Thursday, August 31, 2017

Stitches Sundays

We moved into our house and decided to start a new tradition. Every two weeks, on Sundays, someone in our family will get some type of stitches. Sounds fun right? J/K it needs to stop. What's even funnier is that on the off Sundays someone is too sick to go to church.

It all started the third Sunday we were in our house. We were just about to leave for Orem for family dinner. I asked Wendy to grab a garbage bag for me when she went inside to change after church. She took forever. Finally she came out quietly sobbing and holding her head. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "I was twirling in the kitchen and hit my head on the (very unforgiving granite) counter." I asked her to show me where it hurts and when she pulled her hand away, blood started pouring everywhere. I grabbed some tissues, applied pressure and ran her inside.

Long story short, it was on the line between tape/glue and stitches so we had our paramedic neighbor come look at it and he patched her up. Wendy was a nightmare. FREAKING out the whole time. It was just taped like a bandaid but she couldn't handle it. 

The next day I took her in to her doctor because we weren't sure if the tape would hold and/or if she did need stitches. They said she needed three stitches but they could also just re-apply the glue and tape. I looked at Wendy and looked at the doctor. I ran the scenario of stitches in my head and finally decided to just glue it. My poor Wendy wouldn't be able to handle all that stitches entailed so I spared her. Good thing because it took four of us just to do the glue and tape because she was flailing and screaming so much. No swimming or splash pads for a week.

2 Sundays later, one of my children was showing Logan a knife while clearing off the table. He grabbed it (like any baby would when shown something) and his sibling (knowing he shouldn't have it) pulled it out of his hand, slicing two fingers, one of which very bad. I knew right away he needed stitches. I made frantic calls to find an open instacare near us and I found one that closed within 10 minutes of me being able to get there. I drove as fast as I could and before even getting Logan out I ran inside to ask if they could help him before they closed. Prayers answered, they could.

He needed three stitches. I held him tight, giving him as much love as I could while three other people did what they needed to do to patch him up. It was the saddest thing. It was also nauseating. I will spare you the details but it was so hard to watch that I slept horribly that night dreaming about blood and gore and I've been there for many sets of stitches as a mom. I think it's just starting to take it's toll.

2 suckers, a bouncy ball (why do doctors give those choking hazards to babies!?), an hour and a half, and two new finger accessaries later we got home to put the poor boy to bed. No swimming or splash pads for a week.

Aaaand, two weeks later I was all proactive about getting ready for church early in the day even though we don't have church until 1pm and as I'm blowdrying my hair Brandt runs in with Boston in his arms to get a towel for HIS injury. Roughhousing near a coffee table doesn't end well.

One look and I knew just where he needed to go. This time I had another adult with me. Yay for Uncle Joshua visiting!

Snapchat filters are the perfect distraction for a hurting three year old. They did 4 staples in the back of his head and no swimming or splash pads for a week. I'm now saving church clothes until right before church to spare the stain treating.

A week later I took him in to get them out. He was a champ for the first one and it got progressively worse for each one after that with me basically having to restrain him at the end.

But, they are out and we are done with that.

While waiting we had some more snapchat fun to distract him. He was laughing so much making videos and these are my favorites:

Two weeks later no one had to get stitches but I had to go to the ER for a ruptured ovarian cyst, kidney stone and bladder infection. But, it wasn't on a Sunday (missed it by 26 hours) so it doesn't count apparently. Have we broken the cycle?!

Yay for meeting our deductible so fast! We are winners!

Monday, August 21, 2017

Last Day of Summer Vacation 2017

Even though we tried SO hard to fight it, the last day of summer came. I decided to treat ourselves to a fun day celebrating the last day of our freedom before school starts next week. We were going to go to a pool but they were either closed for maintenance or opened too late in the day so we chose Chuck E Cheese. Unfortunately when we pulled up we noticed they weren't just closed, they were gone, bye-bye, no more occupying that space. So, Nickel City it was!

The first thing Boss wanted to do was ride this merry-go-round:

Jane didn't but it had three seats so I told her to hop on. "It would be fun", I said. Ha! After half a turn around on this shockingly slow ride Jane said, "This is weird", laughed, and then jumped off and ran away.

Wendy is still young enough to enjoy it!

Normally I have a hard time letting the kids play non-ticket giving games because... tickets, but this time I didn't care and anything they said they wanted to play they got. Plus, how cute are my two kids on their "mokey cycles"? I love the way Boston screams that pronunciation when he sees one... every time.

This game needed real nickels instead of the swiped card so I gave Jane a few dollars and let her have at whatever she wanted. She's loving this freedom!

At one point I lost Logan for a split second. This is where I found him, between an elephant and a hard place.

So, I swiped my card and let him have a ride :)

Our prizes: Boston a flashlight that has hard to find, expensive batteries that'll need replacing ultra soon, Wendy a taffy and puffy donut key chain that didn't come with the key chain attachment (we got a ticket discount on it) which Boston tore in half that night, and Jane a wallet that I told her not to get because she has so many wallets but I finally gave in and after taking the tag off she was super (SUPER) bummed because she didn't actually want it. Sigh.

So, after working out our feelings about our less that desirable ending to what was supposed to be a fun time at Nickel City we headed straight back to Lehi for their school open house where they got to see their new school and meet their teachers. Both girls were beyond excited and their teachers seem really nice. Logan though, um, he wasn't thrilled about being there because he was starving.

 After we toured all the rooms relevant to them, we got to McDonald's as fast as possible to end our fun day. Fact about Wendy: She ALWAYS want a chicken nugget happy meal. She also ALWAYS says, when I tell her to eat her nuggets, that she doesn't actually like chicken nuggets and I can barely get her to eat two of them. Fun fact about Jane: She is now a two ketchup-only hamburger fanatic but could eat 4 if I'd let her. Fun fact about Logan: He was SO hungry that he screamed until the moment I gave Jane the food and told her to shove it in his mouth FAST to get him to calm down. As some customers were leaving a mom said to me, "It was so funny how hangry her was!" So true. Sorry, Logan, for being so busy you didn't get your sippy of milk that usually tides you over till dinner!

I told the kids to clean up their trash so we could go and while they were doing it I ordered everyone ice cream cones as a surprise. I have to tell you, watching Jane carry all four cones from the counter to our table was very scary. I don't think I took a breath waiting for a sad outcome but she made it! Why so serious Logan? It's ice cream! This was his perma-face all evening.

Sharing food with him is starting to become a new diet for me. He's packing it in and leaving hardly anything for me!

My soon to be 3rd grader! Side note: 3rd grader who is still wearing the dress she wore in 1st grade... it just gets shorter and shorter but still fits.

Soon to be Preschooler!

Soon to be Kindergartener!

We had a great summer. We did a ton, they played a ton... what more could you ask for?

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Girl's First Camping Trip!

Last time we went to Bicknell we had a bad experience. That is completely understated. It was the worst. Life changing. But, the reason we went to Bicknell last year was for a super fun/funny unregulated (kids can go right up to the moving floats to grab the candy between rolling tires... so far no one has died I think?) parade that throws out almost as much candy as the kids get at Halloween and they love it. Their grandpa was raised in Bicknell too so it's part of us. I had to make it better so we planned a camping trip (no more hotels) and the girls and I headed to Utah. The boys stayed back to have their own little boys weekend (because camping with a baby isn't fun at all).

We were two hours late getting there because I just got so anxious about the trip that it turned into a panic attack but after Brandt found me and helped me through it, he helped me finish packing and we got out the door. At this point I was holding my breath, trying to change what Bicknell became to me.

We pulled into town and the first task was walking through rough bushes and animal bones to get a picture of the town's sign:

Learning all about rocks last year Jane HAD to take a picture with this one. Cute girl.

And then Wendy, ha!

Here's the skull that used to belong to all the bones strewn around. Jane thinks it's a coyote but I have no idea...

This is where we stayed and taking this picture led to so much drama, and a scary start to the girl's first camping trip. Remember, they are city girls. At first the girls were by the sign and Jane was freaking out that there were ants everywhere. I told her (like a good mom) to just deal with it and we'd be done in a second but they were screaming and a second later so was I. Giant ants were all over my ankles and man their bites HURT! I yelled for them to run to me even though I didn't get a picture and I quickly brushed us all off. I couldn't leave without a picture so I told Jane that I would RUN to the sign and she could take a quick picture of me through the van's sunroof. I stood there forever and finally asked her if she got a picture and she replied, "Um, I got 74." I ran back and checked for ants on my shoes and then started driving toward the campground only to feel a big sting and having to stop abruptly to brush off again. Needless to say, we were all kind of freaking out that there would be ants all over but luckily there weren't where we were staying. And, luckily the bites didn't hurt any longer than the initial contact. 

Since we were late, Brody and Jenni (who's camping trip we crashed) were grilling up hotdogs and we ate right away.

I refused to do a trial run of setting up the tent because I didn't think it would be hard and thank goodness it wasn't. We got everything set up and ready for the night and then explored a little.

There was a fun little river just across the road where the kids spent most of their time.

Pretty girl, pretty mountain. Doesn't she look so ready to camp? Ha! That's Wendy for you... flip flops and a dress.

Campfire s'mores!

So gooey!

I went into this knowing I probably wouldn't sleep well so luckily I was prepared for what happened. Neither girl could sleep (they took turns freaking out) because of the wind or the crickets or the darkness, you name it. Jane was the first to fall asleep (after completely stripping because she was too hot in her zero degree sleeping bag). I thought maybe Wendy had fallen asleep but about 2:30am I woke up from a very light sleep to hear the rain and when I rolled over, her eyes were open and she pitifully said, "Can we please stop doing this now?" Haha! I invited her into my sleeping bag and she fell asleep pretty fast. Unfortunately she was on the zipper side so I was hot and squished meaning I didn't sleep much more. In the morning, after Jane and I were awake (and I was still trapped in my sleeping bag), Wendy was still sound asleep.

Jenni and Ezra!

Cousin love!

Good morning sunshines!

The only thing we really forgot were coats which we thought we'd be ok without but in the morning, before the sun found our campground, it was FREEZING! This picture was when the sun just started saying hello.

Something was wrong with my lens when I took this picture but I still love it because... sweet Wenders.

Girls Weekend!

An ebelskiver breakfast (thanks to amazing Brody!), some morning exploring and then...

...the parade!

The big deal about this parade is that one of the trucks throws these ping pong balls and each one has a number corresponding with a prize at the grocery store. You HAVE to get one and scream as loud as you need or trampling other kids to make it happen. Each of the girls were lucky ducks and we walked over to the store to see what they won.

Jane and Wendy won light up fidget spinners and Lily won a Fat Boy ice cream. 

Before the parade even ended, Ezra decided he needed a snooze. Wish I could have join him!

The rest of the time was spent eating too much candy and playing in the river.

I think they had a good time. Actually I know because they wouldn't come after calling them 548 times.

There was a patch of rain so we ate lunch in the cars and then it was time for us to head back (a three hour drive).

While we were roughing it, the boys went out for pizza.

True boys night. Boston loves pizza so much he told us he wants to be pizza when he grows up.

After Brandt put the camera down, Logan was upset and kept pointing to his phone so Brandt picked it up and Logan started giving some funny cheesy smiles. Ha!

Verdict: It was super fun, a lot of work and I was so tired the next day but NOTHING bad happened to us! It was quite the redemptive trip and I'd go back next year sans taking a picture in an ocean of ants.