cheryl went with Brynn and the nurses to the nursery and I stayed to get all stitched up. I was all done and wheeled back to my room a few minutes after 5am. At 5:15am Brodie showed up and another huge wave of relief rolled over me. He stayed with me for a few minutes and then went down to see Brynn. Just a few minutes later he came back and the nurses were on their way up with her.

It was over though - the night I didn't feel like I could possibly survive when it had all started was finally over and everything was OK. There were blessings all along the way, but in no way do I want to relive a night like that again. The next few days were so pleasant. A makeshift plan went into effect, and ran as smoothly as could be expected. The boys were taken care of, Brodie got work off, and my recovery was going better than the others which is amazing considering how close I got to delivering Brynn naturally. We had lots of visitors come and celebrate which was so nice to have.

I had the best experience in the hospital. The nurses were beyond amazing. They were very kind and thoughtful and always went above and beyond. I think this helped out in more ways than one.

The power even went out while we were there due to the intense cold front that had come in, but everyone was accommodating. Once we were all cleared by our doctors, we dressed Brynn up and got ready to go. In my head this outfit was going to be the cutest thing ever, but that was when I planned on her being a few pounds bigger. Even though she eats like a champion, she lost a half of a pound in the hospital putting her at 6 pounds 10 ounces as we were leaving. She definitely has some growing to do before this fits properly.

What an experience. Glad it's over and glad we're home recovering. Couldn't be more blessed to have so much help pouring into our home. Thanks to all of our family and friends who have chipped in to make this transition a smooth one. We love you all and are so glad to have Brynn Ireland Simmons in our lives. She is one loved little girl!