Proud mama moment

Both of my super awesome grade schoolers got an award at the awards assembly yesterday.  They both got Cougar Scholar.  I have no idea what that means but it did get them a free kids meal at Burger King so woohoo! 

Grif's said: "Grifin has been working hard in class.  He tries to do his best work with a smile.  Thanks!"

That is fantastic since we have had a bit of a struggle with him this school year.

Dil's said:  "Dilon has been very conscientious in returning his homework."  

Am I the only one that has a hard time spitting out the word conscientious?  It just does not roll off my tongue the way it should.

Good job guys!

Schools out!

Schools out for summer!  Of course the first thing my kids want to do is put the sprinkler under the tramp.

Reason # 8326 as to why I am a bad parent.  Dilon came down the stairs with the bottle of sunblock and wanted me to put it on.  This is our conversation:


Dilon:  Mom will you please put this on me?
Me:  No, it's fine you don't really need it.
Dilon:  Please mom.
Me:  Dil, it's not that hot out there.  You'll be fine.
Dilon:  Do you want me to get skin cancer?  You know that can happen if I don't wear sunscreen.

Why must my 8 year old be more responsible than me?  If I would just break down and buy the spray on kind it wouldn't be a problem.  But no, I am still too cheap to do something like that.  Now I smell like nasty sunblock.  Totally worth it.

Sorry Dax

I really, really hate the fact that I am too cheap to pay someone to cut my boys hair.  I hate it even more when the end result of me being cheap turns out like this (and believe me, it happens all too often.)

 Sorry Dax.  I still love you, even though your haircut may show otherwise.

Life lately

Baylor finally got his little teeth to pop through his gums.  Maybe now he will start using his binky the way it is supposed to be used.

 Dax loves cruising in his buzz lightyear car.  Thank you grandma squeaker Santa Claus.

Best part of my day lately is when I am getting attacked with kisses from this little man.

I have become super awesome at multitasking (yes I am patting myself on the back).  Bay is getting a bath while I make dinner.  Don't worry I was watching him.  Mostly I didn't have a choice.  He decided to spit his dinner all over the place while I was cooking.  I had to resort to a bath in the sink.  I'm pretty sure he was okay with that.

Again I am having a not so great mother moment because all of my pictures lately are of Baylor and Dax.  I swear I don't neglect Dilon and Grifin.  They are just at school or no where to be found when I want to take a picture.  Only 2 and 1/2 more days of school for them then I am sure they will be under my feet constantly.  I have to mentally prepare for summer break this year.  What am I going to do with 4 kids all day long?  I hate swimming so cross that off the list.  The park gets old.  They are not just going to sit around and play the computer or wii all day.  Maybe I should have started thinking about stuff to do long before now.  Last summer I actually made them do homework.  I know I know, it is summer break.  They are supposed to have a break.  All I do is make them read a little and work on a few things they struggled with during the school year.  I don't actually make them sit down for hours at a time and do real work.  It's really not that bad.  It only takes a few minutes each day.  Plus it gives them something to do.  Why am I on here trying to convince myself it is okay to make them read during the summer?  

Dilon and Grif are getting awards at the assembly on Wednesday.  Hopefully I will be on the ball and remember to actually take the camera.  Then I can post some pictures of them.

Life's good...........even when you're down

Nate had foot surgery last Thursday.  I have been dreading it.  Yep, that's right, I wasn't the one having surgery but I was the one dreading it.  I'm super sweet aren't I?  My biggest concern was that I would pass out at the hospital.  I don't do well with stitches, blood, broken things, hospital gowns, anything that has to do with someone being hurt.  They came in before his surgery and told him that they would knock him out for a couple of minutes to do a local anesthesia then they were going to wake him up.  He was awake during his surgery.  I guarantee you I would have passed out instantly if that was me they were going to do that too.  It just seems like cruel and unusual punishment if you ask me.  Nate didn't seem to care much.  It feels like I have 5 kiddos now instead of four.  Poor Nate can't do much of anything on his own.  Now he gets to hobble around on crutches for the next 6 weeks.  We are both super excited about that.  Oh well, life is good.

Baylor is enjoying the down time with dad.

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day!!!!  I have been so fortunate to have great women in my life always.  My mom, who is perfect--just ask her (wink, wink), has always been  such a great example of service and love.  She's a bit feisty but that's what makes her who she is and I'm so grateful to have her around (well sort of around, stupid Oklahoma).  Love you mom!  I have two super fantastic grandma's who have always, always made me feel like I am their favorite granddaughter (which I totally am, just don't tell the other grandkids). My grandma Bloxham told me years ago that she loved my beautiful white skin (which I hate) but it is something I will always remember.  My grandma Petersen taught me how to stitch dish towels and that is something I have already forgotten, but I still have those darn dish towels.  I love you both!  Now I am fortunate to have a great mother-in-law.  Not only do I actually like her, I love her too.  She raised the man who at this very moment is making me cookies. Plus he just got done cooking me dinner and cleaning it up.  Go Nate, thank you Karen, and Happy Mother's Day to me. Those are just four of the fantastic women in my life.  They have helped me to be the mom I am, which probably isn't the best compliment, but I'm sure trying my best.  Mostly today I am grateful to be a mom.  It is such a blessing in my life that I take for granted all too often.  I love my boys more than they will ever know. I am so grateful Heavenly Father has trusted me with these sweet, energetic, full of hell (sorry there is just no other word to describe them) little boys.  They make my life complete.  So Happy Mother's Day to all the great women in my life.

santa claus in may?

Grif came home with a paper from school today.  It said "Santa Clause is..........."  then they had to fill in the blank.  First, why are they talking about this big jolly man in the middle of May?  Second, I think grif has a bit of a twisted perception of Santa.  His response was "Santa Claus is crazy.  He is way fat and he is lazy."  I'm guessing his stocking will be full of coal this year. 

HaPpY BiRtHdAy Grif!!!

Happy Happy Birthday Grifin -my middle name is gus gus not scott and I will scream until you agree with me- Wright!  Seven years ago we welcomed the feistiest kid I have ever met into the world.  One day short of a 5-5-05 b-day.  However, if he had waited one more day he wouldn't be here.  The cord was so tightly wrapped around his neck the doc said we were lucky we delivered when we did.  I got started 10 days early because of a kidney stone that was giving me some issues.  Who knew you could be grateful for kidney stones?  I don't know what I would do without this kid.  He keeps me on my toes.  I love you gus.  Happy Birthday!

I'm not quite sure boxing gloves were the best idea for him.  Maybe it will help with some of his aggression.  The question is, who wants to be on the other side of that?

Finito.............finally!

It's finally done.  Hallelujah.  I'm pretty sure I heard angels singing when we finally finished the bathroom last night.  Okay, so we still have to put knobs on the cabinet doors but that doesn't really count.  The boys are using it and peeing on their own toilet now instead of mine.  Happy day!  I have a couple pictures to post but I am WARNING you right now this may not be suitable for all viewers.  Really it is probably only suitable for my viewing but I don't care.  I am going to give you a little glimpse of what I have been looking at the past several weeks.  Well really the past 11 years.  I have just been seeing it a lot more lately.

Seriously, I have warned you.





It's not too late to stop scrolling.







Last chance, don't yell at me when you see something you don't want to.

Yep, that's my man.  Working away with his butt ALWAYS hanging out.  Back off ladies, he's all mine.  Seriously though, he has worked really hard on this and I am so grateful.  It looks pretty good for amateurs.  There are a couple of things that I need to stop obsessing over.  I was pointing things out the other night that needed to be fixed and noticed a small gap in the door frame.  I said to nate we need to fill that in with something.  He turned to me and said "we will fill it with our love!"  I guess that's his way of saying he is done working on it. 

He just makes my heart happy

I LOVE spending my days with this little man.  His face just makes me happy.  He may not be loving spending his days with me.  I totally watched him fall down the stairs today.  I tried to stop him and couldn't so I just stood there and watched like it was in slow motion, screaming loud enough i'm sure the neighbors thought I was being murdered (which by the way, nobody came to help me.  RUDE!).  Anyway, poor kid needs a better mom.  I can't get much of anything accomplished now that he is crawling.  But I wouldn't trade it for anything.  Seven months ago I was sitting with him in the hospital, today he is home, healthy and most of the time happy--except when he is falling down the stairs, or off my bed ( I know. I suck).  Right now he is sleeping and I totally want to just go in there and kiss his little cheeks off.  LOVE him.

Don't worry,  this is not him passed out from hitting his head on every other stair.  He was just plum tuckered out so he decided to zonk right in the middle of the floor.  **still wish I knew how to rotate pictures on here.  amanda, I need you.