Thursday, September 26, 2013

Happy Birthday Baylor !

My baby is no longer a baby anymore. *tear*  I told Nate this morning that since we don't have a baby in the house anymore we should probably try for another.  I almost had to call an ambulance.  He needs to relax and learn to take a joke.  No more babies.  We are content with our 4 little men.  It is kind of a sad day for me though.  These last 2 years have flown.  But I would much rather be where we are today than where we were 2 years ago. 



I love you my spunky little Baylor!   Happy Happy Birthday!

Friday, September 20, 2013

It's pump time

Dilon has been so stinkin excited to get his pump.  Finally.  It's here.  You would have thought it was Christmas for the boy.  I'm glad he's excited because it's seriously stressing me out.  A lot of stuff to learn.  Extra classes and doctor appointments. The docs warned us it would be like starting all over again and they were right.  Right now he is hooked up for the saline trial then Monday we get to actually start using insulin in it.  I know once we get used to it, all will be well.  Now he doesn't have to have a shot every time he eats.  I know that makes him happy which in turn makes this mom happy.  Modern medicine....such a blessing.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

We made it 10 years!!

Well we made it through 10 years of having little boys in the house before we had to get our first cast.  I would say that's a pretty good track record.

A word to the wise, don't let a 10 year old try to teach a 4 year old karate moves.  The outcome is a green cast.  

On the plus side he did get a snake from the doctor.  And it only has to stay on for 3 weeks.  If you look closely you can see glitter on it.  The nurse asked if he wanted it and of course he said yes.  I've never had glitter in this house full of boys before. I kind of like it.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Silence!?! At the Wright house? Impossible!

He's gone.  My little dax man started preschool today.  Leaving me alone with this one.

But he's sleeping. I purposely picked afternoon preschool so Bay could nap while Dax was gone.  Now that the time has come I don't know what to do.  This is my dilemma.  Do I actually get something accomplished while I don't have little ones at my feet? I bask in the glory of this silence and enjoy?  I opt for the latter.  Because soon, in about an hour now, I will be dealing with situations like this again
No diaper, pj's on backwards.  He totally takes after his dad. So until the little monster wakes up I am going to enjoy the sound of the clock ticking. Because other than that there is complete silence in the Wright house for the first time since, well probably ever. 

Here is my Dax ready to go to school.  It took 3 pictures before I could finally get one that Baylor wasn't photobombing. 

Isn't he a handsome little thing?

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Isn't it ironic?

Let me tell you a little story about our night last night.  All had been going just fine.  Nate was at school, the boys were playing, I was cleaning the kitchen as usual.  Out of nowhere I hear dax crying as loud as humanly possible.  I head up to the bedroom and discover grif trying to hide.  Okay what happened boys?  I get ten different stories about someone cheating at candyland all with one conclusion, grif threw a toy a dax's face.  Goodnight grif I am done with the fighting you can go to bed now.  That's when the war began.  I finally, after about 20 minutes, got him into his room.  As soon as I shut the door he starts kicking the wall.  Nothing new, I try to ignore it and walk away.  Then I hear one very loud kick followed by silence.  Right then I knew not to go into the bedroom.  But of course I do anyway.  What do I find?  A hole in my wall.  I shut the door and again walk away so I can count to 10.  Isn't that what you're supposed to do?  I decided to wait for Nate to get home before I even try to figure out what to do with grif.  That was probably not the best choice because nate has as much patience as I do.  Lets just say our house was far from peaceful for the next half hour.  There was more kicking, screaming, crying and then I hear a knock on the door.  My first thought was crap......who just heard us screaming at our kid?  I open the door and of course there stands the bishop. Smiling.  "Come on in let me go get nate for you."  "Oh I don't want to see nate.  I came here to see you Sister Wright."  Oh no, this is never good.  "Would you be willing to talk in Sacrament this week?"  "Sure, what would you like me to speak about?"  "Peace in the home." 
Oh the irony.