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Saturday, December 24, 2011

2011 In Review

It's a strange thing to sit down and try to sum up the past year.  It's hard to think back on all that has happened since January 1st and then try to express the ups, the downs, the triumphs and the disappointments.     Here is a bit of our year, or at least what is coming to my mind at this moment in time.

We rang in the New Year with our friends and fellow church members at the Voisard's house in Maple, Canada.  It was the first time that we attempted to let our kids stay awake and celebrate "out with the old, in with the new".  We were very far from home, but had a great time and the kids made it to midnight without a breakdown.  The reality of the situation of our family hit me that night.  We don't have any babies.  It made it much easier to sit back and relax with the grown-ups while our kids played, unassisted, in the basement.  They only to surface when more food was needed.

We spent the first 6 months of our year living in Canada.  We lived on Maple Lane in Maple City and noticed maple leaves about everywhere we went.  The snow slowly faded away, and then the rain came and drizzled away and before we knew it, we had made it through a Canadian winter.

The boys attended Mackenzie Glen Public School.  I love that all three of my older boys can sing "O Canada".  They sand it every morning.  (When we got back to Utah, they sang it to my grandma who married a Canadian and lived in Western Canada for awhile.  It made her cry.  Oops.  Sorry grandma, hopefully those were happy tears.)  I loved the way the school did so many things.  Their teachers and staff were amazing and very dedicated to educating and making a difference.  (FYI - Canada has three different options for public school.  1.  Regular Public School.  2.  French Immersion  3.  Catholic School.  Catholic School surprised me.  Separation of church and state?  Not if you're Catholic.  I'm not Catholic and I have to admit that it didn't bother me.  If people want a Catholic school, who cares, I still have a great public school.  Slippery slope?  I don't think so.  But I don't want to get political here, remember happy thoughts only. But I have to just add that it was interesting to experience a different type of government.)  The school was right down the street.  I could hear the bells ring from my house.  We had a wonderful neighborhood that we all miss.  It was perfect for us.

As soon as the weather calmed down, people started to surface throughout the city.  We found kids that lived close by that were in the boys school classes.  It seems like the snow had been keeping people hidden, but the warmer days pulled a blanket off.  It was so nice to be out and about, visit parks and start to see the sights again.  While we were in the Toronto area, we travled to Ottawa (the capital) and visited museums and saw Parliament.  We got a membership to a museum in Toronto called the Science Museum and spent quite a lot of time there.  We also were able to go to a Jays Baseball Game, climb the CN tower, visit the Royal Ontario Museum, visit the trains downtown, take a ferry to Center Island, explore Casa Loma, travel to Palmyra New York, Harvard, New Hampshire, and Vermont.  One of my favorite things was date night.  Almost every Friday evening, Glenn and I would venture out and eat food from around the world.  There are a lot of first generation immigrants in the city and we took advantage of the wonderful food that came with them.  The ones I can remember right now are Persian, Greek, Italian (since we lived in an "Italian City".),  Thai, Vietnamese, and Indian.  I felt my life was complete even without ever trying sushi, (probably due to a horrible caviar experience complete with dry heaves) but tried it for the first time.  The only food that we didn't eat while in Canada was Mexican because we get plenty of that in Utah.
Our gazebo that attached to our back deck - our favorite place for lunch and smoothies.

During the first part of the year, out of the blue, a recruiter called us and asked if we wanted a job back in Utah.  At first we said no.  Then through a long story, we decided that we would see if the job was still open, even though weeks had passed.  It was and within a couple of weeks they had flown Glenn out to Salt Lake and we had accepted a job.  With mixed feelings, we said good-bye to the wonderful people we had met and the beautiful surroundings of Ontario, Canada.  We made friends there that we know we will keep forever.

The night before we left, our neighbors/landlords had a party in their backyard just two doors down.   There was great food, swimming and roasted marshmallows.  They watched the kids as we finished packing.  
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It was a late night, but they woke up early to see us off.  Little did we know that our good bye would be so short.  We were back five minutes later when we realized that we had forgotten the cat.

We drove across Ontario and crossed the border in Michigan.  We told the border cop we were moving back into the country.  He smiled and warmly said, "Welcome home."  It felt good.  We dropped our car off in Detroit at an old high school friend's house.  "Hi, I haven't seen you for 15 years, can we leave our car at your house until the shipping company comes?"  It worked out really well.  Small town connections never die, especially with Facebook.

We then stopped in Chicago where our high school friends, Ben and Jana live.  Ben wen to high school with Glenn and I went with Jana.  It makes for a good time when we see them again.  Jana and I stayed up and cried 'til we laughed, or rather laughed 'til we cried.  Of coarse this was after searching for our cat who had escaped the van at 12:30 am.  Glenn and Ben gave her up for dead, but Jana and I kept searching and Jana spotted her by luck, or a blessing.  Who finds a black cat at 1:30 am in Chicago?  We were thankful we didn't have to tell Porter.  Chelsea (the cat) is his and he cuddles with her like a teddy bear when he is feeling down.  Of all the kids, he was the one who didn't want to leave Canada the most.  He wanted to live there forever.  So loosing his cat would not have made matters better.

We packed up that morning and made our way to Navoo, Illinois.  We stayed there and visited the sites and Carthage Jail.  We want to visit again since there is much too much to experience in a couple of days.

Our last night we spent in Cheyenne, Wyoming with Glenn's sister.  It was one of those surreal moments.  There we sat around her dinner table as we had 9 months before on our way out to Canada.  On our way out, we were experiencing a nervous anticipation.  We were taking the first step of a grand adventure and had all the feelings that go along with that.We didn't know what life would be like in our future.  There were a lot of unknowns.    Fast forward to June and as we sat at the same place with the same people, we felt like different people.  We reflected on the people that we had become.  I felt more confident.  I felt happy with the world.  Happy that I had gone to a place that was foreign to me, but that we had made a good life there.  Life had carried on.  We had loved so many people.  It refreshed my mind to the fact that there is good everywhere and home can be found anywhere.

We arrived back in Utah and found our home as we had left it.  We jumped back into life and Canada almost became like a dream.  It was as though things here hadn't changed much.  We were with most of the same people who were doing mostly the things they were when we left.  We had this experience that is hard to explain to anyone else.  I'm so glad that I had my family to share it with because the memories seem to dim as time marches, but I guess they'd dim whether we went to Canada or stayed put in our little home.  Time does that.  It doesn't wait for anyone.  It is a foe at times and won't pause or speed up as we desire.  But a friend at times.  Since it doesn't wait, it takes us with it.  It challenges us to keep up, but it won't leave us behind because it never leaves us.  As the year carries on,  I think of my friends back in Canada.  I think of how their lives are going forward, without us.  That is okay.  Life is supposed to carry on no matter what the circumstances.  That is when time is a friend.  We know we can count on it to go forward, even when we might be afraid to.  Sometimes we want it to keep going, or to go faster.  It seems my years are getting shorter, even though I'm at a point in my life where I'd like time to take a break.  I want to savor these moments a little more;  I want to taste them a bit more deeply.  That is my now.

The remainder of our year has seemed like a short breath.  We were able to see some of our Canadian friends in St. George after we came home. We spent the 4th of July in St. George and Paragonah, Utah - a tradition that we are glad we didn't have to miss.  We now have grass in both our back and front yards, a trampoline and a sandbox.  It feels complete.

Christian started the fiddle, played flag football, and started at a new school, once again.  He was a ranger, like from Ranger's Apprentice for Halloween.
Porter started piano, played soccer and basketball and started 2nd grade.  He was "Hairy Porter" for Halloween.  We got him a Harry Potter costume and then put lots of hair on him.
Warrick started Kindergarten again and can play 1/2 of Good King Wenceslas on the piano. (In Canada, he was allowed to start Kindergarten since their cut-off dates are different.  As a matter of fact, they have Jr. Kindergarten that you can start the year you turn 4.)  Warrick was "Dr. Super Mater" for Halloween.  His costume consisted of a Mater mechanic costume from Cars, a super man cape and chemistry glasses worn around his neck.  He added an elf hat so people couldn't guess what he was.  Just between you and me, I don't think the elf hat was necessary.
Stafford, I think, has no clue that we even lived in Canada.  We drove for a long while and now we call a new place home.  He still loves horses and wants horses, trains and a tractor for Christmas.  He asks at least once a day if it is time to open the presents.  He is in a co-op preschool.

So there it is.  Our year.  Our family.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Some thoughts that don't deserve a post of their own.

1.  I love the sound of a clicking keyboard.

2.  I tried to sneak in a 20 minute workout at the gym before school while the big kids were home to watch the little kids.  I had the kids repeat to me the things they needed to do while I was gone, eat, dishes, get dressed, read, etc.  I drove 5 minutes to the gym and as soon as I walked in I got a call, "Warrick just called 911!"  I have a feeling it is going to be one of those days.

3.  I like green smoothies.

4.  I'm looking out my back window and snow is floating lightly to the ground.  It makes me feel so cozy and so thankful for a warm home.

5.  When my cat sits on my lap, I don't want to move and will put off doing things as long as I can to just sit with her as she sleeps wrapped in a warm ball.

6.  I think it is so fun to have people coming to our door with Christmas goodies.  I love to be surprised by who is there and what they brought and I'm thankful to have people who are thinking of us.

7.  My 2nd favorite sight from my front window is looking at the houses of the city with colorful Christmas lights.  It looks like a winter village.  But my most favorite sight is looking at the windmills to the south.  I don't know why, but they amaze me and make me happy to see them spinning up against the mountain.  Maybe it is the grandeur of it, maybe the rhythmic turning, not sure, but I like it.

8. When I was younger, quite a bit younger, I was in a dance performance and we had two dances to perform and a quick change in between dances. During that quick change and with only moments to spare, I slipped on my black leotard.  Something wasn't quite right.  I took it off and upon closer inspection, I realized that I had grabbed from my drawer that morning, a leotard that was AT LEAST two sizes too small.  I'm not sure why I still had it lurking in my dance drawer, but I have lived to regret that it was.  To spare you the pain of those next few minutes, I just want to point out that when a leotard is too small, you have a choice, either it can fit over your shoulders and your behind partially hangs out the bottom OR you can bare your shoulders, cover your bottom, and hope it doesn't fall off completely.  I was not faced with great choices at that moment.  There was an internal panic.  A choice had to be made.  My sense of responsibility was greater than my sense of propriety.  (These two things have since changed places of importance in my life due to that 3 minute jig I was to preform.)  I did what I felt I had to do.  The show must go on.  We each had our part and I was going to do mine.  I made my choice, tried to compress my spine to lessen the impact of the size difference, squared my shoulder as much as my constricting leotard would allow and went out on that stage as though nothing was awry.  My shoulders were covered which meant... I'm quite certain that I put on a show for the dancers behind me that I'm sure they never forgot.  (If you are reading this and you were one of those dancers that witnessed the event, please don't tell me your side of the story.  Please.)  That was my most embarrassing moment, until... well, I'm not ready to talk about the next one yet.

9.  I get a kick out of hearing my kids talk to the TV when the characters on the show ask them their opinion or any question at all.  Their eyes are glued "in the zone" and their little voices mumble the answer.  It is a very important moment in their lives, as it should be.

10.  I got home from being out and about and noticed an unidentifiable streak of something across the back of my coat.  How long has that been there?

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Superhero - Halloween

Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.  ~Marc Brown

Saturday, December 10, 2011

In the Words of a 3 year old

I realize that these are not cute to anyone, but Glenn and I, but they are things I wish I had taken note of with my older boys.

1.  Glenn asked the boys what they thought the secret of success was.  Stafford waved his hand in the air like his pants were on fire.  When Glenn called on him he said, "Secret of success is no jumping on the bed."  I think there might be something to that.

2.  Going around the Thanksgiving table and saying what we are thankful for, Stafford said, "I'm thankful for my food that nobody take my food and that a horse doesn't poo on my food.

3.  "My fader died."  Drops his head and shakes it.  "He was in jail."  Head still hung.  Still shaking, pitiful.

4.  Laying under the Christmas tree, singing to himself, Stafford whispers.  "Happy Christmas to Santa.  Happy Christmas to Santa."  In the tune of happy birthday.

5.  Stafford, every now and then, randomly sings his version of Justin Bieber's song, "Can't say never.  Give it up, say never."

Friday, December 9, 2011


We are are in between cameras right now (due to my indecision) so all of our photos are either form our phones or our camcorder.  This is what I captured from the last couple days of October and November.

I can't remember what they were watching, but I have a feeling that it may have been the cause for the boys wanting to sleep with the light on.

There's no other love like the love for a brother.  There's no other love like the love from a brother.  ~Terri Guillemets

Warrick, Stafford, and Christian
Christian made Stafford an award ribbon for being potty trained.  Stafford loved it, but pretended it wasn't a big deal.  To prove his point, he fell asleep while I took the picture.

Boring story made short.  We hire guy to do our front yard.  Four weeks later we hire a different guy to do our back yard because front yard guys is slow and looking sketchy.  Back yard guy finishes - love it!  Front yard guy is still wondering where his head is.  Front yard guy says the work is done, yada, yada, he gets paid and Glenn finishes the front yard on his own.  We all helped lay sod with help from Glenn's dad, and nephew Eric.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Ready for School

 The band-aid is hardly noticeable with all that fur framing it.
And then of coarse, with any picture that I take, if you zoom out, there is a side story.  Attack in the bottom corner.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Nothing in the world is free - or so I thought.

I told Warrick that nothing in the world is free.  That someone, somewhere, has to pay for it.  Free samples are not free.  Someone has to pay for them, etc.  I don't remember what we were talking about exactly, but he disagreed.
"Friendship is free."  He said.
"No, you have to pay for it with kindness."
"But kindness is something that once you give away you still have it; so it's free.  No matter how much kindness you give, you still can have more kindness to give ."

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Porter's Special Day

 This was such a great day.  Everything went so smoothly and there was such a good feeling there.  We have wonderful primary leaders at both the Stake and Ward level that made this a breeze for me.   He was the only one from our ward getting baptized this month so we had the program all to ourselves.  Both grandparents were able to come as well as Cousin Eric who is attending BYU and his girlfriend Lauren,  three of Porter's friends, Andrew Haneberg, Spencer Price, and Will Blackburn, and Deb Horrocks the sweetest primary teacher that Porter had before we went to Canada- she and Porter have a special bond.  Not to mention Glenn and I and all of Porter's brothers, who were so proud of him.  It was perfect.

The Program
Opening Song: I love to See the Temple
Pianist: Grandma Small
Conductor: Granddad Small
(When Porter was 4, he loved this song and would have me play it over and over on the piano.  He would stand right next to my right arm and would never get tired of this song.  It is one of those tender memories that I hold dear.  I was glad, not surprised, that he chose this song.)
Prayer: Grandma Southwick
Talk: Bishop Wilmore
Musical Number:  Happy Family - Christian on violin accompanied by me
Porter's baptism - he was all smiles - even though he said the water was very hot - Glenn confirmed.
While Porter changed Amy  Blackburn played the piano as we wrote notes to Porter.
Talk: Primary President Sister Ellison
Closing Song: Families Can Be Together Forever
Closing Prayer: Warrick Small (Where he prayed that the scriptures wouldn't get destroyed.)

Porter was all smiles before and after his baptism.

Grandma and Granddad Small

I love these people!

Our family went to IHOP after.  Here are Christian and Porter enjoying Lauren and Eric's company.

I like this picture of the 3 generations of men.  Granddad, Glenn, Eric, Christian and even Stafford poking out.

The fight was over who got to sit by Lauren.  She is a great sport to tolerate 4 little boys who think she is so fun.

I took some pictures of everyone around the table.

Glenn was wearing his poppy that he got in Canada for Veteran's Day.  Everyone wears them this time of year to show respect and to remember those who fight for freedom.

Grandpa and his mini-me.

I took a pic of everyone around the table, but me.  I knew how to fix that - the old hold the camera in the outstretched arm trick.   I  thought it would be just me, but no, look at the angel that joined me in the background. :)

Wednesday, October 26, 2011


Two years ago when we lived in Glenn's parents house, I was afraid our boys would be lonely since all of the families in the neighborhood were much older.  Well, I was wrong and Warrick found lots of friends including the Day Family. He spent a lot of time over there and as a result, the family started quoting the things that he would say and named them "Warrick-isms".  When we moved, he was deemed the neighborhood mascot because he was seemed to be at every party.  One time we were at a party at Granny Days house.  We hadn't seen Warrick for awhile.  We looked into the backyard of the Well's house.  There were a ton of kids running around for their family reunion.  As we looked closer, we saw Warrick flying around with them as though he belonged.  He was having a great time.  When we went to get him, Mrs. Wells told us one of the relatives kept seeing him run by and couldn't figure out which family he belonged to. Another time, Mrs. Wells thanked me for letting him come over to her college age kids' party.  She said he livened it up and broke the ice.  I didn't ever ask for details. I just collected my little guy and went home and closed the blinds.

Anyway, he has grown up a bit since then, but every now and then he says something worth talking about. Here are two little Warrick-isms that happened in the last couple of days.

When reading the Book of Mormon, Warrick was starting a chapter and the first word of every chapter is in all caps.  Warrick paused at the word "AND".  "Go ahead,"  Glenn prompted.  "But it's all big." said Warrick.  "That's okay, read it." Warrick took a deep breath and yelled at the top of his lungs, "AND!!!"  Glenn and I were a bit surprised.  "My teacher said that if a word is all big, then you say it loud."  And say it loud is what he did.  Thanks Mrs. Gallagher for teaching our son.

I was trying to help him get his pants on and he was twisting and pulling weird.  I asked what he was doing.  "I was pulling my underwear down because it was in my butt.  No one likes that."

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Status Update

  1. I went in to check on my sleeping children.  When I checked on my 3 year old, the cat had her head on his pillow and Stafford was laying on the bed horizontally at her feet in a nice little ball.  Um...
  2. Warrick was talking to himself and we heard him say, "Tuesday, Threesday, Foursday..."
  3. I miss Canada.
  4. I love What Not to Wear because they teach people they can be beautiful just the way they are.  They teach them to love the bodies they have and to cherish your body now - not when you reach some perceived ideal.  The temples of God are taken care of meticulously and so should the temples of our bodies.
  5. I love Biggest Looser because I love seeing people work hard and improve.  When I was watching it once, Warrick said, "Is this the exercise show that you always cry during?"  Why yes, it is.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Status Update

  1. I try my hardest to keep anything creepy, crawly or with scales out of my house. Warrick brought in a Woolly Bear, but it was slightly mutant. It had white spikes coming out of the black parts. One of the other boys said it must be poisonous. He quickly tossed it to the desk right next to me. Perfect. 
  2. We found a tarantula in our front yard. We transplanted it to the mountain behind our neighbor's house.:) The releasing procedure consisted of lots of jumps and squeals and adrenilin spikes.
  3. We have been having more than normal amounts of candy corn and caramel squares. When Stafford goes potty, we all celebrate. "Take one and pass it around." 
  4.  Porter's teacher, Mrs. Jarvis, is trying hard to encourage the good kids. She gave him a special signal that she does for him so that he knows he's doing well. She also gives little notes every now and then. I appreciate the extra effort she is trying to put forth. 
  5. We are so excited to have a back yard. The highlight is a sandbox that is shaded for 23 hours of the day. 
  6.  Our front yard landscaper was "let go" due to thinking that telling a lie isn't a lie if it benefits him. And due to the fact that we have different opinions about cutting corners. Who needs sprinkler heads on their sprinkler system anyway?  That's bonus, right?  What??? You actually wanted your drains to work?  You didn't tell me that!
  7.  Christian is playing football and the fiddle. I enjoy watching both.
  8.  Porter is playing soccer and piano.  I love watching his soccer and I'm teaching him piano.  
  9. Stafford sometimes will come out of the bathroom and be proud that he did his business in the dark.  I can't put my finger on it, but I feel very uneasy about that accomplishment.. 
  10. I like to see dogs running with their owners without leashes. It reminds me of the days when there were less restrictions. 
  11. I like Mitt Romney. 
  12. I'm holding out hope that our cat or another larger variety of cat will not poop in our sandbox. 
  13. I can already tell that the rocks used to make our yard look pretty are going to be thrown at people more than they ought to be. 
  14. I love Christian's fiddle teacher. 
  15. My boys both have good coaches this season. Thank you!!! 
  16. Warrick just used air quotes when he said his Kindergarten teacher's name. I'm not sure what that means. 
  17. I fund our library with late fees. Springville taxes are lower thanks to me. If I ever run for office I will make sure I mention this. 
  18. I'm thinking of ways to not dread winter and to "embrace" it instead. A winter sport? 
  19. One of my favorite things is watching my kids play together. 
  20.  I feel blessed to have a dad that believes in me.
  21. We found two baby pheasants in our garage, one dead and one pecking at the window. Porter and I tip-toed to the outside of the window and popped up and pounded on the window and roared to scare the poor little thing.  It flew/jumped onto a high ledge. Turns out it was too young to fly. We found this out later, after we scared it down. We then herded it out of the garage with a make-shift shepherds crook.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Just an afternoon hike

I took the boys on a hike in the canyon behind our house. We made it all the way to Sherwood Forest*** before it was time to turn back. Porter and Christian wanted to climb to Komodo Rock (Warrick refuses to call it this and wants it to be Snake Rock or Chicken Rock. He was out-voted, but still feels strongly on the issue.). This is a rock that was across the little ravine. They seemed to be doing pretty well and while it would be hard to get to them, they really weren't that far away (as the crow flies) so we could yell to each other and communicate, if needed. After climbing the rock that looked like a Komodo Dragon, they started to go up the hill instead of down. I called for them to find a trail that was lower on the mountain. They started in one direction, then suddenly turned and started going back the way they came. Warrick, Stafford and I were sitting in the shade watching them. When they got down a bit, we called to them and waved. They waved with smiles and kept running. I didn't think a thing of it as they ran the entire way home. When I got home they were sitting on our porch swing sipping water and relaxing. They said they had something to tell me and progressed to explain the adventure from their perspective. When they were by Komodo rock, they looked up above them on the mountain and saw a coyote.
That was when they "suddenly turned and started going back the way they came". When I called to them and they waved and smiled, without breaking stride, Christian told me that they were forcing smiles to try to look normal so I wouldn't be worried. We then spent the next little while looking at coyotes on the internet and even wolves and foxes to make sure it really was a coyote. They actually identified it as a jackal until we found that Jackals only live in Africa and India. Um, maybe it was a coyote. (***We name the places of interest. There is the Fishbowl, Eagle Pass, Komodo Rock, Sherwood Forest, The Cliff, Happy Tree, Bear Tree and Pride Rock. And as of yesterday we now have Coyote Crossing.)

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Time to go to school and how did that poo get there?

We were getting on our shoes and I was about to take the kids to school. And then I hear it, my three year old was in the bathroom saying something about poo. I crack open the door, hoping for the best, but knowing better since I've got three boys that went before him, but what I saw was new. There was crap smeared on the toilet seat and it continued into the crack below the seat and somehow there was a clump sticking horizontally to the base of the toilet. And all I could think was, "Under what circumstances...?" I'm not sure what happened in there, but he stood there with a worried brow and his Spiderman underwear draped around his ankles.
This was bad timing. The boys needed a ride, NOW, but I had a potty training clean-up that needed to happen NOW. So I did what any mom would do that was about to set herself up to disappoint her children and told them to start walking and I would drive down and make sure that they would not be late. {Porter has a thing about being late. It is not only not his style, but it increases his blood pressure to unhealthy heights. Unfortunately, yesterday (when we were late) I promised them that it wouldn't happen again - what was I thinking? What mom of four kids can promise such a thing? I can because I knew it was the only way to get Porter to cross the threshold of Brookside Elementary after the bell rang. SO I did it. I made a promise that not only could I not keep, but I broke it the very next day with a promise.}
Well, the clean-up and bath took longer than anticipated. Surely the boys were already at school. Surely the walk wasn't that far. I put the two youngest kids in the van and sped down to the street, quite sure all was well and that I had pulled off a rather impressive juggling act. But just about 400 yards away from the school, there were my two boys walking and talking, trusting that they wouldn't be late because mom said so and there I was 5 minutes after the bell rang picking them up.
Well, they took the news pretty well. They slid out of the car at the school and dutifully walked forward. Christian went in but just as Porter was about to step into the school, he stopped and ran back to the passenger-side window. His eyes were swimming. It didn't look good. I offered all the bribes I could afford. It had not been a good morning; I was holding back my own tears. Tears were streaming down Porter's face and his eyes were red. Mid conversation, he dove head first into the van through the window. We had a long conversation about not making this a habit. He understood. Tomorrow is a new day. I'm going to admit that I've enjoyed having him home today. I'm glad he was here. We went shopping together while Stafford was at preschool and Warrick was at his friend Tanner's house. We had a good time and good conversations. We bonded. He'll be older soon and won't cherish just being with mom quite like he did today. He has consequences like no playing with friends and things like that, he gets that, but I think he feels it was worth it today. After Warrick went to Kindergarten, Porter spent a long time out in the sandbox with his little brother. They dug tunnels and buried their toy castle and Stafford felt big and important to be playing with his big brother and no one else. The two of them are now both in their rooms sleeping.
I don't feel that rigidness is always the key, sometimes it is, but not when there are lumps of poo stuck in places that they shouldn't be. On those days, sometimes its okay to be soft and it's okay to break a few rules and it's okay to have together time and while it's still not okay to break promises, it is okay to forgive yourself, make the best of the day and to hope for better cards tomorrow.

Friday, September 2, 2011

To immunize or not to immunize

We have all heard the stories of a child getting his immunizations and then the parents say that the child was damaged after.   They say that he was interactive before, but either immediately or within a day or two after the shot the child started acting autistic, had seizures, and even SIDS.  These things always make me nervous.

We went in to get Warrick his shots for Kindergarten.  I bribed him with a bunch of quarters to use at REAM's quarter machines.  He cried a lot and I felt a little bad, but all was well.   While we were waiting in the lobby for a printout to take to the school, the Dr. poked his head out just to chat for a second to me and a friend of mine (Lia) that was there to see the same Dr.  As he was talking to us, Warrick joined us.  At first the Dr. looked at him in a way I can't quite describe.  Warrick's tongue was hanging from the side of his mouth with a little drool dripping for effect.  He then, in slurred speech said, "I'm affected."