School's out for summer and our final graduate of the year

We have one final graduate for the year.  Dilon graduated from grade school.  I'm not ready.  Oh well, not much I can do about it.  I guess they have to grow up sometime. 

 Dilon got a first place ribbon on his Science Fair Project this year.  He decided he wanted to do something with his Diabetes so I helped him brainstorm.  I had the bright idea of saying lets eat the same food and test our blood sugar 4 different times after eating it to see if your pump works as good as my pancreas.  I don't know how he pokes his fingers so many times a day.  I wanted to change his project every time it was my turn to test.  These kiddos with T1D are stronger than most people realize.   

 Both boys got awards at the assembly

 and finally.....school's out for summer! 

A little potty training fun

Do you know what totally stinks?  Potty training....sometimes literally.  Do you know what stinks even more?  Being a week into potty training with really great progress then having the poor kiddo get sick.   He about fell of the pot today when I sat him down. I figured I better put him back in a diaper for his own safety. 

This is how I know I am done having babies. This running back and forth to the bathroom 20 times a day has about done me in.   

There is great joy in this milestone though.  My last little man is almost potty trained and I will never have to do it again.  Ever! 

We did have a slight set back the other day when he decided to get on the kitchen counter and pee in the sink. What's a mom to do?  Get mad or laugh about it?  Actually neither.  I've about seen it all raising these 4 boys.  Nothing phases me anymore. I just grabbed Bay to clean him up and let Nate take care of cleaning the sink.  I'm not going to lie, I was actually impressed that he knew where the Lysol was located.  A little pee in the sink is totally worth not having to buy diapers anymore.  Fingers crossed that he gets better soon and starts rockin his little buzz lightyear unders again. 

 

another graduate

We have another little graduate at the Wright house.  

Dax has been super excited to start kindergarten and I made the mistake of telling him when preschool was done he would get to go.  One of the first things he said to me after graduation was "so do I go to kindergarten now?"  Not quite buddy. It may be a very long summer for him.  At least he's excited about it.  

I did it!! I'm a runner

So I've been saying for awhile now that I am a runner.  I feel it in my soul.  The only problem, I don't actually run.  Every time I have tried I last about 30 seconds before I have to stop because my side is hurting so bad.  I don't know what the problem is, I'm totally in great shape.  Just like Nate.  He told me the other day he is in shape.  Round.  Round is a shape.  (don't judge me for being rude about my hubby, he said it.  I'm just repeating him). 

Anyway, Dilon asked me the other day if I would start running with him so he can get in shape for football.  First of all, he is already in shape for a 10 year old (not the round kind) and second, football doesn't start until August.  What's the hurry man?  Since I know I have a runners soul I agreed to it.  So last night I sucked it up and we went for a run.  I RAN!  Well, I had to stop every two minutes to walk but it totally counts.  I even told him we'd do it again tonight.  That didn't happen so much.  I blame it on the fact that Nate was at the church and I couldn't leave the little ones alone.  When in reality I can barely move because I have shin splints. Nate says it's because I have bad form.  What does he know?  

I felt I had to officially document the fact that I have become a runner.  So what if it was only once.  It will happen again.  Eventually.  In fact, I think I just may be ready for my first marathon.

nate's graduation

 It has been so nice to have Nate home at night and not sitting in class.  He still seems to be off doing something or helping someone all the time but I don't think that will ever change with him.  At least there are no more late nights doing homework.  Now it's just late nights with the PS3--which I still don't understand but whatever.  Here are a few pics of graduation.  I was lame and didn't get pictures of everyone that came (sorry mom, dad, jami and jami.  We'll get you next time. Wait...no we won't.  There is no next time.  Hallelujah!). 

I watched him struggle for 4 years and am super duper proud of him.  Sure I may have helped him a bit but I'm not trying to steal his thunder.  Good job, Nate. It really is impressive that he got his Bachelor's in 4 1/2 years with a GPA of about 3.4 and made the Deans list all while working 50+ hours a week, being a dad, and doing his church callings. 

Now aren't we supposed to be rolling in the dough?

A little more Easter fun

Nate's mom likes to do her Easter egg hunt after Easter.  I think it's a fantastic idea.  Here are a few pics of the fun

 12 of the 13 grandsons.  Paxton thought a nap was more important than candy.  It is a tough call though.  Sleep or candy?....sleep....candy.  I can see the dilemma.

 Totally busted uncle david stealing candy from the kids.  

 This time I was actually on the ball and made sure I got a pic of Grif so I didn't have to make him fake pose later.  (If you didn't see my previous post with my family egg hunt, I got a picture of all my boys except poor grif.  mother of the year...I know) It's a little far away but it is him, I swear.

This picture almost makes me want twins.  Not really but they sure are cute.

Happy 9th Gus

Happy Birthday to the greatest Grifin I know!  9 years ago this strong-willed, stubborn, sweet little guy came into our world and it's been a crazy whirlwind ever since.  He can kick a hole in my wall one day then walk in the door from school the next and tell me I look beautiful.  He melts my heart and I can't imagine life without him.  There are a few things I would like to forget, like the time he threw a turd at me (sorry there is no nice way to even say it).  We were potty training him and he wanted nothing to do with it.  Luckily he was two so his aim was horrible.  Good times with the Griffer.  He has such a kind heart and I'm proud to be his mom.  Happy Happy Birthday Grif.  We love you!

It's sucks to be the kid not having the birthday.  Sorry Bay.  Your turn is coming soon.