Friday, August 27, 2010

First Day of School

The kids were so excited for their first day of school. They love their teachers. Bree came home and said that first grade is even better than kindergarten.














Thursday, August 19, 2010

American Graffiti


Tonight was the open house for the new school which my children will be attending. It is a beautiful school. Everything I had hoped for for my children. Pristine. Clean. Unmolested. Until that is, my child got a hold of it. There was a pile of markers sitting on the ground which Donny decided was for "decorating" the outside of the school. I looked appropriately disgusted and stormed my children off. Donny and I dropped off the rest of the family then we headed to Macey's for supplies, which he had to buy. We scrubbed for a good 30 minutes, but made little progress. I took him home, got a new arsenal of scrubbies and went back, alone. After another half an hour of scrubbing and EVERYBODY that passed by had to make some stupid comment to me, I went to find the principal to confess our sins. I feel sufficiently humilated. He asked for me to show him, after which he laughed. Then said they have industrial strength graffiti cleaner that will take it off in two seconds. He said I will laugh about it in 10 years. The head custodian said it was a nice break from the swear words he had to clean off of the high school. It's a good thing he didn't have to clean out my mind because there were quite a few choice words going through my mind tonight.

I do have to say, it is nice to report a story that is not about David.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

David....Again.


March 18, 2007 was a cold Sunday morning. My due date was April 20th. Sitting in church, the contractions would not stop coming, so Ed and I found somebody to watch Donny and Bree, then we stopped so Ed could change his clothes and we were at the hospital by 11:30am. At 1:37 David was born. A nurse put him on my chest and I knew something wasn't right. I said to the nurse,"What is wrong with my baby?". She said there was nothing wrong with him. I told her to come get him because something was wrong with his breathing. Moments later, he was rushed to the NICU. I would not hold my baby again for more than 24 agonizing hours. David's doctor said he was not improving and would need to be put on a ventilator. I sat and cried. My mom and dad were there the next day and Ed and my dad gave David a priesthood blessing. The nurse said David started to improve immediately. After three days in the hospital, I was discharged. David stayed in the NICU on oxygen and a feeding tube. I would spend the next 6 days going back and forth from home to the hospital. On the 9th day, we brought home our tiny man, weighing in at 5lbs 8oz. He would remain on oxygen for 19 days. Little did I know his lungs would become the strongest things on his body.
Today, 3 years, 4 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days later(approx), he threw the mother of all tantrums. It all started when it was time to get ready for church. He didn't like the outfit I picked out so we went upstairs to find a new one. I gave in and let him wear the jeans. He refused the tie, and I didn't want to have a major meltdown, so I thought a white shirt and nice jeans were good enough. We went downstairs to get his shoes on and that's when things got ugly. He did not want to wear church shoes. He wanted to wear slippers. Not just any slippers, his Scoody Doo slippers. That is where I drew the line, I refused to let him wear slippers to church. He would spend the next 20 minutes throwing a fit about the slippers. He refused to go to church. What could we do, let him scream through church? I stayed with him, Mallory was sleeping, might as well let her have a good nap before church. Five minutes later, he freaked out because he wanted to go to church. We waited til Mallory woke up about 45 minutes later.
By the sheer grace of God, I had to take Mallory out of my class because she was getting fussy, and it was then that I heard a very familiar sound. Cry. Scream. Yes, it was David. He didn't want to color, then when it was time to put the crayons away, he felt cheated that he didn't get to decorate his page. I took him out into the hall and all the doors started to close. He was loud! Ed heard him from primary and came out to help. Thank goodness. I went to get the stroller, and by the time I got around to the other side of the building, David was fine. I decided to take him home. There were only 5 minutes of church left anyway. In hindsight, I probably should have just let him wear the slippers to church.
People keep telling me one of these days I will look back and laugh. Today is not that day.
I love you so much, David. Thanks for keeping it interesting.

Friday, August 13, 2010


I have often wondered,"Who buys their kid $fifty$ dollar shoes?". I mean come on! They grow out of them in like 3 months, if you are lucky, and who knows how long they will be in style. It is enough to make any mom want to cancel satellite just to avoid the commercials. The children plead to have these shoes. Daddy gives in and orders a gift card to Kohl's with the Discover points. And voila: I present to you Twinkle Toe Skechers in Pixie Dust.Oh, and by the way, they were on sale for $35. What a deal.






The girl behind the shoes.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I need me some Jeffi!





































We were so blessed to stop and stay with Jeffi on the way home from Denver. We are as good as sisters. And I love having a friend who can remind me of the burrito that was hidden in the couch 20 years ago. It wasn't me BTW. She was a great hostess, and makes a mean pesto pizza!

Denver


After 16 years. Stacie, Me and Hannah.



Just wondering if there is an estimate as to how much CO2 is produced by human breathing?

And what, by the way makes one person more entitled to make it. Just wondering if I breathe 2 less times per minute if that will make up for the fact that I had four kids instead of two?
On our trip to Denver we stayed at the Best Western Hotel. The first morning at breakfast, we attracted quite a bit of attention. The kids weren't acting up. No shouting or arguing, but the fact that ONE person had FOUR kids seemed to stir the room. One lady kept giving me death stares like my having four children had somehow directly affected her breathing. Like she could feel the oxygen being sucked out of the room only to be replaced by poisonous gasses. At one point she actually bumped into me! No apology or anything. Had I offended her? Oh, how I wished she would have just come up to me and said what she was thinking. I would not have bitten my tongue. I would have just told her how enjoyable...ahem...night games were, and maybe she could benefit from them.


Here is how our trip went:


Donny and Sam at the zoo, just chillin'.
















Maddy, Bree's new BFF.

















Eli, so adorable.


















Sam is somewhere in the background. Here are all the kids.

















Denver zoo.















Hannah, how is your posture so good?



Bree and Madison.


You have to be really tired to fall asleep with cotton candy in your hand.

Hannah's awesome backyard.
Bree and Maddy.

Davy Doo




Just because you replace the countertop, does not mean you can consider the place "remodeled". Don't stay in the Denver Super8. It is dirty and hot.










Sleepy Donny and Mallory.