Haircuts

Just before our trip to Utah we all went out for haircuts. Hannah and myself just got a trim but for Tyler and Karena it was a little more drastic.

Before:



After:

(Tyler is sucking on the last of his lollipop. Hence the face.)

Tyler has been asking for this cut for awhile but I just didn't want to let go of the last bit of curls he had. He gets so hot playing outside that he needed a haircut for his own safety. He actually got a little case of heat exhaustion on Memorial Day.

Karena donated her hair to Locks of Love. We are very proud of her choice. Now with her hair short we are constantly getting her and Hannah mixed up. I'm back to having to remember what they got dressed in that morning. If they are close to us and can see their faces we don't have any problems. But from far away or from the back we often get confused.

Karena Rides!

John has been working with the girls on riding a 2-wheeler. Karena has figured it out and loves to show off her new skills. While we were in Utah, John bought himself a bike and has now gone on 2 bike rides with Tyler and Karena. He took this video of Karena enjoying her bike ride.

First Word

Tyler sorta read his first word yesterday. After ball practice we went out to dinner. He started sounding out the letters of the restaurant that were printed on the stool next to him. At first he read, "ttt - ah - ah - ttt - sss." Then after a little prompting he read, "ttt - ew - ttt - sss. TOOTS!!" He was so excited. How lucky we are that the first word my little boy trys to read is "Toots!"

Lake Front Property

Early Saturday morning Karena, Hannah and I headed to a Girl Scout Day Camp. It started raining as we walked out the door around 7:20. We had to drive north of Nashville for the camp and it poured the whole day. The girls had a good day despite the rain. We played games, made picture frames, tye-dyed t-shirts and enjoyed each others company.

We were supposed to leave around 4:30 but opted to leave early due to the reports of flooding we were hearing from family over the phone. In our group were 3 parents and 6 kindergarten and first graders. We left around 3:30 and drove about 20 minutes when we heard we weren't allowed into or out of our county. We made a decision to head to a friend of mine. She was a life saver. She had felt the need to make a batch of spaghetti and had arrived home just in time to get my call. I truly felt blessed that she had listened to the Spirit. She accepted all 9 of us with open arms. She not only let us invade her home but she fed the girls and let us take over her TV. Many of the girls said that they never wanted to leave. After several hours of her hospitality we had to make another decision. Whether to try to head home or to find a place to stay the night. We opted for the later and headed to a hotel down the street. Most of us had nothing but a purse and the clothes on our backs. The man checking us in was nice enough to give us toothbrushes, toothpaste, combs, shampoo, conditioner, deoderant, and razors. I was very grateful for the toothbrushes, toothpaste and deoderant.

All the girls were wonderful. They were on a grand adventure and loving every minute of it. We watched "Ice Age," got them some more food, and then all retreated to our rooms. We did our normal nightly routine. We read scriptures (Thanks, Gideons!), prayed, and heard a story. As I was flipping pages through the Bible trying to decide what to read, Hannah suggested the Noah's Ark story. (Quite fitting actually. If it rains much more we might need an ark.) I believe all the girls slept just fine. I can't say that for the parents. I know I tossed and turned all night long.

Everyone woke before 7:00 the next morning and headed down to breakfast. I considered taking Karena and Hannah to church for Primary mainly just for something to do. At breakfast one of the ladies husband walked in. He had made it through Nashville taking a lot of back and side roads. I don't believe she had ever been so excited to see her husband before. The other mom and I discussed our options. We decided to try and make it home. If worse came to worse we could just stop at another hotel.

How we should have gone home

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How we actually made it home - The Long Way


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Driving home was tedious and hopefully an experience I never have to repeat. Imagine driving through a car wash for 45 minutes. Once we finally made it to I-40 the rain slowed down and it was a fairly good drive the rest of way. The wind was strong but we managed to stay ahead of another storm that was coming in behind us.

We made it home around 9:30. I walked in the door and yelled, "We're home!" It was neat to see John and Tyler both come running from upstairs. Everyone was so excited to see each other. I hugged Tyler and sat down in a chair and burst into tears. I had held it in for 2 days. I couldn't keep it in anymore. I cried even more when I walked out onto the back deck to see the flooding in the backyard.

Here is a video of our backyard. John took the ones from last night. I took the ones today.

Since the video has been made the water has risen even more. But we are safe and we are together. We are praying for the safety of those around us and that the waters will recede quickly. Thank you for all your prayers and well wishes.

Better late than never .... Easter 2010

The kids had fun with several egg hunts this year. All of them had a hunt at school. Although at two different locations they all happened in exactly the same way. Teachers and parents spent 20 minutes throwing eggs out onto the grass. The kids enter the field and all eggs are found in about 2 minutes. But the kids enjoyed it.

Tyler running to find his first egg.

Counting out his loot. They were only allowed 12 eggs.
Tyler's class
Karena and Hannah collecting Easter eggs.


The girls new class (I'll fill you all in another post.)

On Good Friday we dyed Easter Eggs. I was impressed with the thought all three put into their eggs. Usually during craft projects Tyler gets bored rather quickly but he actually put some time into this project.

We had a nice Easter weekend. It was General Conference weekend so we were able to stay at home and just spend time together as a family. The Easter bunny came to our house on Saturday. The kids had fun collecting the eggs he had hid.

My Easter Shriners

This is his hunting face.

She found this same egg at school, too! The Easter Bunny is certainly resourceful.

This is one of the Easter Bunny's favorite spots to hide an egg.

Soccer Boy

Friday was Tyler's first day of soccer. The boy was made for soccer. He's fast and not afraid to get right in there. Once he learns the rules and different techniques he'll be really good.


It was a little cool so he warmed up by running with his hands in his pockets. Helped remind him not to touch the ball with his hands, too!

During their practice game.

Saturday was his first game. It was quite comical. Kids running in swarms around the ball. The ref was constantly having to restart because the ball would go out of bounds. Tyler's defense strategy to keep the ball from going into the goal was to kick it out of bounds. Unfortunately our team only scored 1 goal compared to the other team's a lot of goals. 1 - a lot. And yes, that was the official score because I lost count and they don't technically keep score. Tyler had to throw it in once and actually bopped one of his teammates right on the head. This little boy is somewhat of a crier so I held my breath and prayed he wouldn't burst into tears. But he looked just fine - a little perplexed - but fine. I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would and I am looking forward to the rest of the season.

And finally a short video of practice and then the game.

Wordless Wednesday

Our Square Foot Garden

For Christmas I asked for "Square Foot Gardening." (Thanks Mom and Dad!) Since then I have been pouring over the pages, making charts and notes, and convincing John that this was THE garden plan. Thankfully he decided to try it for me. Truthfully I think he did it just so he might have some help in the garden.

Square foot gardening (SFG) is a method that uses less space to grow more. John built us three 4x4 boxes. About two weeks ago we filled them with Mel's mix - a mixture of peat moss, vermiculite and compost.



John also built us some mini greenhouses. Its great to have a handy husband!!


The next week we started planting with broccoli (the little bitty plants), carrots (what John's planting),

onions (This sprouted in just a week!!!),

lettuce, spinach and peas.

My lettuce seedlings.

Today I planted flowers (zinnia, freesia and blue bonnets) and some herbs (oregano, cilantro, and basil). John planted some potatoes. We still have to add tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers (bell and jalapeno) and corn.

I can't wait to start eating all the fresh vine ripened produce and the amazing fresh salsa I plan on making. If this works we plan on expanding for next year.

Ice Dancing and Patriotism

I finished watching the ice dancing competition last night. It was amazing. Team USA and Team Canada were phenomenal. (As a side note for all you who think ice dancing is hokey, lame, wimpy, etc: Try tossing and successfully catching your best friend up into the air while she is twisting and turning and all the while you are speeding along on two skinny blades.)

As I watched the Canadians skate I could see and feel the emotion involved not just from being at the Olympics but from skating for their country in their country. Scott Moir said it was like all of Canada was on the ice with them. I can't imagine what it must be like to know your whole country is rooting for you and cheering you on.

I believe in Patriotism - in being so in love and devoted to my country that I would give my all for it. I love the United States of America. I believe this country was formed by the Hands of God who lead good and righteous men here. They had a belief that something greater could be accomplished.

What could our country accomplish if we would all stand together and be united? If we were rooting for one cause and cheering each other on? I imagine greatness and miracles would take place. Unfortunately I see division and contention quickly creeping into all aspects of our country. I am truly scared of the direction we are headed. We need change. We need a mighty and purposeful change. I believe in what this country could be and in some ways what it once was. There are good people all over this country quietly living their lives praying that things will be okay for them and their families. There are a handful of righteous and God-fearing people trying to make changes. But a handful won't accomplish much alone. We need to be united and stand together, devoted to a country that can be great.

More random

I was trying to get Tyler to make a decision tonight about what he wanted to make for his treat for Family Night. As he was supposed to be thinking I heard him turning pages in a book. I asked him, "Tyler, how can you decide while you're reading a book?" He quickly told me, "Mommy, because I have a big brain!"

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Recently I've been hearing of different superstitious things the elementary kids try to do to make it snow. Apparently one of those is wearing your pjs inside out. I had forgotten that when Karena came downstairs last night wearing her pjs inside out. This morning we woke up to snow on the ground. She informed me that it was because she wore her pjs inside out. I smiled and didn't think much of it.

We had plans for that day that got canceled because of the snow. When I told all the kids we wouldn't be going, Hannah and Tyler were disappointed but Karena looked devastated. "Mommy, its all my fault." I was shocked and my heart sunk. I didn't want to crush her little girl dream that she created the snow but I also didn't want her to feel responsible for ruining our plans for the day. We had a conversation about how Heavenly Father is really the only one that can make snow. She was okay but still upset. Trying to keep things light I told her, "Karena, it doesn't matter whether you wear your pjs right side out, inside out or upside down." All three kids stopped what they were doing and in unison laughing, screamed, "UPSIDE DOWN!!!" All was well after that.

Random Randomness

Tyler: Mommy, I'll get prickly someday.
Mommy (quickly realizing he was talking about growing facial hair): Yep, one day you will.
Tyler: And someday you'll get prickly, too, Mommy.
Mommy (hoping and praying that won't actually happen): No, Mommy won't get prickly.

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On the way home from school on Thursday Tyler started repeating over and over, "Guten Tag, Guten Tag, Guten Tag." I asked him what that word meant. He told me, "Guten Tag is a great word to use in baseball."

He also learned konnichi wa, hola, and bonjour. It was cute to hear him all afternoon saying those words to himself.

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John gave Hannah a bath Saturday night. He finished and left for a minute to get a towel. When he returned Hannah was about in tears. He asked her what was wrong.

Hannah (said in a very concerned tone): My arm tooted.
John: Oh that's okay. They do that sometimes.
Hannah (said in a even more concerned and tearful tone): No its not okay. MY. ARM. TOOTED!!!

John went on to explain that he used to make his arm do that on purpose to make people think he'd really tooted. She apparently thought that was pretty funny and cheered up pretty quickly.

Winter Wonderland

Friday the snow started falling around 9:30 in the morning and fell all day until around 8:30. It must have rained and frozen during the night because when we woke up there was a layer of ice on everything. It was beautiful.

Saturday morning we bundled the kids up and went outside. The kids would barely break the surface of the ice unless they stomped or jumped.

They played around in the front yard while my abominable snowman (aka John) shoveled the steps and front walk.

Since we don't own a sled I found a storage container lid in the garage to use as a makeshift sled. We had a great time sledding down the hill in our backyard.

When sickness invades, sets up camp and refuses to leave

Since Thanksgiving someone in my house has been sick each week.  I don't know if there's been one week when someone hasn't missed at least one day of school.  We've had stomach bugs with and without puking (the new word Karena learned at school this week), the flu, 2 cases of strep, bronchitis, colds and various other illnesses that I couldn't quite figure out.  We've also been to the doctor on 3 different other occasions.  I'm almost embarrassed to call or go to the pediatricians office anymore.

Today Hannah's home from school with strep and I have to say I'm weary of it all.  I've started questioning my mothering.  What if I'm doing something wrong?  Are they eating the wrong things?  Am I not cleaning enough?  I've been trying to remind myself that this is a phase and it will pass but it seems never ending.  This blog post has helped and I find myself chanting in my head, "Be not weary, be not weary, be not weary."  Mornings are better than night times.  I find I have a fresh outlook after some sleep.  Not usually good or a lot of it but at least I'm getting some.

I'm trying to remember to count my blessings.  My kids get a long well with each other.  They even pray for each other to get better.  We don't have any life threatening medical problems.  They are generally happy sick kids.

Just to entertain my stressed out mind I've come up with three unreasonable solutions to all the sickness and germs:
1- Burn the whole place down - germs and all
2-Lysol bomb my home.  They have bug bombs why not germ bombs.
3-Lysol my kids.

Actually I think someone should invent #2.  I think they could make a lot of money. 

So in the meantime I will wait, pray and Lysol the heck out of my home.  Anyone know a good way to disinfect a computer and piano?

What do you do when your Mom won't sign you up for sports?

Tyler has been complaining about his leg hurting off and on for about 2 weeks.  I attributed it to growing pains, until Sunday night when he and I were up a lot of the night because his leg hurt so bad.  I took him into the doctor Monday morning.  After examining him she was worried he either had a hip issue (I guess those usually present themselves in the leg) or a hair line fracture.  They sent us downstairs to get some x-rays.  He had about 12 or 13 pictures taken.  He was extremely good and didn't move at all once he was told to be still.  I was amazed to say the least.  Then we rushed back upstairs to the pediatrician's office.  (It was their lunch time.)  There were no skeletal issues.  So she determined he has inflamed the muscle band that runs from his hip to his knee.  Apparently its most commonly found in runners that frequently practice.

 So to answer my title - You run your little heart out through the house and then go ahead and get a sports injury anyway. 

It clicked!

Hannah finally mastered tying her shoes.  She didn't even know she'd done it until she was finished.

I'll never learn.

A week or so ago Hannah came running into the kitchen screaming, "There's something poking me in my mouth!"  We looked inside and she had two teeth growing behind her two bottom baby teeth.  I called the dentist the next day and they had us come in to get the baby teeth pulled.  I guess if the baby teeth stay there too long the permanent teeth don't develop a good root structure. 

Well Wednesday after school I picked up the kids and we headed to the dentist.  Hannah threw up in the car just as we were about to get out to go inside.  I cleaned her up the best I could and in we went.  On a side note: I thought she was just nervous but after several more "incidents" at home I realized she had a stomach virus.  She acted just fine the rest of the visit.  They hooked her up to the snoopy nose/laughing gas.  She promptly got very giggly.  It was pretty funny.  They got the two teeth out without any problems. 

The following Saturday Karena came into the kitchen complaining something was poking her mouth, too.  Inwardly I groaned because sure enough she had a tooth coming in behind her baby tooth.  After 6 years, you think I would have thought to look in Karena's mouth before taking Hannah to the dentist, but no, no I didn't.  So Monday morning I called the dentist and made yet another appointment.  Thankfully hers came out with just some numbing gel.  I am quite grateful because it was a free visit, unlike Hannah's.  Although, Karena was disappointed because she didn't get a snoopy nose.

Both girls were excited to receive visits from the Tooth Fairy.  Karena had to remind Hannah to look for her Tooth Fairy money and Hannah had to remind Karena.  Sometimes they are so completely different and other times I think they share a brain.  Maybe one day I'll remember that.

From the back seat

Recently we were headed back from another doctor's appointment when the kids began talking about God. Tyler informed all of us that we were driving over God's hands because they were so big. They were invisible so we couldn't see them. I realized he was referring to the song "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands." I tried to explain the meaning behind the song and that it didn't really mean he was literally holding the world. I told him that God looked like a grown-up. That He was our Heavenly Father and He looked like a daddy.

This discussion of daddy's led to them discussing how many kids they wanted to have when they were married.

Hannah: "After you're married you get pregnant."

Tyler: "I'm going to wait a while after I get married to be pregnant."

Karena: "After you're married you have to go on a honeymoon. But I don't know why?"

Mommy: "Well, the two people getting married just want to take a special trip together."

Hannah: "To make new friends?"

Mommy: "No. They don't usually make new friends. They just want to spend time with each other."

Karena: "I want to get married in the summer so then I can go on a honeymoon to a carnival."

New Look

Check out my new blog look. I designed it myself. I got the instructions from here. Very simple and easy to follow.

Nutcracker

For Karena and Hannah's birthday their Great-Grandparents got them tickets to see the Nutcracker Ballet. A local dance studio was using it as their winter recital. The girls and I got dressed up and headed out to TPAC in downtown Nashville. We found our seats and waited about 10 minutes for the curtains to go up. During that time I got to answer the "When will it start question?" at least 2 dozen times. They were so anxious to see the play. I wish I could have taken pictures or video of the ballet. The younger kids were hilar-i-ous! Some had no clue what to do on stage. The russian dancers were probably the youngest group. There were at least 15 of them on stage. Each one of them had a little taped X on the floor they needed to find. At least half spent the first quarter of the dance wandering around the stage looking for their X. Some waved. Some twirled around in the typical little girl ballerina style. Once their dance was over they were supposed to back up about 5 feet and sit in a nice long row. They remembered in little groups of 2 or 3 to go sit down. My favorite though was the little girl that remembered to sit down just not where. She plopped herself right down on her X - content to stay there the rest of the show. An older dancer had to run out, scoop her up and plop her down at the end of the row. Just then a very experienced dancer came running out doing flips and cartwheels and all sorts of fantastic acrobatics. The little russian girl surely would have been squashed if she had remained in her previous position.

The dancing was okay but I enjoyed it. The girls were in awe the entire show. With each new dancer coming out they would ask, "Is that the Sugar Plum Fairy?"


Karena's favorite part were the Gumdrop dancers because their costume's made their bums wiggle. Hannah's favorite part were the Russian girls as well.

Because Karena and Hannah are girl scouts we got to go backstage and meet some of the dancers. The girls wanted to get autographs. They each had their own book and pen. They were sort of brave enough to ask for autographs. It did help that most of the dancers we met were in their early teens and loved giving out their autograph.


After we went to dinner and enjoyed talking about our favorite parts.

Thank you Great-Grandma and Grandpa for a spectacular evening!

Mouse Cooties

We have this cat, Rock Star. He's mostly an outdoor cat. His food and cat condo are in the garage, but we leave the door cracked a few inches for him to squeeze through and enjoy the outdoors. Since we live next door to acres of open field he has quite the playground. He's always out prowling and scouting for his next victim. He is an exceptional mouse hunter. I've even had occasion to watch him "play with his food." Watching a half dead mouse try to run away from its predator is like watching a car wreck and not being able to turn away. It was strangely fascinating yet gruesome at the same time since I knew the ultimate fate of that poor mouse.

Thursday was no different. We'd had him locked in the garage for a while since it had been so cold. The weather warmed up and we let him loose. A friend of mine brought Tyler home from preschool since Hannah was home sick - again. We were standing outside talking on the front porch when Rock Star appeared carrying a dead mouse in his mouth. This was not a new occurrence and it didn't bother me. As we talked I had to block him from bringing his "gift" into the house. There are some things that should never be in one's home. Mice, especially dead mice, are in that category.

As we continued talking Rock Star must have gotten bored trying to bring it in the house so he started playing with it. He would grab it in his mouth and toss it into the air. Not just a little toss but at times several feet into the air. For a while I worried if it would land in one of John's boots sitting on the front porch. Imagine putting your foot into that one morning. Bllleech!! He continued doing this all around the porch. He would toss it in the air, wait for it to land, push it around with his nose and then repeat the process all over again. It was kind of interesting to watch. Until....until out of the corner of my eye I watched the mouse fly several feet in the air, over Rock Star's head, and towards me. It brushed my backside and landed right inside my front door. My immediate thought was, "EEEEWWWW!!!! A mouse just touched me!!!!!" I was shuddering and dancing around in hopes of shaking the mouse cooties off of me.

But not only did I have mouse cooties, I had a mouse, a dead mouse, sitting inside my living room. Nothing in heaven or this green earth would have convinced me to use any part of me to get it outside. So I did the next best thing. I grabbed the cat. At first I held him over top of the mouse. "Get the mouse, Rock Star. Get the mouse." Nothing. Next I tried to use his feet to sweep out the mouse. Cat's are not good brooms. His feet didn't touch the dead rodent once. Finally I stuck his nose in front of the mouse and used it to push the mouse towards the door. I guess after a few times of the nose pushing he realized I did not appreciate the gift and grabbed it. I tossed him outside and then continued my dancing and shuddering.

So along with my germ infested home I now have mouse cooties.