Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Great to be 8

My dax got baptized on Saturday.
It was fantastic.  It was extra fantastic because he was the only kid in the whole stake getting baptized so we got to do our own thing. That was nice.










He had a great turnout. 
Most of the family was there (minus a couple aunts/cousins/crazy new yorkers).  
For some reason I got a picture with all the grandparents and a group photo of the Wrights. But I managed to leave Steph and fam out and Brooke.  Sorry, people.  I'm still working on that trying to be perfect thing.
While Dax was getting dressed we had the family there write him a little something.  Here are some of my favorites:

"Don't be wrong, be wright" -Will 

"May the holy ghost be with you" -Grif (his birthday is on star wars day so it must be in his blood)

"If your mom is reading this tell her it's confidential" -Kenzie

"A little somethin to Dax" (because I said will you write a little something to Dax) -anonymous but I'm guessing Micah on that one.

"Grajalashons" -Luke (age 7 and still sounding out words, haha)

"You have been given a very special gift.  Carry this gift with you the rest of your life. Cherish it. But most of all share it." -Moe

Dax I have no doubt will you cherish and share the gift you've been given. You are one of the greatest gifts in my life.  Love your guts, kid.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Dilon and stuff


Dilon just may be the death of me--- I say that with love.

I've written many posts on him and diabetes.  I try not to let our world be run by it.  It plays a huge part in our lives but there is so much more to life than that dang disease he has.  It's always in the back of my mind.  I send him to school and keep my fingers crossed he'll be ok.  Put him to bed for the night after checking his number and pray he will stay within range. I about had a panic attack last year when I had to send him to scout camp for a full week to take care of it all by himself and put my complete trust in him, his leaders, and Heavenly Father.  We have had a few scares with him but last week I got a call I knew would eventually come.
He went with the young men on a Zions camp here in town to do service and activities. The first day Dilon, Grif, and Nate were gone I had big plans to do absolutely nothing with the two littles.  We had a lunch date planned to McDonald's and that was that.  Well on the way to our lunch date I got a call from Dilon's leader saying he had a seizure and didn't know what to do. Nate had just left to run to the store and hadn't taken his phone with him.  I get to the park as quickly as possible.  Dilon was awake but slurring and not sure what the heck was happening.  I asked for his pack to check his blood sugar and it was with nate in the truck at the store. Hello! #1 rule is to have your pack with you at all times.  So my heart sunk. Do I go to the ER or go to his meter.  I opted for the meter since he was awake and breathing.  He was low and dropping lower so we started having him chug juice and called his doc.  Finally his numbers were going up and he was snapping out of it a little so she said we could just take him home and not worry about the hospital but to watch him carefully for the next few hours.  The poor kid sat in the car next to me crying and repeating:
"mom I hate this so bad"
" I really hurt"
"Why do I feel so sick"
" I wish so much I didn't have diabetes, it hurts mom"

That will tear your mom heart right to pieces.  I wish so bad I could take this all away from him.  I would take it in a second for him if I could.  I'm not sure why he got this trial in life but I truly believe he's strong enough for it.  

I am so grateful for a leader that kept his cool and friends who make sure he's okay.  Dilon has some really good friends in our ward and he scared the snot out of them too.  They (and their parents) texted several times to make sure he was okay.  After we got him home and settled he went to give himself insulin to eat lunch and noticed his pump screen was shattered.  When he fell he hit a table and smashed the screen on his $4000 pump.  My heart sunk again because his insulin pump has been so fantastic to have.  I called the company about a replacement and it was still under warranty.  Tender mercy right there.  
This kid is my hero.

I love that he doesn't let diabetes stop him from living life.  He deals with more than a kid his age ever should but he does it like a rock star.

On a side note, he decided it would be a great idea to do a lamb for the fair this year.  What the crap was he thinking?  Dirty little buggers. But its teaching him some great responsibility so how do I say no to that?

 It was quite comical watching him try to catch it the first time.

And he also thinks he's old enough to learn how to drive
^^first driving lesson. Heaven help us all.

Baseball season is in full swing


Another year of sitting on hot metal benches, watching boys spit seeds, and being deathly afraid of flying foul balls is upon us.

Bay is rocking t-ball
 Dax is a pro at machine pitch. 
 He got to go to a clinic with a Bee's ball player and loved every second of it.
 Dilon thinks he's ready for the big leagues.



And no pics of Grif because we're still working on finding a sport that boy enjoys.  
I'm starting to think it's a lost cause.  I say lets buy him more lego's and he can make it big as an architect.  He does love to build with those things.


Happy 8th Dax!

My dax had his 8th birthday a couple of days ago. Why won't they stop growing up on me!?!  Birthdays are always pretty simple at our house. I've said numerous times I am not the pinterest mom. No big fancy parties. Simplicity, so I don't go crazy.  We usually just let them pick where they want to eat and then do cake and ice cream with the fam.  It works.  We did go bowling the day before so I let him bring a friend along.  And it's free bowling during the summer for kids 12 and under so that's a win for me. 




 Dax and his buddy are two peas in a pod.  This first picture dax wouldn't smile so I said I needed a re-do then his buddy pulled the same stunt. 

Gus only threw the ball backwards twice.  We're improving.





He gets to be baptized on Saturday.  He's pretty excited because he's the only kid in the whole stake.  That means we get to do our own thing.  Short and sweet. 
Life would suck without this kid.  
Happy B-day, Dax.
We love your guts.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Miracles do happen






 Today was nothing short of a miracle and I had to document it.  
I took the boys swimming.  I know, I can't believe it either.  I hate swimming.  Hate swimming suits.  The sun hates my pasty white freckly skin.  But I took one for the team and decided to be mother of the year and we went to the pool with some friends.   
I couldn't tell you the last time I went swimming because it's terrible.  So I figured the boys would owe me and be on their best behavior because of my awesome choices.  Well that didn't happen but a mom can still dream, right? There were no major catastrophe's and we didn't get kicked out for any bad behavior so I call today a win.







Thank you friends who get me out of my comfort zone.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Another preschool graduate

My baby graduated preschool this week.  
Last preschool graduation I'll go to for my own kiddos.  I feel like I should be more upset than I was but I'm loving this stage of life. Loving that my kids are becoming a little more independent.  Loving that Nate and I can go on a date and not have to worry about getting a babysitter anymore.  I'm sure they're angels when we're gone.
When my kids start leaving the house and living on their own I'm sure I will be a hot mess but right now things are good. Life is good. 
(Ignore, once again,  the poor quality of pictures from my phone.  They seem extra bad this time.) 




Baylor is more than ready for Kindergarten and I'm excited for him. 

I also got to spend the day on Friday at the Hogle Zoo with Dax for his field trip.  
All I have to say is teachers are amazing.  Enough said.

Then I came home to Dilon and his friends who wanted to play ping pong.  Only problem is we don't have a ping pong table.  They improvised.  I have never felt more white trash in my life.
picnic table- check
skateboard for net- check
spatulas as paddles- check
3 happy teenagers- triple check

whatever floats your boat boys and keeps you from driving me nuts works for me.  

And Grif is always M.I.A. 
He's probably down in his man cave enjoying life with no one bothering him. 

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Happy 12th Grif



^^This here is my new favorite 12 year old.

Grifin "gus" Wright turned the big 1-2 a couple days ago.  

He chose to go to Texas Roadhouse for his b-day dinner. 
Actually he chooses to go to Texas Roadhouse every year for his birthday. This year he jumped out of his comfort zone and actually sat on the saddle.  He wouldn't do it the other years.  I thought it was because he didn't want all eyes on him.  He confessed it was because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get his leg up over the saddle to get on.  I'd say that's a legit reason.  Imagine me trying to throw my leg over a saddle. I would probably end up on the floor.  On my back.  


He asked for 2 things for his birthday
1- Hawaiian sandals
2- Money/Gift cards
I can handle that.


and of course, grandma squeaker nailed the cake again.


 Happy Happy Birthday my Grif.  
Love your guts


Monday, April 24, 2017

life lately

I was going through my phone this morning and realized I don't blog about things anymore. 
Life is so busy my blog has been put on the back burner.  
Here are a few things that have been happening.

Easter 2017

So I have been trying to rotate this picture for what seems like 27 years now.  It won't.  I have tried everything I know how to do (which is look for the arrow that goes in a half circle and then I'm tapped out).
I have tried everything google is telling me to do.  I heart google.  But that was unsuccessful as well. So the boys are on here sideways.  It's fine.  Tilt your head a little and you can see how handsome they all looked Easter morning.



We had lunch with Grandpa Bernie and Steph (and family) on Easter.  
Grandma Taco has been busy moving so Easter was out of the question for her this year.
Then a week later we had to divide and conquer. Nate took the 3 youngest to his family's house for grandma squeakers egg hunt and I took Dilon to wrestling.  Hence the reason we have no pictures of Nate's family and Easter.  He just doesn't seem to think we need to document important days in our children's life. I however document so they remember that I did actually let them have fun.  Hopefully that will help erase all the times they tell me I never let them do anything and I'm like the meanest mom in the whole wide world because of it. 

I seem to always find seven bagillion selfies from my kids when I go through my phone.  




Dilon got a little more done with his scouting.  I loathe scouting.  I know I should like it. It teaches so much good to these boys, but I don't.  I don't like it one bit.  I am super grateful for leaders who are willing to help them out though.  Nate had a rule growing up that they didn't get their license until they got their Eagle.  He thinks we are implementing that in our house (I'm not quite on board with that but whatever).  He also told Grifin that he would give him $100 if he got his eagle before Dilon.  Challenge was accepted.  It should be interesting to see how that pans out.

 Speaking of Grifin, he is probably the coolest kid I've ever met.  I need some pointers from him.  I think what is so great is that he doesn't even kind of care about what others think of him.  
Case in point...this is how he walked out of school the other day

and Mr. Dax got to be part of the school leadership day.  They did such a great job with it.  He is also in the school play this Friday. My kid joined the school play. Who would have ever thought that would happen? My kid.  Pics to come of that. 

So that's about it.  
That's life lately at the Wright house.