Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Fish Lake Cabin Trip
Fourth of July weekend we rented a cabin at Fish Lake. The fishing wasn't stellar, but the lake was beautiful and it was heavenly to get away from everything for a few days. The kids had to use their imaginations for entertainment since there was no tv. In the end they were very grateful for duct tape, tinfoil and rocks!! I got very good at docking the boat in a skinny slip that we shared with another boat (scared me to death EVERY time, but I never hit their boat or the dock). Trust me when I say the marina was small & those slips were tight-someone who has a cute little speedboat may not notice these things, but when you drive a school bus on pontoons these are the things you pay attention to!
Blog Update Coming Soon...
Don't die of shock, but I think I might just try to catch up on my blogging this week...
Almost a year's worth of catching up to do. Maybe I will be the one to die of shock!
I've decided on a strategy for catching up...picture review. The next several posts are going to be mostly pictures with a couple captions so I can speed things along. I realized that it's going to take me much longer to catch up than I first expected since we switched computers & half of last years photos are on the old computer & the other half are on the new computer. So much for some general categories like, all the camping or all the boating; now I'm forced to do it by months. AGH!!
Onward, I suppose.
Almost a year's worth of catching up to do. Maybe I will be the one to die of shock!
I've decided on a strategy for catching up...picture review. The next several posts are going to be mostly pictures with a couple captions so I can speed things along. I realized that it's going to take me much longer to catch up than I first expected since we switched computers & half of last years photos are on the old computer & the other half are on the new computer. So much for some general categories like, all the camping or all the boating; now I'm forced to do it by months. AGH!!
Onward, I suppose.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Do We Actually Get to Go In?
After the hideous week with Hayden, we went to see Rob's family in St. George. We got half way there and his mom called. "You've had such an awful time lately, we thought it might raise everybody's spirits to go to Disneyland."
We rolled into St. George, bought some good walking shoes for Hayden, Rachel and myself loaded our luggage into Frank & Judy's mini-van and off we went. We didn't tell the kids where we were going (they know Grandpa likes to go to Vegas so they assumed that was where he was taking us). Lauren caught me loading the luggage & said "There is no way we are just going for a drive with all that crap in the car mom. Where are we really going?" (she's had one too many surprise vacations to be caught off guard anymore-bummer)
Grandma let her in on the secret & it wasn't until Primm when the other kids started whining about our long car ride that Grandma told them we were going to Disneyland. After the cheering died down, Rachel asked "Wait, do we actually get to go in?"
We did go in and it was LOADS of fun (a little too crowded but that's why we usually go in January but it was still a wonderful trip) Thanks for bringing some happiness back into April Grandma & Grandpa!!
We rolled into St. George, bought some good walking shoes for Hayden, Rachel and myself loaded our luggage into Frank & Judy's mini-van and off we went. We didn't tell the kids where we were going (they know Grandpa likes to go to Vegas so they assumed that was where he was taking us). Lauren caught me loading the luggage & said "There is no way we are just going for a drive with all that crap in the car mom. Where are we really going?" (she's had one too many surprise vacations to be caught off guard anymore-bummer)
Grandma let her in on the secret & it wasn't until Primm when the other kids started whining about our long car ride that Grandma told them we were going to Disneyland. After the cheering died down, Rachel asked "Wait, do we actually get to go in?"
We did go in and it was LOADS of fun (a little too crowded but that's why we usually go in January but it was still a wonderful trip) Thanks for bringing some happiness back into April Grandma & Grandpa!!
It's been so long since we last came to Disneyland that Rachel & Hayden didn't remember it...They loved it & cried when we had to leave!
Poor Hayden looks so tired...he was such a trooper (as was Rob who was Hayden's Sherpa- carrying him through the parks for 3 days)
Praying He Broke His Foot...
We had the most hideous week in April...
Date night @ movies: our awesome babysitter Alex texts "Hayden won't stop crying. Acts like legs hurt-what do you want me to do?"
Like the concerned mother of the year that I am I tell her to give him some Tylenol, and a warm rice bag & he will be fine. We finish the movie & didn't come home until midnight.
Hayden cried every half hour from Saturday night until Wednesday afternoon.
Actually "cried" doesn't even come close to describe what he did...he clutched his legs writhing and screaming.
Rob gave him a priesthood blessing Sunday night. I have to be honest, I was close to coming unhinged after he was done. He didn't bless him that he would be healed, he blessed him with comfort and the ability to tell the doctors where it hurt so they could help him. Not quite what I was hoping for, but I am not in charge of everything (a hard lesson for me to learn). Thankfully the Lord loves and blesses us with those things we need.
After his blessing, Hayden told us it wasn't his legs, it was his feet. The poor baby couldn't even stand up by Monday morning. This is how warped I am, I was seriously hoping it was one foot, not both. Then at least it was probably something as simple as a broken foot, but if it was both feet that meant something more complicated. I found myself praying he broke his foot...it was both feet.
You know something really bad is going down when the Dr. gets another Dr. and then they send you to the closest hospital for a bunch of blood tests. She was worried that he might have Rheumatoid arthritis, great that runs in my family but I thought 3 was too young to have something that awful. I had a niggling feeling that wasn't all they were testing for & when I asked the nurse she was trying to be very vague and unalarming.
Being the blunt woman I am, I asked point blank "are they checking for leukemia?" All the poor woman could do was nod, the pity written clearly on her face. (I knew to ask because we had gone the rounds with Ben when he was 5 & they were worried about that with him...that nurse had actually given us the wrong results & for 45 minutes we thought Ben actually had leukemia. But that is a whole different tale)
On that happy note, we waited for a very LONG time for the results (24 hours is eternity when you are waiting to see if your child has something wrong with them). By Tuesday evening I hadn't heard back from the Dr. and there was nothing that was stopping the pain of my poor baby. So like a lunatic, I loaded him in the car & headed for my Bishop's house (he is a Dr. at Primary Children's). Something had to change, too bad for me he wasn't home (although he did call & check in with us several times). It was while I was leaving the Bishops house, full of despair & sobbing that Hayden's fabulous Dr. called.
It was nothing horrid!
It was a reactive arthritis that had settled in his feet (he had been sick the week before & they believe that his body reacted to the virus inflaming the joints in his feet). They put him on a heavy duty anti-inflammatory & by Thursday morning he was better.
Thanks for all the prayers, help with my other kids, and other kindnesses that people showed us during this ordeal. I am so blessed to have such wonderful people in my life, and I am so grateful that Hayden is back to his spunky, bouncy self!
Date night @ movies: our awesome babysitter Alex texts "Hayden won't stop crying. Acts like legs hurt-what do you want me to do?"
Like the concerned mother of the year that I am I tell her to give him some Tylenol, and a warm rice bag & he will be fine. We finish the movie & didn't come home until midnight.
Hayden cried every half hour from Saturday night until Wednesday afternoon.
Actually "cried" doesn't even come close to describe what he did...he clutched his legs writhing and screaming.
Rob gave him a priesthood blessing Sunday night. I have to be honest, I was close to coming unhinged after he was done. He didn't bless him that he would be healed, he blessed him with comfort and the ability to tell the doctors where it hurt so they could help him. Not quite what I was hoping for, but I am not in charge of everything (a hard lesson for me to learn). Thankfully the Lord loves and blesses us with those things we need.
After his blessing, Hayden told us it wasn't his legs, it was his feet. The poor baby couldn't even stand up by Monday morning. This is how warped I am, I was seriously hoping it was one foot, not both. Then at least it was probably something as simple as a broken foot, but if it was both feet that meant something more complicated. I found myself praying he broke his foot...it was both feet.
You know something really bad is going down when the Dr. gets another Dr. and then they send you to the closest hospital for a bunch of blood tests. She was worried that he might have Rheumatoid arthritis, great that runs in my family but I thought 3 was too young to have something that awful. I had a niggling feeling that wasn't all they were testing for & when I asked the nurse she was trying to be very vague and unalarming.
Being the blunt woman I am, I asked point blank "are they checking for leukemia?" All the poor woman could do was nod, the pity written clearly on her face. (I knew to ask because we had gone the rounds with Ben when he was 5 & they were worried about that with him...that nurse had actually given us the wrong results & for 45 minutes we thought Ben actually had leukemia. But that is a whole different tale)
On that happy note, we waited for a very LONG time for the results (24 hours is eternity when you are waiting to see if your child has something wrong with them). By Tuesday evening I hadn't heard back from the Dr. and there was nothing that was stopping the pain of my poor baby. So like a lunatic, I loaded him in the car & headed for my Bishop's house (he is a Dr. at Primary Children's). Something had to change, too bad for me he wasn't home (although he did call & check in with us several times). It was while I was leaving the Bishops house, full of despair & sobbing that Hayden's fabulous Dr. called.
It was nothing horrid!
It was a reactive arthritis that had settled in his feet (he had been sick the week before & they believe that his body reacted to the virus inflaming the joints in his feet). They put him on a heavy duty anti-inflammatory & by Thursday morning he was better.
Thanks for all the prayers, help with my other kids, and other kindnesses that people showed us during this ordeal. I am so blessed to have such wonderful people in my life, and I am so grateful that Hayden is back to his spunky, bouncy self!
Five
FIVE?? I never said you could turn five!
Here are five things I love about Rachel:
1. Her laugh is contagious
2. Dimples, big green eyes & naturally curly hair
3. She is extremely clever
4. Her independence
5. She holds her own against her brothers (& she always has)
*Sigh* I guess you are going to keep having birthdays whether I want you to or not...so I may as well get used to it!
Happy Fifth Birthday baby girl! I love you!
Here are five things I love about Rachel:
1. Her laugh is contagious
2. Dimples, big green eyes & naturally curly hair
3. She is extremely clever
4. Her independence
5. She holds her own against her brothers (& she always has)
*Sigh* I guess you are going to keep having birthdays whether I want you to or not...so I may as well get used to it!
Happy Fifth Birthday baby girl! I love you!
10 Things I Adore About My 10 Year Old
10 Things I adore about my 10 year old (in no particular order)...
1. Great sense of humor
2. A friend to everyone
3. Obedient & honest
4. Mad swimming skills (even if she doens't like it)
5. Trys hard to do what is right
6. Beautiful
7. Responsible
8. Intelligent
9. Creative & Artistic
10. Loving & sweet
You're growing up so fast! Happy 10th Birhtday Lauren! I love you!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
What's in a Name
I've been having some serious doubts about Hayden's name lately. I usually love his name, but the other day I was in a store & a lady behind me was getting after her child, also named Hayden. It probably wouldn't have been a big deal, except...the kid was not very cute and was terribly disobedient. I know that sounds horrible to say out loud, but you know good and well everyone has thought something similar!
Not that I can criticize too much in the obedience department right now...I just sent my Hayden to bed for at least the 10th time tonight. Make that 11.
I asked Hayden if I could change his name and started calling him Harry. I mean he is only 3, why would he care what his name is? Serves me right for asking, he wanted nothing to do with being renamed. He actually was belligerent when I tried calling him Harry a couple of times. I mean come on, what's in a name?
Richard Harrison, that's a good trade isn't it? Before he was born I asked Rob if we could name him Harrison...he declined emphatically.
His reasoning behind the immediate rejection was this: we knew if we had a boy his middle name was going to be Richard, after my dad, and if his name was Harrison his nickname was inevitably going to be Harry.
Stick with me now this IS going somewhere...(mainly toward the gutter)
With a first name Harry and middle Richard the teasing potential was HUGE based on the fact that the nickname for Richard isn't always Rick or Rich...do you see the problem?
Now back to my current quandary...couldn't I change the order of the names to Richard Harrison and have him go by Harry and be okay? I thought so, but now instead of having only Rob strongly against having a son named Harry, my son that would be named Harry is adamantly against it.
Hayden it is then, disobedient, ugly kid at the store or not...Goodbye Harry!
Not that I can criticize too much in the obedience department right now...I just sent my Hayden to bed for at least the 10th time tonight. Make that 11.
I asked Hayden if I could change his name and started calling him Harry. I mean he is only 3, why would he care what his name is? Serves me right for asking, he wanted nothing to do with being renamed. He actually was belligerent when I tried calling him Harry a couple of times. I mean come on, what's in a name?
Richard Harrison, that's a good trade isn't it? Before he was born I asked Rob if we could name him Harrison...he declined emphatically.
His reasoning behind the immediate rejection was this: we knew if we had a boy his middle name was going to be Richard, after my dad, and if his name was Harrison his nickname was inevitably going to be Harry.
Stick with me now this IS going somewhere...(mainly toward the gutter)
With a first name Harry and middle Richard the teasing potential was HUGE based on the fact that the nickname for Richard isn't always Rick or Rich...do you see the problem?
Now back to my current quandary...couldn't I change the order of the names to Richard Harrison and have him go by Harry and be okay? I thought so, but now instead of having only Rob strongly against having a son named Harry, my son that would be named Harry is adamantly against it.
Hayden it is then, disobedient, ugly kid at the store or not...Goodbye Harry!
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