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Matthew
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Hammerheads!
The past few weeks have seen the boys signed up in the neighborhood swim team. This team has about 150 kids, ages 5-17, and goes for two months. Ethan wanted to join, and after seeing him swim the first day, Matthew decided he didn't want to miss out on the fun...the next day he joined too.
Ethan
Matthew
Matthew
Ethan
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Matthew
Saturday, May 08, 2010
MooooOOOoo
At breakfast today I was looking at my United States map placemat and showing the kids various state flags and their unique qualities that help differentiate them. Just so you can see how effective this little "lesson" was, here's how the conversation went:
"There is only one flag that is all brown. I'll give you a hint: it is from one of the "new" states. (After New York they have no idea). Okay, I'll give you another hint. It's another name for a jacket." Ethan, the 6-year-old, answers "New Sweater!" "Nooo, I'll give you another hint. It's another name for a type of cow." "New Calf!"
"There is only one flag that is all brown. I'll give you a hint: it is from one of the "new" states. (After New York they have no idea). Okay, I'll give you another hint. It's another name for a jacket." Ethan, the 6-year-old, answers "New Sweater!" "Nooo, I'll give you another hint. It's another name for a type of cow." "New Calf!"
Monday, February 22, 2010
Blackbeard the Baby
I fell asleep on the floor this morning after getting the boys off to school, and before I could exercise, clean or do anything with Lizzie. This is what I woke up to...
Lizzie loves to help herself to my makeup. It's kind of funny. She's wearing Ethan's transformer pajamas, has my makeup on, but it looks like a 5 o'clock shadow, and she was walking around in my pink high heels. Those are her favorite dress up shoes. She makes me laugh.
Lizzie loves to help herself to my makeup. It's kind of funny. She's wearing Ethan's transformer pajamas, has my makeup on, but it looks like a 5 o'clock shadow, and she was walking around in my pink high heels. Those are her favorite dress up shoes. She makes me laugh.
Friday, February 19, 2010
First Place Cake!
Blue and Gold Banquet tonight--Matthew's first. Father's and son's were to decorate cakes for a little friendly competition tonight. Russ' cake won first. He really did all the decorating by himself! I baked the cakes and made the frosting to save time, but he did all the rest. Matthew of course, was too busy playing Harry Potter with Ethan to help his dad make the cake. But he didn't mind standing up there getting the credit. Oh well, it's good for him to have some positive attention once in awhile!
The cake is a model of the Pinewood Derby racetrack, with cars on it that read 1910 and 2010, since this is the 100th year anniversary of Boy Scouting in America.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
French and Indian War
Okay, when was that? And who fought who? Honestly, I don't really remember much. But Matthew is learning about that in his second grade class. So he came home today all hyped about wanting to act out a battle scene. He had me find a colonial scout costume for himself, indian costume for Ethan, general for me. Then we played war. This all sounds so easy, but let me assure you there was PLENTY of drama involved.
Matthew is learning how to "get along" and "play nice" with other people so that other people will want to play with him. Because I have to admit, there were about five times tonight that if I were any less mature than my 34 years, I would have said, "Fine, I quit! I'm not playing with you!" But, I mustered all the good nature I had left at the end of a long day, and a little more borrowed from prayer, and calmly kept it light and playful to avoid him bursting into tears. You see, he has a picture in his mind of how a game is supposed to go, and everyone must act according to that picture, or else they've ruined it. HE can make up rules as he goes along, but no one else can. Everyone else can and must be injured or die throughout the game, but he will never die, and above all else, HE must always win. Yeah. NOT. I had to kindly help him see that games just aren't fun for other people if they never get to win, or if the other guy never pretends to die, or if Matt always tells them everything to do.
(What Ethan often looks like after interacting with Matthew):
So, I sort of set up a little scenario where Matt was up in his fort, Ethan (the indian) crept up under cover of dark, and made some noise to lure the colonial scouts out of their safeplace. Then, once they were out, he led them toward me and we ambushed them and fought hand to hand. This was more fun, because Matthew had the rifle (extendable grabber) and was just shooting us from afar. All we had were arrows (those orange Hot Wheels track pieces) and tomahawks (plastic pirates cutlasses). Hand to hand combat was more fun. I had to kind of give Matt a nod a few times to remind him to keel over, but he got better at it, and it all went pretty well, until Ethan accidentally whipped him in the eye with a net. Matt screamed. I cried, "Man down, man down. I think he's lost an eye!" Matt recognized my melodrama and said, "No, I've still got my eye, Mom." "Whew, disaster averted." (The real disaster averted was distracting Matthew from destroying Ethan on the spot)!
After that risky and frankly exhausting adventure, I was more than ready to put them in bed. Make no mistake, I did not do all that with a purely willing, happy, motherly heart. No, I wanted to send those tiny louts to their beds as soon as we got back from scouts, but I felt obligated to feed them first. I fed them yesterday. Here they're back for more. I bet they'll do it again tomorrow, even. Predictable little ingrates. hahahaha Ooh, I better go to bed earlier tonight.
Matthew is learning how to "get along" and "play nice" with other people so that other people will want to play with him. Because I have to admit, there were about five times tonight that if I were any less mature than my 34 years, I would have said, "Fine, I quit! I'm not playing with you!" But, I mustered all the good nature I had left at the end of a long day, and a little more borrowed from prayer, and calmly kept it light and playful to avoid him bursting into tears. You see, he has a picture in his mind of how a game is supposed to go, and everyone must act according to that picture, or else they've ruined it. HE can make up rules as he goes along, but no one else can. Everyone else can and must be injured or die throughout the game, but he will never die, and above all else, HE must always win. Yeah. NOT. I had to kindly help him see that games just aren't fun for other people if they never get to win, or if the other guy never pretends to die, or if Matt always tells them everything to do.
(What Ethan often looks like after interacting with Matthew):
So, I sort of set up a little scenario where Matt was up in his fort, Ethan (the indian) crept up under cover of dark, and made some noise to lure the colonial scouts out of their safeplace. Then, once they were out, he led them toward me and we ambushed them and fought hand to hand. This was more fun, because Matthew had the rifle (extendable grabber) and was just shooting us from afar. All we had were arrows (those orange Hot Wheels track pieces) and tomahawks (plastic pirates cutlasses). Hand to hand combat was more fun. I had to kind of give Matt a nod a few times to remind him to keel over, but he got better at it, and it all went pretty well, until Ethan accidentally whipped him in the eye with a net. Matt screamed. I cried, "Man down, man down. I think he's lost an eye!" Matt recognized my melodrama and said, "No, I've still got my eye, Mom." "Whew, disaster averted." (The real disaster averted was distracting Matthew from destroying Ethan on the spot)!
After that risky and frankly exhausting adventure, I was more than ready to put them in bed. Make no mistake, I did not do all that with a purely willing, happy, motherly heart. No, I wanted to send those tiny louts to their beds as soon as we got back from scouts, but I felt obligated to feed them first. I fed them yesterday. Here they're back for more. I bet they'll do it again tomorrow, even. Predictable little ingrates. hahahaha Ooh, I better go to bed earlier tonight.
Friday, February 05, 2010
The funniest thing I heard today...
First, the background. One thing I do to motivate my boys to hurry up so we can get them to school on time, is that whoever is buckled into his seat in the van first gets to choose the first song we listen to on the way to school. We have this pirate CD we all like to listen to and they each have their favorites.
This morning Ethan was buckled in first, but he had forgotten his backpack in the house. Matt, of course, only remembered his because I gave it to him on his way out. Ususally they both leave theirs and I end up taking them to the car. But, Matt contended that since Ethan "wasn't ready since he didn't have his backpack", then Matt should get to choose the first song. Ethan protested, following which they argued and Matthew hit him hard enough to make him cry.
Since they were arguing, I decided to let them listen to the most recent Primary CD instead, which neither one liked. But, when it got to the second song, "I am a Child of God", Ethan knew how to get the most out of it by annoying Matthew. He used his ability inherited from his dad to make up funny words to a song as it goes along. This is what I heard coming from the back seat, punctuated by Matt's "Shut Up" every few seconds...
"I am a child of God, and He has sent me here
Has given me a meeee-ean brother, who hits me, kicks me and doesn't share.
Lead me, Hide me from my brother...."
Now for the funniest thing I've seen all day:
Lizzie, brushing Tigger's teeth this morning. She also came into the kitchen tonight, riding the boys' big dinosaur and giving her teddy bear and Tigger a ride, too. It reminds me of how in the movies little boys used to pretend to ride those stick horses, only here is Lizzie with her dinosaur, riding it like a cowgirl around the living room. She makes me laugh.
This morning Ethan was buckled in first, but he had forgotten his backpack in the house. Matt, of course, only remembered his because I gave it to him on his way out. Ususally they both leave theirs and I end up taking them to the car. But, Matt contended that since Ethan "wasn't ready since he didn't have his backpack", then Matt should get to choose the first song. Ethan protested, following which they argued and Matthew hit him hard enough to make him cry.
Since they were arguing, I decided to let them listen to the most recent Primary CD instead, which neither one liked. But, when it got to the second song, "I am a Child of God", Ethan knew how to get the most out of it by annoying Matthew. He used his ability inherited from his dad to make up funny words to a song as it goes along. This is what I heard coming from the back seat, punctuated by Matt's "Shut Up" every few seconds...
"I am a child of God, and He has sent me here
Has given me a meeee-ean brother, who hits me, kicks me and doesn't share.
Lead me, Hide me from my brother...."
Now for the funniest thing I've seen all day:
Lizzie, brushing Tigger's teeth this morning. She also came into the kitchen tonight, riding the boys' big dinosaur and giving her teddy bear and Tigger a ride, too. It reminds me of how in the movies little boys used to pretend to ride those stick horses, only here is Lizzie with her dinosaur, riding it like a cowgirl around the living room. She makes me laugh.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Airrosti!
I can breathe and move without pain. What a wonderful thing. We don't really think about it much, until it is taken away for awhile...then we appreciate it.
Four weeks ago, I was laying down on my bed when my two-year-old daughter jumped on me and landed a knee in my left ribcage. Great. Pain. Apparently separated the ribs. There was a sharp pain every time I tried to breathe in deeply, or lay on my side, or move certain ways. I tried everything I could, to no avail (aside from the obvious...see a doctor). Three weeks later when my parents and Russ's parents came out here to see Matt's baptism, one of them tried to help "fix" me which made it worse. Extreme. Pain. (I had invited the help, mind you). So, I took a muscle relaxer and pain pill, and it was great for a few days. Then just two days ago, I was literally walking out the door to go to my neurofeedback appointment (to fix my brain, remember), when I coughed a very innocent cough. Probably a lingering pneumonia cough combined with allergies. Just a cough. And whammo! I heard a crack or pop and FELT a rib move out of place. It was a disgusting feeling, followed by extreme pain. Now, I do natural childbirth, but I tell you that as I stood there hardly moving, breathing shallowly, I was crying. And, obviously not thinking clearly, because I was still considering driving to my appointment with my daughter in tow. Yeah, right.
Finally, it came to me that I would have to have help from somebody. I have only one neighbor that I would feel okay about asking for help from, she's really sweet, but she homeschool her two girls and I didn't want to interrupt them. The rest of our neighborhood who know us don't even like us, the ones who don't know us don't care to (more on that later) so that is right out. And the south is supposed to be friendly. Let's see...we've lived in the south for 7-8 of our 10 years of marriage and have yet to find that to be the case. The military are friendly, but the locals, not so much. But I digress.
So, here I am, in pain with no one nearby to turn to. Who do I turn to? Who else--my visiting teachers! I called one, who happened to be in a primary presidency meeting at the time. They all hurried over, and one lady took Lizzie to her house to play with all the kids, while my visiting teacher took me to the doctor's office. There they were, right away, so concerned for me, so happy and willing to help, making it seem like no trouble at all. That's what I love about the members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They open up their hearts to love everybody, and show it by serving, and they're so good at it. Some of them, you can't be in their presence without feeling that you've met a real, live angel, but you don't want to ask because you know that's silly. Angel's aren't pregnant mothers of five children. Are they?
Anyway, the reason I wrote this post in the first place was to say that two days ago I was in severe pain, could hardly move or breathe without extreme pain, and two days later I have very little pain and full range of motion. I went to an Airrosti clinic of a chiropractor I know from church, where an Airrosti student (former chiropractor)worked on me there. It's a "hand's on treatment [that] will correct and realign the muscle/fascial injury back to its original state. This will improve your muscle function, range of motion, and flexibility, while decreasing inflammation." Basically, they identify the exact muscles involved in the injury and press really hard, working along the muscle and bone to put everything back the way it's supposed to be. It's a very intense and painful treatment while it lasts, but boy it works, and I walked out of that office an hour later, sore but in much less pain.
Today, they worked on my ribs again, and I had them work on my back that has been bothering me forever. That feels better already. I'm going to keep going back so I can fix all these problems I've had for years. Airrosti can treat traumatic injuries (like my ribs) or chronic problems (like bad knees, backs, carpal tunnel, etc etc). So....now I'm a big fan! I'm moving all over the place today!
Check out Airrosti.com maybe they have it in your neck of the woods. Since I had a "student" fixing me, I was only charged a training fee of $35 for an hour of treatment. That was talking/education, the torture (I mean treatment), rehab program design (physical therapy) and strapping with kinesio tape to promote healing. Pretty awesome, huh?
Lizzie is up from her nap now, so I'm done. This is far too long anyway. I'm outtie.
This is the picture I got from the www.airrosti.com website that shows what types of injuries they typically treat. Although, if you notice, separated ribs aren't mentioned, yet they fixed me up just fine. So, who knows. Check it out. Tell them Val Bastian sent ya. I get a hundred dollars per referral. Just kidding. But you'll thank me.
Four weeks ago, I was laying down on my bed when my two-year-old daughter jumped on me and landed a knee in my left ribcage. Great. Pain. Apparently separated the ribs. There was a sharp pain every time I tried to breathe in deeply, or lay on my side, or move certain ways. I tried everything I could, to no avail (aside from the obvious...see a doctor). Three weeks later when my parents and Russ's parents came out here to see Matt's baptism, one of them tried to help "fix" me which made it worse. Extreme. Pain. (I had invited the help, mind you). So, I took a muscle relaxer and pain pill, and it was great for a few days. Then just two days ago, I was literally walking out the door to go to my neurofeedback appointment (to fix my brain, remember), when I coughed a very innocent cough. Probably a lingering pneumonia cough combined with allergies. Just a cough. And whammo! I heard a crack or pop and FELT a rib move out of place. It was a disgusting feeling, followed by extreme pain. Now, I do natural childbirth, but I tell you that as I stood there hardly moving, breathing shallowly, I was crying. And, obviously not thinking clearly, because I was still considering driving to my appointment with my daughter in tow. Yeah, right.
Finally, it came to me that I would have to have help from somebody. I have only one neighbor that I would feel okay about asking for help from, she's really sweet, but she homeschool her two girls and I didn't want to interrupt them. The rest of our neighborhood who know us don't even like us, the ones who don't know us don't care to (more on that later) so that is right out. And the south is supposed to be friendly. Let's see...we've lived in the south for 7-8 of our 10 years of marriage and have yet to find that to be the case. The military are friendly, but the locals, not so much. But I digress.
So, here I am, in pain with no one nearby to turn to. Who do I turn to? Who else--my visiting teachers! I called one, who happened to be in a primary presidency meeting at the time. They all hurried over, and one lady took Lizzie to her house to play with all the kids, while my visiting teacher took me to the doctor's office. There they were, right away, so concerned for me, so happy and willing to help, making it seem like no trouble at all. That's what I love about the members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They open up their hearts to love everybody, and show it by serving, and they're so good at it. Some of them, you can't be in their presence without feeling that you've met a real, live angel, but you don't want to ask because you know that's silly. Angel's aren't pregnant mothers of five children. Are they?
Anyway, the reason I wrote this post in the first place was to say that two days ago I was in severe pain, could hardly move or breathe without extreme pain, and two days later I have very little pain and full range of motion. I went to an Airrosti clinic of a chiropractor I know from church, where an Airrosti student (former chiropractor)worked on me there. It's a "hand's on treatment [that] will correct and realign the muscle/fascial injury back to its original state. This will improve your muscle function, range of motion, and flexibility, while decreasing inflammation." Basically, they identify the exact muscles involved in the injury and press really hard, working along the muscle and bone to put everything back the way it's supposed to be. It's a very intense and painful treatment while it lasts, but boy it works, and I walked out of that office an hour later, sore but in much less pain.
Today, they worked on my ribs again, and I had them work on my back that has been bothering me forever. That feels better already. I'm going to keep going back so I can fix all these problems I've had for years. Airrosti can treat traumatic injuries (like my ribs) or chronic problems (like bad knees, backs, carpal tunnel, etc etc). So....now I'm a big fan! I'm moving all over the place today!
Check out Airrosti.com maybe they have it in your neck of the woods. Since I had a "student" fixing me, I was only charged a training fee of $35 for an hour of treatment. That was talking/education, the torture (I mean treatment), rehab program design (physical therapy) and strapping with kinesio tape to promote healing. Pretty awesome, huh?
Lizzie is up from her nap now, so I'm done. This is far too long anyway. I'm outtie.
This is the picture I got from the www.airrosti.com website that shows what types of injuries they typically treat. Although, if you notice, separated ribs aren't mentioned, yet they fixed me up just fine. So, who knows. Check it out. Tell them Val Bastian sent ya. I get a hundred dollars per referral. Just kidding. But you'll thank me.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Goals R Grrrreat--let me set some for you
Russ loves setting goals. He would categorize them and make major and minor ones in each category. He'd end up with like 37 goals. I would watch and try to remember my goal to not tease him about obsessing over setting goals. But, in the spirit of making a new person of ourselves, here is my suggestion for a few things one could do to improve oneself each day...
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Willy Nilly Silly Old Bear
Lizzie loves Pooh Bear. It's her answer to everything. The first thing I ask her in the morning when I wake her up is "What did you dream about last night?" Her response, invariably is "Pooh Bear!"
This morning in the van on the way to church, following a scuffle with the boys, Russ asked them "Now, who wants to have a good day today, and not fight?" Both boys actually said, "I do!" Then Russ said, "And who wants to fight and have a bad day today?" That's when Lizzie piped up with "Pooh Bear!"
On the way home from church, Ethan had some theological questions for us, as our kids tend to do at the age of six. He started with, "Why didn't God want Adam and Eve to eat the fruit on that tree in the Garden of Eden?" After discussing that, it progressed to "If God created the earth, then who created him? And who created him? And him, and him?" Before we could even open our mouths, Lizzie had the answer: "POOH BEAR!"
Monday, December 07, 2009
Update--Disney World trip
Well, I haven't written in this blog with anything substantial in about forever, so...why start now? Just kidding.
For Thanksgiving we drove to Orlando, Florida, to meet my parents at their time-share and go to Disney World for 5 days. It was a really nice trip. The kids were even pretty good in the car. Thank goodness for portable DVD players, of course.
Disney World was fun. It was nice to have grandparents there so that we could split up the boys. Plus, Ethan loves all the fast rides and Matt...not so much. Ethan went with Grandpa Nielsen and they waited in the lines to ride the fast rides they wanted. Disney has this cool thing now--aside from FastPasses (where you insert your park entrance ticket in a machine and you get a return time to come back to the ride with little to no wait). The cool thing is "rider switch." Both parents go to the beginning of the line with the kids, and if one of the kids is too little to ride, they'll give one parent a rider switch pass (which is just like a fast pass) so they can wait with that child, and as soon as the other parent (and/or other kids) comes off then the second parent can go without waiting in line again. The really cool thing is, if you have other people with you (like grandparents, aunts, uncles, whatever) the second person can take 2-3 other riders with them on a rider swap. So, some of the people get to ride twice in a short time. And, if it was a ride that you had a fast pass on in the first place, all the better.
Anyway, that was cool. When I was younger, I was willing to wait in lines, but now with kids, No Way. Even by myself I wouldn't wait longer than 20 minutes I think. I just like to walk around and look at stuff. We took our stroller, and that helped a lot. Another good thing is that you can take in your own food and drinks, unlike Sea World. We upgraded to park hopper tickets, but never used them, so I wouldn't do that again. Each park is enough to keep a family occupied for a whole day and more. We got a great deal with the military special. Russ got his 5-day pass for free, and each of our companion passes were only $99 each (no charge for Lizzie who is 2 years old), with $25 extra per companion to upgrade to park hopper. I believe it is a lot more for the general population. Also, as a retiree, I think my dad got a free pass and my mom got a companion pass as well.
The only unfortunate thing about the trip was that on the drive home our driver side window just exploded all of a sudden. It was about 9:30 p.m. on Saturday night. We were on the highway in Louisiana and there was a loud POP and then glass shattered and blew in all over the car. Amazingly, neither the driver (Russ) nor any of the rest of us were hurt. Lizzie was in a car seat directly behind the driver, and there were little pieces of glass in her car seat, a large chunk of glass that flew right past her head to land in the middle of the van, glass all along the side of the van, driver's side, even all over the back floor where Matt, Val and Ethan were sitting. It was tempered glass--maybe that's why the glass didn't cut anyone? Matt and I actually had our heads bowed together at the time it happened, because I was praying with him before he went to sleep. That was a blessing, since we were in line behind the driver and Lizzie. All in all, it was an amazing experience, and a witness to us that God answers our prayers. We always pray for safety whenever we embark on a car trip, as we had that day.
We learned from our last car trip (when we hit a deer) that it's a good idea to lower our insurance deductible to $0 before a big trip, which we did, and boy are we glad. We got a short length of heavy duty plastic table cover from the sewing section at Walmart to cover the window, duct taped it on, and drove home the next two days with it like that.
We've all been sick here the last week and a half. Matt has had adenovirus for over a week now (fever, coughing, extreme fatigue, conjunctivitis, and overall zombie-like appearance--haha). I'm hoping he'll go back to school tomorrow. Ethan had a bad asthma attack last night, and I was worried that he might get what Matt has, which would be so much worse with asthma. Then, Lizzie has conjunctivitis now. Her eyes were glued shut this morning. I have appointments for all three tomorrow. So, I'm thinking that the boys will be fine, and Lizzie will have eye drops so hopefully nobody will be contagious with anything by this weekend.
For Thanksgiving we drove to Orlando, Florida, to meet my parents at their time-share and go to Disney World for 5 days. It was a really nice trip. The kids were even pretty good in the car. Thank goodness for portable DVD players, of course.
Disney World was fun. It was nice to have grandparents there so that we could split up the boys. Plus, Ethan loves all the fast rides and Matt...not so much. Ethan went with Grandpa Nielsen and they waited in the lines to ride the fast rides they wanted. Disney has this cool thing now--aside from FastPasses (where you insert your park entrance ticket in a machine and you get a return time to come back to the ride with little to no wait). The cool thing is "rider switch." Both parents go to the beginning of the line with the kids, and if one of the kids is too little to ride, they'll give one parent a rider switch pass (which is just like a fast pass) so they can wait with that child, and as soon as the other parent (and/or other kids) comes off then the second parent can go without waiting in line again. The really cool thing is, if you have other people with you (like grandparents, aunts, uncles, whatever) the second person can take 2-3 other riders with them on a rider swap. So, some of the people get to ride twice in a short time. And, if it was a ride that you had a fast pass on in the first place, all the better.
Anyway, that was cool. When I was younger, I was willing to wait in lines, but now with kids, No Way. Even by myself I wouldn't wait longer than 20 minutes I think. I just like to walk around and look at stuff. We took our stroller, and that helped a lot. Another good thing is that you can take in your own food and drinks, unlike Sea World. We upgraded to park hopper tickets, but never used them, so I wouldn't do that again. Each park is enough to keep a family occupied for a whole day and more. We got a great deal with the military special. Russ got his 5-day pass for free, and each of our companion passes were only $99 each (no charge for Lizzie who is 2 years old), with $25 extra per companion to upgrade to park hopper. I believe it is a lot more for the general population. Also, as a retiree, I think my dad got a free pass and my mom got a companion pass as well.
The only unfortunate thing about the trip was that on the drive home our driver side window just exploded all of a sudden. It was about 9:30 p.m. on Saturday night. We were on the highway in Louisiana and there was a loud POP and then glass shattered and blew in all over the car. Amazingly, neither the driver (Russ) nor any of the rest of us were hurt. Lizzie was in a car seat directly behind the driver, and there were little pieces of glass in her car seat, a large chunk of glass that flew right past her head to land in the middle of the van, glass all along the side of the van, driver's side, even all over the back floor where Matt, Val and Ethan were sitting. It was tempered glass--maybe that's why the glass didn't cut anyone? Matt and I actually had our heads bowed together at the time it happened, because I was praying with him before he went to sleep. That was a blessing, since we were in line behind the driver and Lizzie. All in all, it was an amazing experience, and a witness to us that God answers our prayers. We always pray for safety whenever we embark on a car trip, as we had that day.
We learned from our last car trip (when we hit a deer) that it's a good idea to lower our insurance deductible to $0 before a big trip, which we did, and boy are we glad. We got a short length of heavy duty plastic table cover from the sewing section at Walmart to cover the window, duct taped it on, and drove home the next two days with it like that.
We've all been sick here the last week and a half. Matt has had adenovirus for over a week now (fever, coughing, extreme fatigue, conjunctivitis, and overall zombie-like appearance--haha). I'm hoping he'll go back to school tomorrow. Ethan had a bad asthma attack last night, and I was worried that he might get what Matt has, which would be so much worse with asthma. Then, Lizzie has conjunctivitis now. Her eyes were glued shut this morning. I have appointments for all three tomorrow. So, I'm thinking that the boys will be fine, and Lizzie will have eye drops so hopefully nobody will be contagious with anything by this weekend.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Dinos
The boys love dinosaurs, and Matthew in particular will devour anything he can get his claws on that has to do with them. We have some really great videos about dinosaurs, EXCEPT that they constantly talk about evolution, and Matthew is now wavering in his testimony about whether there is a God. Yesterday he told Russ, "I don't know, Dad. The theory of evolution is pretty convincing. If evolution is true, then there wasn't a God. But, if there is a God, then evolution isn't true."
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Kitty pics
Guess what? Exactly one week after Cinnamon had her five babies, our other cat, Sugar had three of her own. Now we have ten cats in this house! Actually, it's fun to have the little kitties. The older set are starting to venture around my room and out into the hallway. The others still stay with their mama in the closet. So...we'll have 5 kittens ready to give to new homes next Wed (they'll be 6 weeks old). Then, the Wed. after that, the other 3 will be ready to go. I just want Matthew to be able to see them before we give them away. He'll be devastated if he doesn't get to see them first.
Know anyone in Del Rio/San Antonio that wants a kitten or two?
Val
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
New Babies!
llllllllllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiizzz
Lizzie just typed her name.
Guess what! We have five new babies at our house this morning! 5 new baby kittens, that is. Our cat, Cinnamon (who is only 10 months old herself) just gave birth to her first (and last) litter of kittens. Here's how it happened:
Russ and I were awakened at 0145 this morning by a screaming Ethan. When we ran in to see what was the matter, we saw Cinnamon on his bed (actually it was Matt's bed--he'll love that) next to a kitten with it's placenta still attached. For some reason, I never thought of the kittens having placentas--I just imagined them all being born by themselves I guess. Anyway, I stayed with Cinnamon and after a few minutes of watching, Russ took Ethan back to bed with him. I stayed up the rest of the night with Cinnamon--the last one was born around 0530.
A little while ago I asked Ethan what he first thought when he woke up and there was a kitten in his bed--did he know it was a kitten? He said, "No! I thought Cinnamon had just brought me a dead mouse! A slimy dead mouse. I didn't know it was a kitten." Gross! No wonder he screamed. The funny thing is, I made two different nests for Cinnamon--one under Matt's bed and one in the back of my closet. Instead she choose to climb up in bed. Interestingly enough, I remember reading an account of my grandmother, Laraine Jones Nielsen, in which she recalled as a girl waking up one night in the bed she shared with her sisters. She said "There was a mewing, wet mess at our feet--our cat had kittens in our bed!"
The next surprise after discovering that each kitten had it's own placenta, was that the mother cat EATS the placenta! She chews through the umbilical cord and then chows down the afterbirth, before she evens licks off the kitten! So, cats eat throughout labor--why can't people? Thank goodness we have other options on our menu. Ew.
The first baby was tan, the second, gray; the third was the runt of the litter--a very small tan one. The fourth kitty was also tan. The fifth kitty has her mother's coloring: a dark orange, with some stripes.
It's a good thing I stuck around watching with Cinnamon, because she had trouble with the fifth birth. I actually had gotten our old Sony Hi8 videocamera out, and thought I had filmed the fourth birth, but I forgot to press record. Yes, retarded, I know. But, I figured it out in time to film the 5th one. I actually had to set the camera down and help her with that one--she was really meowing and moving around alot, and it was stuck with just it's hind legs hanging out. I tried to help gently tug on it, and finally had to use a towel because otherwise it was too slippery. I was afraid I might damage the kitten, so I didn't pull too much--besides, Cinnamon turned on me a few times and I didn't want to make it more painful for her. She was in distress though. The others all came out with one or two pushes. This one took a lot longer. Finally it did come out, but the afterbirth was still partially inside the cat, when Cinnamon decided to jump down off the bed. Since I had backed off and was holding the camera, I didn't see her about to jump until she did it. I thought the fall might have killed that newborn kitten, but thankfully it didn't. Maybe the drop to the floor helped the rest of the afterbirth to come out. Cinnamon licked the baby some, but then started chomping down the placenta, so I took my towel and helped wipe off the kitten. I was afraid from the way it's chest was moving so deeply in and out that it wasn't breathing, so I kept stroking it with the towel until Cinnamon took over. Eventually it did start to mew. After she cleaned it off, I put it up in the bed with the other kittens.
Now it is later morning, and I showed Cinnamon the bed I made for her and the kitties in my closet. I used a dresser drawer, with a towel folded in the bottom, covered by a towel changing pad liner, which fit perfectly. I know that the mama cat likes to move her babies herself, but I didn't want her to have to move them off Matt's bed. I carried the kittens in a towel to my closet, near but not in the bed I had prepared. Hopefully Cinnamon will just move them there herself, and we can call it good. I figure that's the safest place for them, where it's quiet, dark, warm, and protected from children.
For some reason, Russ didn't want to see the video of Cinnamon eating the placenta. I think it's fascinating; he thinks it's gross. I don't know how to get my Hi8 cassette onto my computer, or I would upload the video for all my "avid readers". In fact, I don't even remember how to hook it up to my tv so I can make a videotape of it. Any help?
Matthew will be excited to see the video. I'm sure if he was here, he would have stayed awake with me, watching the whole thing.
Lizzie just typed her name.
Guess what! We have five new babies at our house this morning! 5 new baby kittens, that is. Our cat, Cinnamon (who is only 10 months old herself) just gave birth to her first (and last) litter of kittens. Here's how it happened:
Russ and I were awakened at 0145 this morning by a screaming Ethan. When we ran in to see what was the matter, we saw Cinnamon on his bed (actually it was Matt's bed--he'll love that) next to a kitten with it's placenta still attached. For some reason, I never thought of the kittens having placentas--I just imagined them all being born by themselves I guess. Anyway, I stayed with Cinnamon and after a few minutes of watching, Russ took Ethan back to bed with him. I stayed up the rest of the night with Cinnamon--the last one was born around 0530.
A little while ago I asked Ethan what he first thought when he woke up and there was a kitten in his bed--did he know it was a kitten? He said, "No! I thought Cinnamon had just brought me a dead mouse! A slimy dead mouse. I didn't know it was a kitten." Gross! No wonder he screamed. The funny thing is, I made two different nests for Cinnamon--one under Matt's bed and one in the back of my closet. Instead she choose to climb up in bed. Interestingly enough, I remember reading an account of my grandmother, Laraine Jones Nielsen, in which she recalled as a girl waking up one night in the bed she shared with her sisters. She said "There was a mewing, wet mess at our feet--our cat had kittens in our bed!"
The next surprise after discovering that each kitten had it's own placenta, was that the mother cat EATS the placenta! She chews through the umbilical cord and then chows down the afterbirth, before she evens licks off the kitten! So, cats eat throughout labor--why can't people? Thank goodness we have other options on our menu. Ew.
The first baby was tan, the second, gray; the third was the runt of the litter--a very small tan one. The fourth kitty was also tan. The fifth kitty has her mother's coloring: a dark orange, with some stripes.
It's a good thing I stuck around watching with Cinnamon, because she had trouble with the fifth birth. I actually had gotten our old Sony Hi8 videocamera out, and thought I had filmed the fourth birth, but I forgot to press record. Yes, retarded, I know. But, I figured it out in time to film the 5th one. I actually had to set the camera down and help her with that one--she was really meowing and moving around alot, and it was stuck with just it's hind legs hanging out. I tried to help gently tug on it, and finally had to use a towel because otherwise it was too slippery. I was afraid I might damage the kitten, so I didn't pull too much--besides, Cinnamon turned on me a few times and I didn't want to make it more painful for her. She was in distress though. The others all came out with one or two pushes. This one took a lot longer. Finally it did come out, but the afterbirth was still partially inside the cat, when Cinnamon decided to jump down off the bed. Since I had backed off and was holding the camera, I didn't see her about to jump until she did it. I thought the fall might have killed that newborn kitten, but thankfully it didn't. Maybe the drop to the floor helped the rest of the afterbirth to come out. Cinnamon licked the baby some, but then started chomping down the placenta, so I took my towel and helped wipe off the kitten. I was afraid from the way it's chest was moving so deeply in and out that it wasn't breathing, so I kept stroking it with the towel until Cinnamon took over. Eventually it did start to mew. After she cleaned it off, I put it up in the bed with the other kittens.
Now it is later morning, and I showed Cinnamon the bed I made for her and the kitties in my closet. I used a dresser drawer, with a towel folded in the bottom, covered by a towel changing pad liner, which fit perfectly. I know that the mama cat likes to move her babies herself, but I didn't want her to have to move them off Matt's bed. I carried the kittens in a towel to my closet, near but not in the bed I had prepared. Hopefully Cinnamon will just move them there herself, and we can call it good. I figure that's the safest place for them, where it's quiet, dark, warm, and protected from children.
For some reason, Russ didn't want to see the video of Cinnamon eating the placenta. I think it's fascinating; he thinks it's gross. I don't know how to get my Hi8 cassette onto my computer, or I would upload the video for all my "avid readers". In fact, I don't even remember how to hook it up to my tv so I can make a videotape of it. Any help?
Matthew will be excited to see the video. I'm sure if he was here, he would have stayed awake with me, watching the whole thing.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Geocaching
We're going to try Geocaching, finally! I got a Garmin eTrex Venture (handheld gps especially designed for geocaching), and loaded up a bunch of sites in Del Rio and San Antonio, and all along the way from here to there. So, I think for our date tonight, Russ and I will try it out. Then we can do it with the kids tomorrow.
Matthew has been in the Laurel Ridge Treatment Center in San Antonio for 3 weeks now. We get to take him out for a few hours on a pass tomorrow, so we'll go have lunch at Pizza Hut and then go do some geocaching.
I haven't posted anything for quite awhile--since May 11th. Things were just too crazy, and besides, what do you say? My child is in a psychiatric hospital? Well, there it is. We think he might be bipolar, and he really needed to be on some meds to help control it. The earliest appointment we could get was mid-July, and that just wasn't going to cut it. Our only other option was to put him in the hospital right away. Luckily our insurance (TriCare Prime) pays for it all, or there's no way we could do it. Acute care was something like $1300/day and even the extended living facilities where he is now is $650/day. They have him on some meds now, which a psychiatrist adjusts as they observe him. Matt goes to summer school there, they swim on Tues, Thurs and Sat. We call him every night. He seems to be doing better each week. Tomorrow we'll drive out there (3.5 hour drive) for a weekly family therapy session with him, and then we get to take him out.
At first Ethan didn't really miss him. But, after 2.5 weeks, he started saying he missed Matthew and wanted him home. We don't know how long he'll be there, but it looks like it could be two months. He needs to be stabilized on his meds and capable of returning home and assimilating back into the family appropriately. He was getting more agitated, irritable and aggressive, making more threats and acting out physically (like destroying property). We're hoping not to have to deal with that when he returns.
We have applied for humanitarian reassignment so that we can be closer to facilities/medical care that our family needs. We expect to move by the end of the summer, probably to Shreveport, LA. That is where Barksdale AFB is,and where Russ will once again fly the B-52.
Okay, now we're going on our date.
Matthew has been in the Laurel Ridge Treatment Center in San Antonio for 3 weeks now. We get to take him out for a few hours on a pass tomorrow, so we'll go have lunch at Pizza Hut and then go do some geocaching.
I haven't posted anything for quite awhile--since May 11th. Things were just too crazy, and besides, what do you say? My child is in a psychiatric hospital? Well, there it is. We think he might be bipolar, and he really needed to be on some meds to help control it. The earliest appointment we could get was mid-July, and that just wasn't going to cut it. Our only other option was to put him in the hospital right away. Luckily our insurance (TriCare Prime) pays for it all, or there's no way we could do it. Acute care was something like $1300/day and even the extended living facilities where he is now is $650/day. They have him on some meds now, which a psychiatrist adjusts as they observe him. Matt goes to summer school there, they swim on Tues, Thurs and Sat. We call him every night. He seems to be doing better each week. Tomorrow we'll drive out there (3.5 hour drive) for a weekly family therapy session with him, and then we get to take him out.
At first Ethan didn't really miss him. But, after 2.5 weeks, he started saying he missed Matthew and wanted him home. We don't know how long he'll be there, but it looks like it could be two months. He needs to be stabilized on his meds and capable of returning home and assimilating back into the family appropriately. He was getting more agitated, irritable and aggressive, making more threats and acting out physically (like destroying property). We're hoping not to have to deal with that when he returns.
We have applied for humanitarian reassignment so that we can be closer to facilities/medical care that our family needs. We expect to move by the end of the summer, probably to Shreveport, LA. That is where Barksdale AFB is,and where Russ will once again fly the B-52.
Okay, now we're going on our date.
Monday, May 11, 2009
You'll get a good laugh from this
Check this out! I can't get the link on here, but just go to jibjab.com and under the category of Mother's Day, play the preview for "Famous Mothers".
Ethan, Lizzie and I have watched it over and over. We still laugh............
Later the same day:
Speaking of a good laugh, this morning while I was watching this video on the computer with Ethan, Lizzie came up and put something in my hand. I accepted it, but then I jumped, screamed and dropped it when I saw half of a wet, dead cockroach in my hand!
Now, here is where I am glad to have cats. I've seen them eat cockroaches before, always leaving at least one bent, hairy leg as a calling card assuring me they are doing their duty. If it weren't for this, I would have been more disgusted (if that's possible), because I would have to guess out of which little mouth that wet, dead half of a cockroach came.
The other day after I cleaned the bathroom, I was looking around for where I had set the sponge. I couldn't find it, and forgot about it, until later that afternoon I saw my cute little curly-headed toddler holding that dirty, damp blue sponge over her face. She also tries to drink out of the hampster's water bottle, cat's water dish and the green water from the neighbor's bird bath.
As a result, this child is hardly ever sick. She is constantly immunizing herself through exposure in small degrees. A worthy example of health-conscious efforts at such an early age. I think my last word of praise for her here is...eww.
Ethan, Lizzie and I have watched it over and over. We still laugh............
Later the same day:
Speaking of a good laugh, this morning while I was watching this video on the computer with Ethan, Lizzie came up and put something in my hand. I accepted it, but then I jumped, screamed and dropped it when I saw half of a wet, dead cockroach in my hand!
Now, here is where I am glad to have cats. I've seen them eat cockroaches before, always leaving at least one bent, hairy leg as a calling card assuring me they are doing their duty. If it weren't for this, I would have been more disgusted (if that's possible), because I would have to guess out of which little mouth that wet, dead half of a cockroach came.
The other day after I cleaned the bathroom, I was looking around for where I had set the sponge. I couldn't find it, and forgot about it, until later that afternoon I saw my cute little curly-headed toddler holding that dirty, damp blue sponge over her face. She also tries to drink out of the hampster's water bottle, cat's water dish and the green water from the neighbor's bird bath.
As a result, this child is hardly ever sick. She is constantly immunizing herself through exposure in small degrees. A worthy example of health-conscious efforts at such an early age. I think my last word of praise for her here is...eww.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Happy Mother's Day!
Isn't this how we'd like to picture our children...
fun-loving, creative and intelligent...
although, more often they look like this type of
fun-loving, creative and intelligent!
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Found a puppy
We took a different route to WalMart today, and when we stopped to check out some armadillo road kill, we found a little puppy nearby. We brought her home with us and fed her--she's very friendly and good with the kids, and I haven't heard her bark yet. Probably won't keep her though. Does anybody have an idea what type of dog this is? I need to list it in the paper.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Steel Eel, and other misadventures
Yesterday I dropped Russ and the kids off at SeaWorld while I went to the temple. I joined them later that afternoon. It took quite a bit of coaxing to get Matthew to go down the big water slide the first time. After that he thought it was so fun that he kept going. So, we thought, hey--he's being so brave, maybe he will like one of the roller coasters too. He was just tall enough this time visiting to ride one of my favorites--the old-fashioned coaster called the Steel Eel.
Take an eel-lectrifying ride.
SeaWorld San Antonio boasts the Southwest's first hypercoaster, the "Steel Eel," with its pulse-pounding, 15-story initial drop, speeds of almost 65 mph and non-stop peaks, valleys and camelbacks that create maximum "air time," or weightlessness - a hypercoaster's signature feature. This "eel-lectrifying," state-of-the-art coaster zooms along 3,700 feet of track and covers the serpentine route in approximately two minutes. Height Requirement: Guests must be at least 48 inches tall to ride.Yeah...
Bad idea. Russ said that from the top of the first hill on the Steel Eel, Matthew did NOT like it. Matt said that when it dropped it "really hurt my stomach". He was sobbing when the ride ended. I fear we may have traumatized the boy for life. I'm sure he will never try another fast roller coaster for a long, long time. With his cautious nature, we should have known better.
Well, other than that, it was a pretty good trip to SeaWorld. Matthew seems to have forgiven us. For that.
In other news, Lizzie crawled out of her crib for the first time today. Boom, crash. I ran to her room (naptime) and she was standing in the middle of the floor crying. But, I figured that if she was standing, that was a good sign that she wasn't injured too badly. Her crib was on the lowest setting already, but propped up on one side by a pillow (to help her breathe easier at night when she's stuffy). I pulled out the pillow after that, but I worry that she may still be able to get out. I don't want to put her in a big girl bed yet, nor let her sleep on a mattress on the floor--she wouldn't stay in bed and sleep if we did. I think I'll get one of those crib tents that can be attached to the top of a crib to keep toddlers from crawling out. Anybody tried those before?
Actually, maybe she can sleep on the floor. After wandering around the house, we found her like this...
...sleeping in the kitty bed.In other, other news, my sister Deanna is not married. If you find her on Facebook, she's under the name "Deanna Dresden"--she's also listed her birthday as Jan 1, 1909. She's pretty hot-looking in her pictures for such an old lady.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
A state of inefficiency
I can't decide whether to take a nap, read my book (Mansfield Park by Jane Austen, which I'm liking so far...I couldn't get through Emma, although I did like the movie), make some Coconut Zucchini Bread, plant some flowers, exercise, play cards with Ethan (not Book of Mormon Battles...again!), do crafts with the boys, finish sewing my duvet cover OR WHAT! So I'm still sitting on the computer.
I want to go get acupuncture done in San Antonio tomorrow (I really need to unblock my chi!), but that would require driving in the car with three kids for 6 hours. Russ has to go anyway to clear up his military portfolio or whatever at Randolph. I don't think he's keen on us coming.
My friend just called me for some advice, so I ended up playing cards with Ethan (the little cheater!!!) while we talked. This boy will go through a whole deck of cards, setting it up so that he has all the winning hands for a game of war... I already caught him looking at my cards while I was talking.
I want to go get acupuncture done in San Antonio tomorrow (I really need to unblock my chi!), but that would require driving in the car with three kids for 6 hours. Russ has to go anyway to clear up his military portfolio or whatever at Randolph. I don't think he's keen on us coming.
My friend just called me for some advice, so I ended up playing cards with Ethan (the little cheater!!!) while we talked. This boy will go through a whole deck of cards, setting it up so that he has all the winning hands for a game of war... I already caught him looking at my cards while I was talking.
Monday, March 30, 2009
NineTEEN!
These are the mugshots of my boys that are on the wall in the Primary room. Pretty pathetic, huh? Don't they look happy to be there? hahaha
Tonight for Family Home War--oh, I mean Family Home Evening--neither of the boys had their stuff prepared, so we decided to postpone until Wednesday (Russ is night-flying tomorrow). Matt was supposed to have the lesson, which I kept offering to help him prepare, but he put off until he was actually supposed to give it. And then he couldn't find what he was looking for (he had made a puzzle on Saturday at the Primary Activity), and it turned into a full scale breakdown. Ethan was soon to follow--so we just put them to bed. Try again later. Usually it goes a little better than this.
Although, one might wonder just what are we teaching our kids when one hears a question like the one Russ heard from 5-year-old Ethan a couple of days ago..."Daddy, do I have to wait until I'm ninety to go on a mission?" NINETY? No, buddy, nineTEEN. Nineteen.
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*I say this as it is one o'clock in the morning and I am inexplicably on the computer blogging about goals including getting more sleep. Incidentally, I have recently begun neurofeedback---that is, a very expensive therapeutic procedure with unquantifiable results intended to "fix" your brain.
Some of us will try anything...