Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Sweet Innocence

I was watching TV with Dilon last night when a Carls Jr. commercial came on. We all know how great those are. A scantily clad woman in a very provocative pose eating a hamburger. Dilon (who is 8) sat there staring for a minute then finally says "mom, that hamburger looks disgusting". I thought for sure when he said mom something else was going to come out of his mouth and I was going to have to have a "talk" with him. Thank heavens for his sweet, innocent mind. Please oh please stay sweet and innocent forever. I love the little person he is. I love that he wants to try everything and play every sport he can. Thanks for being you dil pickle.

These pictures were taken 4 years apart so some things never change. Maybe that means he really will stay innocent forever (wishful thinking?)
and why is he always wearing boots with shorts? I don't know, maybe Nate could answer that question.

! Boots with shorts. I just don't get it.


Mutton Bustin



For some reason I have no pics of him wrestling, doing karate or playing tennis.
This year he wants to sign up for football. He is so little for his age I am afraid he is going to get hurt. But I guess if he wants to do it then how can I say no.

This post makes me look like I favor Dilon. I swear I don't. All of my kiddos are my favorites. I just can't get Grif to play anything. One of these years he will stop being so stubborn. I mean look at me, I totally grew out of it.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Just another manic Monday

It has already been a super craptastic Monday morning. I got very little sleep last night and when I was sleeping I was dreaming that I was doing Pilates. It is so not cool to be exercising and not burning the calories--but on a brighter note, I could actually do some of the moves I can't really do. Cocoa was spilled all over the kitchen floor this morning which is extra fun that it happened right after I mopped. Grif and Dax got in a fist fight before 7:30 had rolled around. There are piles of laundry to do and a house to clean. Nate found out that he may have to have surgery on his foot, the doc found an extra bone in there (weirdo). My list is like the Energizer bunny, it just keeps going and going and going. I decided I needed to sit down, take a deep breath and remember how great life is. I have a warm bed to sleep in, 4(wow, I still can't get used to that) healthy kids, plenty of food to eat (and spill), lots of clothes to wash and a house to clean. I may complain that my kids drive me nuts but I am so fortunate to be able to stay home with them so they can drive me nuts.

**It's not like my day could be too terrible when this is who I get to spend it with**
(i'm sure the only reason they are smiling is because they are up to something)

Friday, February 24, 2012

My man is the man

Nate is great! (too cheesy?) Seriously though, he is awesome. There are not many things this guy will say no to. His plate is always full, 50+ hours a week at work, 12 credit hours in school (plus a tutor for that darn math), church callings, family stuff etc. etc. and now he is trying to finish our downstairs bathroom for the boys. He is such a great handy man. I married a real man, not one of those pretty boys who are afraid of getting dirt on their manicured hands (okay maybe I shouldn't really mock that because Nate has had a mani before--thanks Cassie!).

But I love that he isn't afraid to get down and dirty. Isn't afraid to work his keister off. I sure did get lucky with this big, burly bear of a man. Now if I could just get him to do the dishes.

**thanks to those who have helped him with the bathroom so far. It is greatly appreciated!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Ma, am I handsome?

Yes Dax, you are handsome. But should I be worried?

There could be a creeper

I'm a little crazy. I know that. In fact I am fine with that. I have these strange obsessions that I can't get over. Nothing makes me more happy than when one of my kiddos have the same obsession. I went to check on Dilon last night after he went to bed. As soon as I walked in his room he sat straight up and said: "please mom close the closet door!" It was barely cracked. So I asked him: "why, are you scared?" He sure was and why shouldn't he be? There could be a creeper in there watching him sleep (see, I'm crazy). It can happen though. I've seen it on Criminal Minds. I'm not quite sure if I hate it because there could be a creeper or because I can't stand to have doors, or drawers for that matter, partially open. Just ask Nate, I nag him constantly about shutting his closet (all the way). You would think after almost 11 years he would remember. Pretty sure he does it because he thinks it's funny to drive me nuts. One of these days there will probably be a creeper in my closet and I will FINALLY be able to say I told you so!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

No vegetables?...............YES!!!!!!!!!!!!

What makes a day good? Clean house, payday, no fighting kids, the list could go on and on and on. I found out the other night that a good day to a 6 year old means no veggies for dinner. I have never seen Grif more excited than when he sat down to eat dinner the other night and saw there were no veggies (hey, don't judge me!). I thought his eyes would pop out of his head as he yelled "no vegetables? YES!!!" I don't know what I am going to do with this kid. If I survive raising him it will be a miracle. Okay, that may sound a bit harsh but let me give you a little glimpse into the world of gus gus (aka grif). The kid has screamed loud enough to crack glass. He was screaming so loud in sacrament once that the speaker had to stop speaking. I was trying to take the little stinker out but he crawled under the bench where we couldn't reach him. He has hit his head so hard on the wall (on purpose) that he knocked himself out--more than once! He has thrown poop at me. Gross, I know. I was there. Good times people, good times. He has punched little brothers square in the nose and thrown numerous objects at anyone in sight. He has also put his arm around my shoulder and told me it will be okay when I was having a bad day. He holds my hand when he sits by me. He will walk into a room dressed in his suit, give his best smile and say "Hellllooo ladies!" There truly is not another grif on the planet. Love that kid!

rollin, rollin, rollin

It's official! Baylor can roll (well sort of. It only happened once, but it still happened). Someone PLEASE make it stop. I'm not ready.

Friday, February 17, 2012

MIRACLES....I'm a believer!

So life around here is normally pretty boring. When we got pregnant with our little caboose things sure did spice up a bit. I have had enough stress with Baylor to last until he is at least a teenager. He truly is our little miracle man. It all started at my 20 week ultra sound. My doc found a few things wrong when they were checking everything. I was immediately sent to McKay Dee in Ogden so they could take a look. They basically told us to prepare for the worst. If the baby survived he would have some sort of genetic disorder. I was heart broken (I still get a little teary eyed thinking about it). So they did an amniocentesis and sent us home for 2 weeks. Loooooongest 2 weeks ever. But during that time I had a blessing, a family fast, and lots of prayers being sent our way. When we went back to the doctor, to their amazement, everything was normal. We had several docs and ultra sound techs tell us that they couldn't believe it. My original doctor asked me if I believed in MIRACLES. The rest of the pregnancy was smooth sailing. Delivery was pretty crappy if you ask me but 12.5 hours later Baylor was born. Cutest little squishy face ever. The day after he was born I was really wanting to pack up and go home. Ya there was a little change of plans. Baylor's doc said he hadn't urinated all night. He wasn't comfortable with what he was seeing so he called primary children's hospital and they had life flight on the way. They were taking my baby and he wasn't even a day old. Hardest thing ever! We followed him down to Salt Lake where we learned he urinated on the helicopter ride down. Sweet, can I have my baby back now please? No such luck. They wanted to keep him over night for observation. So Nate and I went home. We got up the next morning and headed to Salt Lake to pick our baby up. On the drive there we got a phone call saying they were taking him in for exploratory surgery. Not something a mom wants to hear about her 2 day old baby. They ended up finding a hole in his bowels. We were so lucky they found it because if we had taken him home I probably wouldn't be snuggling my little man now. He came out of surgery looking horrible.

My little miracle man! (and yes I used that entire box of tissue in about 10 minutes)

He had a long road ahead of him, but he is a rock star. We were there for 3 long, painful weeks. When we went home he still had a colostomy bag. That is seriously a whole different post. If Nate and I could survive changing a colostomy bag on a month old baby we can survive anything. We went back 7 weeks later to have it removed and stayed another week in the hospital. I am sooo grateful for our little miracle man. My heart breaks for the families there who were not as fortunate as us. We are so blessed.

His colostomy bag. Sorry if you have a weak stomach. It took me forever to be able to look at it without getting sick.

Best day EVER!!!!

Chicks dig scars, right?

We love you Baylor Von Wright!

Me a stalker?

Okay I admit it, I am a self proclaimed blog stalker. I can't help it, I am a nosey person. No not nosey, just inquisitive. I like to know what other people are doing. I really like to hunt down people from the past on the internet then see what they are up to. Every once in a while I get lucky and find someone. That usually reaffirms why those people are in the past. The point to all of this is that I love looking at other peoples blogs and it made me want to do my own. I am definitely not the most computer savvy person. In fact I tried starting this blog the other day and it was not cooperating with me. I almost gave up and probably should have because this sure can be time consuming (it could be worse, I could start pinterest). My poor kiddos have been somewhat neglected--but don't you worry, I put some bread and water out. They will be just fine. Sesame Street is considered a babysitter, right?

Here goes nothin.......

So I have realized that there is a lot of stuff (most of it uneventful) that happens around here. Too many things that I am sure I have forgotten. I have tried time and time again to actually start a journal, ya that doesn't work so well for me. So I decided I should start a blog and see if I do any better at that. So, here goes nothin.................