Let's have mexican

What do you get when you lay a baby down on a blanket to have a bottle and go to the kitchen to put dinner in the crock pot? You get a baby burrito!

He had finished his bottle and then started to roll around. He had held on to one of the sides of the blanket as he rolled. He was very content inside his little shell and when I unwrapped him, he held tight to the edge of the blanket. When I picked him up he squawked at me and lunged towards the blanket. I guess next time I'll just leave him wrapped up and finish dinner without a baby in my arms!

Ok, that's odd.

Two nights ago I was thinking that M and K had been going to bed so well lately. It truly filled my heart with so much happiness and joy. I didn't dare say anything about them going to bed good out loud. I figure that's like saying that you hope to never be called as a primary teacher at church. If you say it out loud, you'll for sure get that calling. So, I didn't want them going to bed good to change so I kept my joy to myself. I guess I shouldn't have even thought it. Last night did not go so smoothly. B had a scouting thing so I was on my own for the bedtime routine. I had them all tucked in snug like bugs in rugs and had gone downstairs. I knew they weren't sleeping when I heard the awful sound of little feet jumping. I take it as a personal attack when my personal time at night is interrupted. There's no starting to get annoyed, as soon as I know they aren't sleeping, I'm already bugged and have to remind myself to stay calm and ignore them. I listened to the little feet landing on the floor upstairs over and over and over. I felt like it went on forever, when it actually was probably only ten or fifteen minutes. Which, if you're interested is far too long to hear jumping above ones head. Anyway, the jumping stopped and the blessed quiet that comes from sleeping children ensued. The time from when all the kiddos are sleeping and us going to bed always seems to fly by. All too soon it was time to check on them and go to bed. When we walked into K's room I noticed his closet door was open. I cannot stand when a closet door is open, unless of course you're getting something out of it. But once you have retrieved the item, the door should be closed! Everyone that lives in this house knows that. Just thinking about leaving the closet door open gives me a little bit of anxiety. When I saw his closet door standing open I knew something was amuck. Then I saw the hanger hanging on a knob on his dresser. B made it to K's bed before I did and started to laugh. I looked up and asked what was funny. he pointed to K and this is what we saw.

 That would explain all the jumping I heard. His life jacket was hanging in his closet, so he had to jump over and over to get it down. I don't know why he didn't just get a stool, but whatever. This is one of the times that I wanted to be in his head so bad! I want to know what he was thinking and playing. I also want to know what made him so tired that he laid down with his life jacket on and fell asleep. I asked him this morning why he had slept with his life jacket on. He got a huge smile on his face and just shrugged his shoulders. The smile made me want to be in his head even more to find out why. M sleeps in leotard's and socks and K sleeps in life jackets. As long as they sleep, I truly don't care what they wear!

Family pictures

As we all know I am less than computer savvy. I had to scan the pictures into the computer since the lovely but way over priced photographer didn't let me have a cd with the pictures on them. Anyway, I apologize that they are so small. 

 This is at a local farm. It's awesome because there is an orchard there along with the animals and this beautiful rock quarry. It truly is beautiful and we all loved it there. We really wanted fall colors in our pictures, but this quarry was so beautiful that we didn't mind that much.

I love these three little people so much. Sometimes they make me want to yank my hair out, but mostly I just get to love them. How lucky am I?!

I know I know I already put a picture of them on here, but I think they're so cute that I had to put on another one!

She totally loves her daddy! He paints her fingernails and toenails. She only likes him to check her homework. (That may be because I have looked at it and more than once had to tell her that I honestly don't have any idea how to do whatever it is she's doing, so go ask daddy!) She likes him to tuck her into bed first and then I can come in. She wants to sit by him at night when we read scriptures and loves when we play games if he will let her be on his team.

Look at my cute boys! The photographer didn't have this one in the edited ones that she was letting us choose from. But I asked if she still had it. She said,"Well, yeah, but he's like totally squeezing your head off." I told her that's how we roll at our house and asked if we could see it. I loved it when she took the picture and when I see it, it makes me smile real big!  I told her that's how K is when he stands next to me. B told her that is totally normal for him when he hugs me. She looked at us weird when I said that I wanted a copy of this one. This little 4x6 was totally worth every penny! I love my boys so much! I love M too, but a little boy needs his mom like a little girl needs her dad. I feel like our little kids aren't going to be little for very much longer and so of course I want pictures of them exactly the way that they are so that I can remember things like how he tries to strangle me with every hug!  

Halloween

We are so happy that we live in a neighborhood! We were able to go trick-or-treating with a few families from our ward. We love that it gets chilly here! We(when I say we, I mean me and the baby only!) took jackets and actually used them whilst we were out and about. Having little kids is also great because we only had to go for an hour and a half and then they were done!

We love to get costumes for the next year at Target after Halloween. The Mater costume was $1.20 the chicken was $1and the vampire dress was $2. That way when they go through the costume box and decide they don't want to wear the Buzz Lightyear costume the we bought for $2, we don't care. They can wear whatever fits them and makes them happy. K wore the Mater costume last year. We went to a Halloween party for B's work. K was a policeman there. He was Buzz Lightyear at the ward trunk or treat and clearly he was Mater for the main event! It drives M totally crazy that K won't wear the costume that we bought for the year. She feels like once you make a choice on a costume, you need to be loyal! If we had paid full price I would agree.

This is a few of the chicken from the top. The eyeball looks kind of freaky, but the chicken bum is so cute! It's poofy anyway, but add a little diaper bum to it and it makes it really poofy! I wish that he could walk because I imagine that if he were to walk, the tail would shake and that would be awesome to watch! Trick or treating was fun except that there wasn't a whole lot of good candy handed out. When I say good of course I mean chocolate. They got a whole ton of smarties which are totally disgusting and should only be given to prisoners that have committed the most offensive crimes. They are for sure more of a punishment than a treat. They got a lot of sweet tarts and pixy stix both of which are nasty! Truly it's a tender mercy that they didn't get a lot of chocolate because heaven knows that I would eat it while they were at school or sleeping at night or for breakfast or while I was making dinner or anytime I walked past the cupboard, you get the idea!

Baby in a pumpkin

We totally stole this idea from Brent James and Sandra. They put their baby in a pumpkin last year. When we saw the picture, we knew that we would do the same thing this year. In my head I thought that we would carve out the leg holes, stick him in and be able to get him to smile his big smile that he does so well. He had other plans of course.

We tried doing it at the wrong time of day. This was right before dinner. He is the most smiley right after a nap. Right before dinner is not right after a nap. This is when he gets really sleepy. So he was not going to smile. The look on his face is probably because he was wondering why we were acting like idiots. We were trying really hard to get him to smile. Instead of smiling he just looks concerned.

After we had tried for close to five minutes to get him to smile, he got tired of us and decided to eat the pumpkin instead. He has tried pumpkin before and really like it. But, he's never had it raw. He gnawed some off and then

Sat and chewed it not really knowing what to think of it. We tried putting him in the pumpkin the next morning too. But, it had sat outside all night and was quite chilly. So, when we put him inside he took short little gasps of air because the pumpkin was cold. As you can imagine, there was no smile that morning either. But he must not have minded the raw pumpkin from the night before, because he ate it again in the morning. Clearly there is no picture with him smiling, but him eating the pumpkin is almost as cute!

Where did y'all come from and other usless things

No picture with this one folks, just have some things on my mind. I know that I was made in Utah and that that's where I was born and raised. You would think that I had been born near or on top of the equator. B says it's because I'm used to Florida and the suffocating heat. I don't concur. I think my blood must run only luke warm. Here's why I am going on and on about this. It was cold here today. Cold enough that I heard both of our offspring say, "kind a chilly willy billy." I had to wear long pants, sweats actually, long sleeves and a sweatshirt jacket thing. The temperature you ask? 72. In my defense, it was cloudy and cold.

Item number two on my mind, working out. It sucks.


Item number three: Family pictures. We found out that a lady in our ward does pictures. I asked her how much she charges. She told me it was only $55 for an hour session at a location of our choice. I truly almost grabbed her face and kissed her on her cheek. But, that would have scared the lass out of her skin, she doesn't know me well enough yet. Maybe next time. Anyway, we went and did family pictures on Tuesday. She knew a really cool place to go and I was so happy that we had found out that she does pictures. She not only knew a great place to go, but she called this afternoon to tell me that the pictures were all edited and ready to look at. So she is amazingly fast. We threw the kids in the car and went to look at the pictures. She did a great job! We told her the sizes that we wanted and then she dropped the bombshell. No wonder her price to take the pictures are so cheap! That would because the prints are not! Holy smokes, yeah we totally blew our family picture budget. At least they are cute and totally worth the over price she charges.

Item number four: bugs, spiders and the like.  EEEWWW gross!

Happy weekend?

Two weeks ago K was begging us all week to walk down to the community park so he could show us that he has not only learned, but mastered doing the monkey bars. School gets out so late and he is notorious for dorking around. Meaning that it takes him FOREVER to do his two worksheets that he gets every day as homework. So by the time he's finally done with homework dinner is already made so going to the park on a school night doesn't work. Last Friday there was no homework! We walked down to the park to see K and his bad self show off his monkey bar skills. He did it! He did it over and over and over. He loved it. B gave the kiddos a five minute warning before we went home to eat dinner. K said that he wanted to do the monkey bars one last time. He made it across to the little platform thing. He turned around and told me that he was going to do it back. Of course on his last trip across he fell. As soon as he landed and made the awful sound, I knew he had broken his arm. I went over to him as his right arm flopped off his stomach. I took one look at his arm and had to remind myself to breath. His arm was obviously broken. His elbow was bending the wrong way and his wrist was bumpy in places that it shouldn't be bumpy. I am so so thankful that B was there with us. I was feeling so lightheaded that all I could do was yell,"Look at that arm!" I truly gagged as I walked away. I am not one to be able to stomach such disgusting things. NASTY! B came over in lightning speed and just scooped K up and told us that he was taking him home. I put the baby in the stroller and M took K's bike and off we went. The ride to the hospital was so sad. He just cried silently as he laid his head on my shoulder(well, as good as he could in his booster seat. I was kneeling next to him on the floor of the car.) He would say,"mommy, my arm hurts." It was heartbreaking.

His arm must have moved as we were driving because at the park it looked a lot worse. He laid on the bed in the E.R like a champ! Thankfully Curious George was on TV so he was able to keep his mind off of his arm.

Clearly this is his wrist. Maybe they shouldn't send us a Radiology bill since it doesn't take a Dr to know that it's broken. He broke both the bones in his wrist. When he put his hand down to catch himself when he fell, he snapped these bones, they pushed up and

Broke his elbow in two places. This one is harder to see. Look at the ball of bone, go up to the dark white line. To the left of that line there is a crack. The other crack is to the right of the dark white line. OW! You would think that we've never given this child anything with calcium in his entire life. We have and we do every day! He just landed wrong and did a great job of breaking his arm. Go big or go home right?!

The E.R. Dr came in and told us that he had called the Orthopedic Surgeon that was on call. The Surgeon had told him to tell us to be there at 7:00 the next morning so he could do surgery. So, not only did he brake it, he had to have surgery to fix it. I understand that the bone wasn't out of the skin and that there was no internal bleeding. I also get that K's life wasn't in danger. What I want to know is why they couldn't do the surgery that night? I get that K had had some water and a fruit leather but by the time the Dr had gotten there and they were ready to go back, it would have been probably close to five hours since he had had anything to eat or drink. B tried to defend the Dr by saying since it wasn't a true emergency they probably didn't want to call everyone in. My rebuttal was that they were going to have to call everyone in on Saturday morning. I said that the Surgeon probably had plans and didn't want to cancel them. Maybe his wife had told him that if he cancels on her, his toast. So, we went home. Needless to say it was a pretty sleepless night for some of the folks that live in our house. he slept pretty good until 3. Then he couldn't sleep. He wanted me to lay on his bed with him. So, I was holding him as best I could without moving his arm. He was laying on his side, I was behind him with my arm around him. He was supposed to keep his arm elevated, so he was resting his arm on my arm. I could fill him finally starting to twitch, like he was falling asleep. All the sudden he jumped, his arm flew up in the air and he started to cry. I pulled him in close and asked if he was ok. He wrapped his other arm around my neck and as he cried he said,"I had a dream that I was falling off the monkey bars." I had tried to not let him see me cry because I knew that would just make him freak out even more, but when he said that I couldn't help it. We both laid there and cried. It was so sad. He couldn't have any medicine after midnight, so he cried a lot and said that his arm hurt a lot. Finally at five I asked him if he wanted to watch a show. Thank goodness for Disney channel! We were able to watch Phines and Ferb. He actually laughed a couple times.

We don't feel like we know a lot of people round these parts yet. I had asked B what we were going to do about K having surgery. He said that we could switch off, but I wanted to be with K the whole time. I also wanted B to be with us. I prayed and prayed to know who I could call in our ward to watch M and the baby while we were doing K's surgery. I felt so bad asking anyone because I knew that it would take most of their Saturday. I was longing for family or the close friends that we have to live close so that I wouldn't have to worry so much about it. The names of three families came into my mind. Heaven knows that I have a really hard time trusting people when it comes to watching our kids. I reminded Heavenly Father of that(like He needs reminding!...) The same three names were in my mind. I mustered up all of my courage and called a family. I have talked to this lady twice. I honestly didn't know if she would even remember who I was. I told her the whole thing, she asked what time the surgery was. I told her 7, so we would have to drop the other two off at 6:40. That's so early! She told me that was fine, she would be awake anyway because she was going to the gym. Bless her! For being willing to watch our kids when she doesn't even know us and for working out on a Saturday morning! There are limits to my working out and doing it on a Saturday morning is one of them! I am so thankful for ward families and that no matter where you go, there are people in your ward that are willing and able to help even if they don't know you!

He really didn't like the "party hat" that they had given him to wear. It didn't help that he hadn't been able to eat breakfast, have medicine or sleep. He was less than excited to be there. I asked him if he could at least try to be a little happy for the picture. Even a little half smile, he shook his head and stared straight ahead.

M.J was the CRNA on call. When she walked into the room and saw B she smiled and said in her very southern accent, "Well I didn't know it was your kid! They should have told me. Go change into scrubs and you can come back with us until he's asleep, then we'll kick you out so the Dr can do his thing. Would that be ok with you Tyler?" She kept calling him Tyler, he would just look at me, shake his head and smile. As soon as K knew that they were going to let B go with him AND he didn't have to wear his "party hat" he was able to smile a little.

B took a picture of him while he was asleep. I think it's awesome that they let him go back. He said that K did great, that he hadn't cried or anything. I think that was because B was with him.

I'm pretty sure that surgery should be deemed as false advertising. He thought that once he had the surgery, his arm wouldn't hurt any more. So when he woke up and his arm still hurt, he was not happy. I felt so bad for him. They gave him a lot of morphine. I don't know how much but B says that it was a lot for a Little kid. Thankfully the surgeon didn't have to cut K open, he just popped the bones back into place. Just thinking about how awful that must sound and how painful that must be gives me full body chills and makes me a little lightheaded.

He is supposed to sleep with his arm elevated to help with swelling. We thought that using a boppy would help because he could lay in the opening and have his arm up. This is usually what I find when I go check on him at night. Needless to say it took a couple days longer for the swelling to go down because he didn't use the boppy for his arm.

He loves his blue cast! It took 4-5 days for him to stop saying that his arm hurt and not wanting medicine every six hours. Maybe it was the blue cast that helped. The hospital didn't have colors, so he had a white cast until his follow up appointment. Blue anything makes this kid happy. Of course it was his right had, so now he gets to write with his left hand, which is interesting to say the least. Of course it happened three days before we were out of the 30 day waiting period for our insurance to kick in, but we are so thankful that he was able to be asleep while his bones were popped back into place and that a week later he is his happy self even though he milks his cast and acts like he is a cripple.