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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."