Roger Brent Hansen

Roger Brent Hansen, 49, of Idaho Falls, passed away in his home in Osgood on Tuesday, Dec. 4, 2012.

Roger was born Oct. 31, 1963, to Reed Hansen and Marilyn Hoff Hansen in Idaho Falls. He was the fourth of five children and took an early start in life exploring the farm and learning about the world around him.

As a child, Roger was captivated by electricity and collected glass power-line insulators, drew diagrams and built amazing contraptions. His fascination turned to machines, which included his father's car. He bought a used pickup in high school, which he tinkered with and modified and kept with him his whole life. He took as many automotive courses as he could in high school and then attended what is now Eastern Idaho Technical College, where he studied auto repair. His passion continued, and he eventually owned his own diesel tractor and auto-repair business.

Roger was known for his brilliant ability to improvise and for his honesty and seeming genius to make something work when no one else could. His unconventional approach was appreciated by so many of his customers, including the local farming community. He was well-known by automotive enthusiasts, including those in parts, restoration of antique tractors and classic cars. That pickup from high school eventually became Roger's recreation when he joined a 4x4 off-road club. Roger enjoyed spending time with friends and was always up for an evening with his bowling buddies.

Roger is survived by his mother, Marilyn Hoff Hansen; siblings, Mark (Dani) of Idaho Falls, Karen (Vern) of Pullman, Wash., and Bruce (Sandy) and Kris, both of Idaho Falls.

He was preceded in death by his father, Reed.

Funeral services will be held at 11 a.m. Monday, Dec. 10, at Buck-Miller-Hann Funeral Home, 825 E. 17th St. in Idaho Falls, with Bishop George Cook officiating. A visitation for family and friends will be held from 9:30 a.m. to 11 a.m. prior to the funeral. Burial will follow in Fielding Memorial Park Cemetery in Idaho Falls.

Online condolences may be left at www.buckmillerhann.com.

Be Still My Soul

My heart hurts.
I am seeking comfort, and I have found it in music.
Music is so beautiful. In High school my seminary teacher wrote a riddle on the chalkboard.

What is this...

*Powerful enough to destroy armies
*Harmless enough that a child can use
*Through it you can prophesy
*Immediately invites the spirit
*It can easily destroy you

No one was able to solve that. How could there be an answer to such a vastly diverse and immensely powerful statement. The answer is just one word, MUSIC.

When you are a teenager you are so involved in your own little world and you can't always see the bigger picture. I can't say that I was attentive everyday in class, but this stuck out to me and I recorded it in the inside cover of my scriptures. Music can enter into someone's heart, even when they may seem closed off to the world and others around them. It immediately invites the spirit. I have seen it touch the lives of people around me. They can't always explain what they are feeling, but they can feel God's love. It can be such a powerful tool for us, and we can learn how to use it to enrich our lives and the lives of those around us.

But, "it can easily destroy you" ? I think Satan has taken advantage of this tool and we need to be careful.

One time in college I was having a rough few months and I couldn't figure out what the problem was. The semester was ending and I signed up for the next semester's classes. I wanted to take a BOM class that semester. There are so many teachers to chose from but as I was scrolling through only one stood out to me, Kory Kunz.

I had taken other religions courses before and I may have been glazed during class, and rushed through homework, but I won't say that I WAS, we'll just let you decide. But this class was different from the first day. I felt the spirit, I learned so much everyday. I couldn't figure out why I LOVED this class so much and why I suddenly was filled with the spirit.

One day Kory taught a lesson on loving and serving others. That lead to him talking about his older brother who had struggled a lot in his life, and lost his way a little. Other people judged him and gave him little support. But Kory loved his brother and stood by him, believing in him. He wrote a song for his brother, called "My Older Brother". When he played the piano and sang his song, I could not contain my emotion. It was beautiful. My only older brother, Nathan was about to be married and I think that was part of it. I was embarrassed, but I could tell that other class members were also moved.

Then I realized why this class was so different. There was music everyday, songs that he wrote and composed himself. I fell in love with all his songs, bought both his CD's, and practically memorized every song.

My Uncle suddenly passed away and I spent most of the day with family. As I was driving home tonight, a song came on the Christian station that spoke to me.

"Where I Belong"

Sometimes it feels like I'm watching from the outside
Sometimes it feels like I'm breathing but am I alive
I won't keep searching for answers that aren't here to find

All I know is I'm not home yet
This is not where I belong
Take this world and give me Jesus
This is not where I belong

So when the walls come falling down on me
And when I'm lost in the current of a raging sea
I have this blessed assurance holding me.

All I know is I'm not home yet
This is not where I belong
Take this world and give me Jesus
This is not where I belong

When the earth shakes I wanna be found in You
When the lights fade I wanna be found in You

All I know is I'm not home yet
This is not where I belong
Take this world and give me Jesus
This is not where I belong
[x2]

Where I belong, where I belong
Where I belong, where I belong

This song reminded me of my uncle, and it made me happy to be reminded that he is with loved ones. There is no more pain or confusion. He is happy and warm.

When my Grandpa Hansen passed away a few years ago, me, my mom and sisters sang Hymns to him by his bedside. My grandfather was not active in the church, but he could feel the spirit that day. He was in a lot of pain and sleeping a lot. He opened his eyes and looked at us the entire time we sang. I could feel the spirit very strongly, and it was one of the most beautiful moments in my life. Music has no prejudice. It doesn't matter where you are in this life. On what mile marker we are in our travels through the journey of life and our eternal existence. It doesn't matter if we believe in God, if we are old, young, boy or girl, rich or poor. Play some music with inspiring lyrics, and our hearts will be touched and we will feel love. If we are too stubborn to see what we are doing wrong, or too angry, or if we have just lost our way, we needn't look any farther than music. Maybe we have a friend or neighbor who does not interested in church or the gospel and we are struggling to find a way to reach them. The answer is simple. MUSIC.

Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last.

Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise
On earth, believing, to Thy Lord on high;
Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,
So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye.
Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine
Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.

Mealea's 1st Birthday!

Last week was pretty fun in the Som household. My birthday was Monday, and Mealea's was on Wednesday. We had a small get together at our house with just family.

Look how happy Mealea is on her birthday.

She loves being the center of attention, what baby doesn't?

I made two cakes for her birthday. This one is just watermelon, honeydew, and cantaloupe with a few berries and grapes stuck to it with toothpicks

This one is chocolate cake. We've gotta get her started on her chocolate addiction early

We had spaghetti for dinner, a Som birthday tradition for baby's 1st birthday

We made spaghetti noodles and spaghetti squash. Mealea likes both!

Mealea enjoying her chocolate cake. She only ate a few bites and was satisfied, she loves food, but she doesn't eat very much dessert. I guess she's like her daddy, because we all know she didn't get that from me!

Mealea and her Meemaw, (my mom)

I forgot to take a group picture of all the birthday guests. :( But we had my mom, my sister Abi, brothers Eli and Andrew. We also had my brother Nicholas and his wife Lindsey. My sister in law Erica with her girls, Allison and Natalie. My dad and my brother Nathan couldn't make it because its potato harvest season. My brother Isaac and Sister Hilary are in Rexburg going to school and couldn't make it either. My sister Amanda was also out of town working. I wish everyone could have made it to her party, but they all sent their love to Mealea and her birthday was perfect!

She was pretty tired at the end of the party and was ready for bed. I think Sawyer was the most excited for Mealea's birthday. He was talking about cake and birthdays for weeks. My brother Eli just celebrated his 13th birthday in mid September and Sawyer was so excited he's been talking about it ever since. My 4 year old niece Allison, and my almost 2 year old niece Natalie were at the party too. They were all hopped up on sugar and from all the balloons everywhere and were running everywhere squealing in excitement. 

As nice as the party was, it was also nice when 8 rolled around and we could put the kids to bed and re-gather ourselves.

26

Time speeds up the older I get. I am about to celebrate my birthday in about a week and a half. Ever since I can remember, I've always anticipated my birthday, waiting to see that older number. I wanted to be older, always. But a few months ago I decided I was good with where I am. 25 years old sounded great. Old enough to get (some) respect, but young enough to be wrinkle and grey hair free. Young enough to have loads of energy, no health problems, and easily bounce back from pregnancy and injury and what not. People always talk about young beautiful women, but they seem to stop by age 25. If you are older than 25, you are still young, but not young enough to be used as an example of a young woman.  So here I am, about to cross that line. You can't get time back.

So I wanted to stay 25 forever. But now I know that is not what I really want. I want to live life and see what is ahead for me. I want to learn and grow. I want to become more respected. I want to someday be considered wise. I want to help others through this journey. And most of all, I want to meet future children and other family members (nieces, nephews, in laws, ect)

My dad mentions often that he doesn't like growing older. On his 49th birthday two years ago, he said that the older you get, the bigger your family gets. The more posterity you have to share your life with. That's a great way to look at it.

I've still got many years to come. I want to embrace life's experiences with my family. I want to teach my kids, and enjoy watching them experience life. I want to grow old with my husband, but I don't want to think about that now. So who cares what number I will see on my birthday cake October 1st.

Two days later I will see a beautiful number 1 on my daughter's birthday cake. That's what life's all about :)

Bring on 26, I hope its as beautiful as 25 was.

Mom? What You Doing?

Sawyer asks me 5 million times a day, "Mom, What you doing?" Several times in a row even. It never gets old.... for him! I feel like I have to answer every time, it just doesn't feel right to ignore him and not give him an answer. So it makes me realize how I spend my time, and sometimes the answers make me laugh. One time I was sleeping, so he gave me the courtesy of whispering "mom, what you doing?" 

Tonight I am looking at old and new pictures. I found some of the kids that remind me of each other. Like this one of Mealea,

And Sawyer

Sawyer

Mealea

Sawyer at birth

And Mealea

This one reminds me of Weekend At Bernie's

This one is just the funniest picture I've ever seen

This picture....ummmm... I don't know

This one reminds me of E.T.

This one makes my heart melt

This one makes me laugh

This one makes me proud

But this one, makes me grateful of all that I am blessed with.

Family Pictures

My Cousin's wife, Katelyn Wray took our family pictures last month. She also took Mealea's newborn pictures, she did a great job. If you want to check her out her website is....

katelynwrayphotography.com

We hadn't taken family pictures in a while.... This was our last one

Sawyer was 9 months old in this picture, and he is now 2 1/2.

I thought it was hard taking these family pictures in 2010, but oh...how naive I was as to how bad it could get.

The family picture above was taken at Sears. Indoors. With one kid. And my mom there to help him smile standing behind the camera. One little corner of the studio, that was it. It was easy.

But last month we had an interesting experience trying to take pictures. The kids refused to smile, really we only got one family picture with all of us smiling. They didn't want to sit in one stop, they wanted to explore. Every time they moved their clothes got dirty, then they would wipe their feet on our clothes. Mealea cried and whined a LOT.

It was fun! But I'm sure every parent understands.

The best part about these pictures is that we are done and don't have to take new ones for a while!

Home Sweet Home

Saturday September 1st marked one year in our house. Time goes by so fast, I can't believe its been one year. We were so lucky to get this house. It was a HUD home, a foreclosure, so we got a great deal. There were a lot of people interested, and many many bids. The house was open for people to place bids for only 10 days. After which they would open and review them all and select one. We came in only $1,000 over listing price, and I think several others came in at about the same price. But we were chosen!

Before our inspection we found water pouring from the ceiling in one of the bathrooms. Because of strict rules, we weren't allowed to touch anything until after we officially closed so we weren't able to go in and see the extent of the damage. We had to go with the deal hoping that it wasn't too bad because HUD homes are sold as is, they do not offer any money for repairs. We felt that it would be worth it for us to proceed, we had faith that it wouldn't be too expensive. After we closed on the house we had plumbers come in and the repairs were only about $500.

This house has been such a blessing for our family. We have plenty of room, a great neighborhood with amazing, kind and helpful neighbors. We are in a cul de sac so there isn't much traffic (which is a must with my adventurous kids).

 When we moved in, I was 35 weeks pregnant with Mealea, and it was still really hot outside. It was hard, I was miserable. My feet were so swollen I couldn't wear any shoes. Little Sawyer was confused at first, he cried and whined a lot, always asking to go home. He had to stay by my side for the first week, he was scared of being in a room alone. But after that first week, he's been just fine and grown to love all the space and the yard.

It was a long hard road that led us to this house. But I have found that the long hard roads always bring us to the most beautiful places. That includes having children. Its no secret that it can be hard, stressful, and sometimes may drive you to the brink of insanity. But nothing compares to the love, joy and beauty children bring into life. (funny...as I type this, my little monkeys are fighting, and so it begins......)

New Job

Three months ago, Samong left his Clinician job CSS to accept a new job at another agency because they were hopeful they would have many opportunities of growth for him, being a new agency that is growing fast. The job seemed like it would be a great opportunity for him and our family. When he started they put him in PSR with the promise of moving him to the position of Clinician with salary pay in about 6 weeks time. The weeks seemed to drag on forever. He worked in Blackfoot so it was a lot of driving, and didn't get home until almost 8:30-9:30 most nights. He didn't like how the company was run, it was frustrating for both of us. The 6 weeks passed and doubled and they still didn't move him anywhere. We were both beginning to wonder why we felt he should take that job if it was going to be like this and leave us worse off financially.
One day Samong came home from work, at 9:15 p.m. smiling from ear to ear. I struggled that night putting the kids to bed, they were still crying in their rooms. I was getting so discouraged lately with his long hours, and just having two small kids that were draining all my energy. He told me he got a call from the owner of CSS two hours earlier asking him if he was interested in the position of Program Manager at CSS. Of course he was and set up an interview for the next week. That interview was yesterday, and he got the job! He was nervous for the interview and the job itself. The interview was at 1 and he got home at about 2. He looked so discouraged and beat down when he walked in the door. He told me the interview was hard, and he didn't know some of the answers to the questions he was asked. He said he was nervous and stuttered. He said they told him he would be notified either way by the end of the business day. So we waited... 2 1/2 hours. The kids were both napping so we just sat there trying to find anything to distract us. We had "nervous" stomachs, and hadn't really eaten much all day. Samong tends to be over critical of himself so I knew the interview was probably better than he thought it was. I also thought that they asked him the hardest questions possible to see how much he knows, not expecting him to know all the answers. So I was still hopeful, but I hate the waiting game. Good things come to those who wait, and it's all about timing. We are so excited :)
Samong told me today that when he told the other agency he was leaving and gave his 2 weeks notice, they asked him what it would take for him to stay. Samong turned them down, too bad... they snoozed and they lost him. Now we know he took that job to teach him what NOT to do when running an agency. He could have been a valuable asset to them, and helped them to be more organized and to function smoother.
I am so proud of him and all his hard work. He is so exceptional at what he does. This new job will look beautiful on his resume, and help build up his professional career. Brighter days for the Som's ahead!

Sibling Love

Now that Mealea is crawling she loves to follow Sawyer everywhere. She watches everything he does, and plays with all his favorite toys. Sawyer gets jealous and pulls the toys away, but I remind him to share and he usually gives it back (even though its really hard for him). As hard as it can be having two kids, I love it more than anything. I love to watch them interact together. I can tell they love each other, and that makes me so happy! Sawyer will ask me "where's baby?" when he can't find her. Sometimes he answers his own question with "baby night night".

Before she was born, I was worried that Sawyer would be jealous of her, or act out because he's not getting as much attention. I worried for months, researching ways to help a toddler adjust to a new baby. Sawyer was only 18 months when Mealea was born, still a baby himself. I felt bad that he didn't have more time with just Mom and Dad before a new sibling came. But then I realized every baby after the first doesn't get that time anyway. After Mealea was born, I was pleasantly surprised when Sawyer showed no jealousy at all. He even showed a little interest in her and wanted to pat her head and give her a binky, bottle and blankets. We taught him to be soft and nice to her so she didn't get hurt. We were also surprised to find he was just naturally careful around her as to not hurt her. Since then he has grown to love her more. Once when Mealea was about a month old she was in her car seat in the living room screaming. Sawyer ran over and paced the floor looking a little worried and anxious. He scanned the area and found her binky and put it in her mouth (upside down so it fell out). Then he found her blanket and gently put it over her body careful to keep her face free. That was one of the most beautiful moments I've ever seen. I have caught him numerous times since then watching how I comfort her and trying it out. He is such a sweet boy. I was worried for nothing ( I KNOW SAMONG...)

Mealea also loves her brother. When I get her out of her crib from a nap or in the morning Sawyer is usually with me. Her eyes burst with joy, love and excitement when she sees him. Her arms fly, her legs kick and she squeals in delight. As soon as I put her down, she grabs his head and licks it (gives kisses). I LOVE IT!

I wanted another boy because since they were close in age I thought it would be fun to have little best friends playing and laughing together. I have that now with a little boy and a little girl, its perfect.



Having two kids is an adventure, but it comes with some work. The past week 1/2, two weeks has been rough. Mealea cut her first tooth and it took a week just to pop up completely. It's still tiny, but it's done coming through the gums. A week of her crying all the time, not eating very good and just not being herself. That may not be that long, but it's long to me because all of Sawyer's teeth popped up in two days time. He was a little fussy, but back to normal in no time. Then she had a huge reaction when we fed her bananas and banana/apple/strawberry baby food on Monday. Her rash was so bad she stayed up all night (until 3:30 am) crying and scratching. The next two days she cried most of the day unless I held her. Her rash is getting better but it takes a while. Samong gets home from work Mon-thurs between 8-9pm right now so I am slowing going mad. He interview's for a new job on Tuesday, we really need this job. It's a big pay raise plus he will be home at a normal time.

Little Helper

Sawyer likes to "help" out around the house. Like any kid (maybe any kid X 10) he loves to be hands on. I love the joy in his face as he learns something new, or thinks he's the biggest boy in the world. He has always been so determined. He crawled at 6 months, walked at 10, and could walk up the down the stairs like a big boy standing up at 18 months. He's all boy...

Here is is at Home Depot with daddy using a tape measure

He also likes to help with the dishes

He even wants to help put Mealea "night night" (except that's his bed)

Here he is vacuuming the house, he is so cute:)

Father/Daughter Love

Samong has had a special bond with his daughter from the moment she was born. I've never seen him more in love..it's the truth. I love that our second child is a girl, so now we can enjoy having one of each for a while. She loves her daddy very much. She recently started doing some hyperventilation thing when she see's him. Her face is priceless! She knows how to get what she wants from him already. She'll be playing happily on the floor with her toys, completely content... Until Samong walks in the room and she whines and begs for him to pick her up. I can't wait to see what happens when she's old enough to date!

Most people say Mealea looks like Samong......everyone else hasn't met her!

Daddy's little girl

Baby Blessing & A Wedding

We blessed Mealea on December 5th when she was two months old. Samong blessed her in Cambodian like he did with Sawyer. I am always so scared they will scream during the blessing into the microphone, but they haven't so far. I'm also worried that for the short time they wear an all white expensive outfit they will blow out (perhaps while all the men hold them during the blessing). My kids have always been good at pooping and blowing out. But so far so good:) This was the best picture I could get of them together, I like that they are doing the same hand gesture here.

I'm sure if I kept trying I could have gotten a better picture, but I was anxious to get these clothes off and feed them

I love this picture of Mealea, she loves to stick her tongue out

I have the cutest kids in the world :)

My brother Nicholas got married on December 17th in Idaho Falls. This is him with his wife Lindsey at the luncheon. 

This is Mealea in the dress she wore for Nick's wedding, she looked so cute in it. My sister Amanda took this picture, I think Mealea was a little nervous because I wasn't in the room.

Mealea playing with Daddy at Nick and Lindsey's reception