Mater doesn't embarrass me

I found a new way to mortify an 11 year old.  Have him get off the school bus with his friends to see this standing there waiting for him.

 Baylor wanted to be Mater today so I let him.  It just happened to be when school was getting out. He loves to stand on the lawn, wave to the bus driver, and wait for Dilon.  I don't see why Dilon was so embarrassed.  It's just a half naked 3 year old waiting for his big buddy to get home. 

Apparently Bay was flashing everyone his unders.  That I did not know.  Who cares, they are lightning mcqueen so at least they matched.

Who could possibly be embarrassed by that little face?

Fall break, baby!

Fall break...how I love you this year.  I am getting weak in my old age.  If you know me or have read my blog you know I am a person of order.  I love love love routine.  I love a schedule.  Well this old age thing has made me throw my schedule right out the window.  I've actually kind of slept in the last couple of days. It is almost 10:30 and I am sitting in my pj's blogging instead of getting dressed and cleaning...I feel like such a rebel.  I didn't get dressed until 10 yesterday either.  10 o'clock.  Me.  It was like my own little mini vacation.

Speaking of vacation, all of you who went on one over fall break and keep posting pics on Facebook and Instagram need to stop doing that now please.  Especially those of you who are now,  have recently gone, or are soon going to Disney. I am having serious Disneyland withdrawals.  I need a Disney fix really bad but Nate seems to think we need money to go.  What does he know anyway?

The boys are loving fall break as well.  The think they need to veg all day because their lives are just so darn tough.  It is nice to have them home despite the fact that I have heard mom said so many times this morning I'm about ready to go buy ear plugs.  In the last minute alone Bay has said it 47 times.  Grif is a close second with 36 times. Dilon thinks he is going to die because it is almost 11 and I haven't let him turn on the playstation yet.  And Dax, well Dax is MIA.  Wish me luck with whatever I discover when I actually find the boy.  

Here's to 3 more days of sleeping in and being lazy.  Nate and I are even going on a real date tomorrow.  Thanks Grandma Taco for offering to take the boys so we could go out.  She must have known we need it.  

Life doesn't get much better than this....except for being at Disneyland.  Nothing beats Disneyland.

It's always my kid

So if you read my previous post you saw that my Grandma Lou passed away last week.  It's been a tough one for me.  I go about my daily routine and the thought will cross my mind  I should go say Hi to grandma today and clean the house, then it hits me.  

I'm happy for her.  She lived 95 fantastic years. 

Yesterday was her funeral.  We laughed (I will get to that in a minute), we cried, and I said one final toodle-loodle-loo.  I will see her again and I know that.  I am grateful I know that.

So back to the laughing part.  It's a funeral.  You shouldn't laugh, right?  

We gathered all the family in the room for the family prayer but before that the funeral director asked all of the little kids (great grands) to come up to the casket.  They had their backs to all the adults in the room.  Grif is one of the bigger kids so he was in the back which basically means all of the adults could see him. The funeral director was talking to them about death and how her spirit isn't in her body anymore. The room was silent and reverent and perfect, until Baylor decided to walk over to Grif and give him a big old smack on the butt.  

Numerous adults had to stifle a laugh.  I just put my head down and tried to pretend the entire room wasn't staring at me.  I could feel my face turn many shades of red.

I've said it a thousand times before and I'm sure I'll say it a couple thousand more....why is it ALWAYS my kid?

Today heaven is a better place

Heaven gained a new angel today.  It's such a bitter sweet thing. Grandma Lou has been such a huge part of my life.  I have so much to say about her but the words won't come. 

Grandma, I'll drink a Pepsi for you if you squeeze grandpa's pinky for me.

Love you!

My baby is 3

I have decided I have to put this picture on all of Baylor's birthday posts.  It helps me remember how blessed we are to get to celebrate his birthday.  He's healthy and happy and my heart is full. 

Yesterday my miracle man turned 3.

  He loved the attention, the dollar presents (which I am grateful for since older brothers think they need things like ipods as presents) and nasty McDonalds for his b-day lunch.  

He was extra special and got 2 cakes this year

Here he is "helping" me make cake #1

I think he liked the finished product

cake #2 courtesy of Grandma Squeaker

Take a look at Dilon.....this is the reason I have to hide the lighters.  

Happy Happy Birthday Baylor Von!  I love you, you spunky little thing. 

boys will be boys

I had the super fun opportunity to go to the doc today for my annual check-up.  No need to go into details of that visit but while I was there he asked me if Nate and I were ready to try for a girl yet.  No thanks, this baby making machine is retired.  

Then I come home and deal with stuff like this.  

If I had girls would I have to remove feet stuck in handrails?  I'm guessing probably not.

Broken ears and a broken nose

He plays football and the trumpet.  Those two things don't particularly go together do they?  I'm raising a well-rounded kid here.  Now does anyone have a soundproof room in their house we can use daily?  No?  Okay, looks like I need to invest in a larger bottle of Ibuprofen then. 

Speaking of Ibuprofen.  I've been through a large amount of children's in the last 24 hours.  I'm pretty sure I broke Baylor's nose yesterday.  He sobbed forever, I cried right along with him I felt so bad. I need to make it clear it was not done intentionally.  I know I have posted several times about wanting to punch people square in the nose when they are making me mad (mostly Nate) but that is not what happened.  We were racing Dax trying to get clothes off for bath time.  I grabbed his hoodie and yanked and expected it to come right off.  Didn't happen.  Somehow Bay ended up in the air with the hoodie, I let go, and boom...faceplant.  Blood and tears everywhere.  Worst. Mother. Ever.  I'm starting to think it had something to do with the fact that he was wearing a Utes hoodie.  Red is not allowed in the Wright house. I had to smuggle the thing in and look what happened.  Anyone want a free shirt?

The pics don't really show the damage done.  Poor kid can't breath and he's all swollen and bruised.  Ignore the blue mouth...that was not a result of me dropping him.  That was just a blue ring pop.  I've  given him whatever he wants today to make up for it.  I'll probably be cleaning up throw up later.  

I feel for the poor kid.  I broke my nose when I was 3 trying to fly off the kitchen table and I've had tons of sinus fun my whole life as a result.  Fingers crossed Bay's is not that bad.  Love you little buddy.

Off he goes

1st day of Kindergarten.  I couldn't really tell if Dax was excited to go or not so I kept asking him if he was nervous.  He kept responding with a no.  I must have asked one too many times because he finally turned to me and said "do you want me to be nervous?".

  Turns out I'm the one who was a little nervous about him going.  I don't know why. His teacher is great. The silence in the house right now is almost overwhelming.  I keep searching for children getting into things they shouldn't be and all I find is Baylor chillin in Nate's chair.  I think he is liking this being home alone thing. So we've been eating ice cream and watching sesame street.  Good times. 

and this has nothing to do with Dax going to kindergarten.  I just wanted to show everyone how special Nate is.....

4th and 6th

That wonderful time of year is here again.  School is back in session.  I love my kiddos.  I really, really do.  I also love having them home (most of the time) but all of us being together 24/7 is not always a good thing.  A break from each other is a great way to remind us how much we really do love our siblings/kiddos/parents.  Sometimes I bug them, sometimes they bug me.  School starting is a win-win for all involved. 

Grifin "gus gus" Wright started 4th grade

He asked me to walk to school with him this morning then he looked out the window and saw a bunch of kids walking alone and changed his mind.  Is it already happening?  Are my kids starting to get embarrassed by me?  I even changed out of my fluffy pink robe for him.

 Dilon "being awesome isn't easy" Wright started 6th grade

My baby is out of grade school.  Why do they keep growing up on me? Someone make it stop. He opted to take the bus today instead of have me drive him to school.  My kids hate me.  Or he is 11 and had to walk to school from k-5th so he was super stoked about getting to go on the bus.  Wait until High School buddy and see if it's still cool.

Pics to come of the rambunctious 5 year old who will be going to Kindergarten next week. 

Some things I love

Nothing new and exciting happening here but I'm feeling the need to blog so why not blog about some things I love.

I love this man of mine who uses all his extra time to help others.  Right now he is helping coach Dilon's football team. 

I love football season (minus how insanely time consuming it is)

I love this little mini man who likes to emulate his older brothers

I love this other kid of mine who constantly puzzles and surprises me.  Last night we had spaghetti for dinner (again) but I made garlic bread I don't normally make.  I told Gus to try it, he would like it.  His response "No I don't.  Last time you made that it was on Halloween night and I didn't like it."  Excuse me?  Who remembers what we ate for dinner almost a year ago.  Seriously I wish I could jump into his brain for just a few minutes.

and well, what's not to love about this kid?  I come home and yank off my nylons asap after church (yes I still wear nylons, some of us aren't fortunate enough to have beautiful golden skin. I have to cover my legs so I don't blind others. It's me doing a good deed for humanity). Dax likes to come home and throw them on. And no I don't wear green nylons to church.  Those are Nate's.  Another reason I love this kid so much...I was having a meltdown the other night trying to cook dinner.  I had four little boys pulling me in different directions wanting/needing something.  Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I yelled "Everyone leave me alone!  I can't do it all.  There is only one of me."  Dax instantly replies: "well there should be two of you.  That would be good."  Heck yeah it would buddy.  Thank you for realizing that. 

Another thing I love...food from my garden. Only half of that was actually from my garden but it still counts. Yes that was all mine and I ate every last bite.  Don't judge.  And no Nate...I wasn't eating by the computer.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it.