Primary Program... Whoops!

Today was the annual primary program at church... always my favorite Sunday to go to church besides Mother's Day, when the kids sing to their Moms.  We are usually late to church, since it is now at 8 am (who am I kidding, we've always been late to church), but today we made sure to get there early, so we could sit up close and watch our 3 cute kids in primary!  My favorite parts where when they signed and sang the song "When Jesus Christ was Baptized," and at the end, when they sang "I am a Child of God...." you could really feel the love of all the sweet little kids when they sang that last song that I love so much.  

The whoops of the day was when I felt something wet on my leg and I looked down at Mia to see her staring down at a big puddle on the carpet below us.  I couldn't figure out where it came from.  No water bottles, no sippy cups in sight... hmm... so I assumed she had spit up a whole lot.  I cleaned it up with an old shirt I had in my bag... I was surprised how much there was, and how food free it was for baby puke.  A few minutes later I picked Mia up and felt that her legs were wet, and then when I sat her on my lap I realized she didn't have a diaper on!!  She had pulled it off, peed on the church chapel carpet, and stared at the ground to admire her work!  How the heck she got her diaper off is beyond me.  But I guess thats what I get for not putting bloomers on her with her dress!!  Needless to say, I put a little more work into cleaning it up better.  Later when Mia was playing with her blanket on another part of the carpet I started to wonder... What other kinds of things have been "spilled" on this carpet??

He's Home, Nothings Gone, and Its All Stitched Up

Well, many of you know that Chris travels for work... usually about once a month. I'm usually fine with him going, not too sad, cuz I'm used to the routine and I know I'll see him in a few days. But this week when he was leaving I felt really nervous, like something bad was going to happen. I didn't know if I was just over worrying like I do sometimes, or if this was actually going to be the last time I saw him! (ya, a little dramatic, but you never know!) So when he left, I still felt a little off, but didn't feel any overbearing compulsions to make him skip his trip.

That night I went to my Mom's house to spend some time with her, and not feel so lonely. Just before I was leaving to come home, I got a phone call from my sister in law saying that her husband, Eran, had gone to our house to pick something up and the alarm had been going off! He went home to find out the code and when he came back, the police were at our house, and they found 2 windows open, which weren't open when we left! We never figured out who was there, or what they were trying to do, but we came to find out that they came in through the garage and opened 2 different windows to try to get out, probably because Eran showed up right after they did and freaked them out. Thanks Eran. Thank goodness they didn't take anything... and good thing I actually set the alarm that night! Well, I was too freaked out to go home and sleep by myself, so I went to sleep at Eran and Michelle's house, since they just live down the street, and our kids go to the same school.

Once we got the first set of kids off at 7:30 (Cameron and McKenna have a later schedule they don't go to school until 11 am), we were hanging out with the other kids in Michelle's room and Cameron suddenly got excited about something, jumped to the end of the bed and banged his head right on the bed frame... with an apparently very sharp edge. He only screamed a little, so I thought it wasn't a big deal, but then Michelle grabbed him and looked at me and said, oh man, thats bad!!! I thought she was just trying to freak me out cuz Cameron seemed so calm and unaffected. And then I saw his face. Gashed open and covered in blood. 'Uh... yea, he needs stitches...' which I am usually one to downplay injuries, so you know it was bad! We finally got him to Urgent Care a few hours later, where he got 5 stitches. He was so brave except for the part where the Dr kept jabbing the needle deep into his wound to try to numb it. Cameron does not like needles. And needless to say McKenna, who was watching in horror as he squirmed around and then as the Dr sewed his head up like a quilt, said she never, ever wants to have to get stitches! And even though it was kind of a stressful weekend, Michelle and I decided that all in all it was kind of a fun day, going to the mall, going out to lunch, getting out of work, school, and driving home in the rain. She told Cameron, thanks for gashing your head open so we could have a fun day!



I don't have a picture of Cameron with his stitches, but did I mention this is the year of the facial injuries for Cameron? This was from our Utah trip in July... I'm happy to report no major scars!

Isaac's Late Night Adventures

Well, Isaac is usually one of the first ones in bed at our house (and always the first to get up!), but not last Sunday.  He had had a cough for a few days and he was having a hard time breathing all day Sunday, even though we had been giving him breathing treatments periodically (one of those things we usually do when he gets sick, since it usually goes to his lungs). When we went to dinner that night, Chris's brother Eran and sister in law Michelle, whose son, Dallin also has asthma, said he sounded horrible, and his chest looked like he was really having a hard time breathing, so Chris and Eran decided to take him to Urgent Care.  After giving him another breathing treatment and a dose of Prednilisone (steroid for opening up the lungs), they monitored him, but his heart rate was still high, so they had to send him to the hospital to be monitored for a little while longer.  At the Urgent Care, they had given him a little beanie baby puppy, which really seemed to comfort him and help him not feel so scared.  He was a little trooper in the ambulance, as they raced him to Mercy Gilbert Hospital...  and after 2 hrs of monitoring, his oxygen intake and heart rate were back to normal and they were able to send him home!  Yay! It was hard for me as his Mommy not to be right by his side, but it was a comfort that Chris and Eran could be there for him. And even though he got to bed at about 3:30 a.m., he was still the first one up, bright eyed and bushy tailed at 8 a.m!

Isaac at the hospital with his little black puppy


the ambulance he got to ride in


Isaac in the ambulance... he looks a little less sure about things here... he had good memories afterward though. Even though he was somewhat afraid, he said the "ambulance guys" were really nice. :)