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Friday, May 6, 2011
Projects
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Broken arms...
21 months ago, we moved across the country to our new home. Two weeks later, Peyton was doing "tricks" in our family room, hit one of his feet on our couch in the middle of one of his spectacular 360 turns and ended up with a broken right arm. I still remember the scream when he hit the carpet and I still remember the absolute panic I felt when he turned over and his right arm had a very apparent bend in the forearm. I was a mess - crying, trying not to cry, yelling and trying not to yell. I felt out of control...I was out of control, but somehow, Paul and I loaded him up in the car and drove to the emergency room.
I learned that little broken arms do miraculously heal.
Eight months ago, we went on a trip to visit some family. The day we arrived, Peyton fell out of a tree house and plummeted about eight feet to the grass. I was in the house and still vividly remember the scream from my little boy as he walked across the lawn holding a very broken left arm. Fortunately, I somehow remembered that "little broken arms miraculously heal" and was able to somehow keep it together as we once again loaded him up in the car and drove to the hospital.
After a long six weeks in a long arm cast, it came off and there was a beautiful, straight little arm, ready to ride bikes, play soccer, and do all the little boy things that we take for granted.
Last night, Paul was at General Conference Priesthood session. Peyton was at his friends house, and I was at home. Around the time Peyton was supposed to come home, the phone rang. I answered it and heard "the scream." I knew before a hello was even said that Peyton had somehow broken his arm again. A little boy informed me over the screaming that "my mom said you need to come over here right now." I told him I would be there in a minute, hung up the phone, and not even in a panic, because this was the third time I had done this...I drove to the house to pick him up. Peyton's left arm was shaped like a U and guess what, I just picked him up, loaded him in the car and drove to meet Paul, sad as can be, but completely calm (sort of) because after all, this was the third time and I knew that even though it seemed impossible, little broken arms do heal.
How thankful I am tonight for the miracle of the human body, for hospitals, and doctors and good friends (I dropped my two girls off with my neighbor who has 6 kids of her own, a 2 week old baby, and her husband was out of town) and of course, for my baby boy who would be so mad if he knew I was calling him my baby...but he is, and I think he always will be.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Making up songs
Every night, from the time they were babies, we have sung songs to our kids. As they've gotten older, they get to choose what song they sing. Lately, Ellie always requests, "I want to sing a song that I learned up", meaning a song that she makes up on the spot. They are usually about people that get eaten up by animals or animals that get eaten up by people or animals that get eaten up by other animals or houses that catch on fire or any other sad story - that strangely isn't sad when they are told in song format from the mind of a three year old. She always tells us the subject of the song, sometimes a brief synopsis of what it is going to be about (usually the song, just in talking format), and occasionally, we even get a title.
Maybe I should be worried......
Tonight's song was one of my favorites.
Title: "Peggy Went Out To See the Lord"
Synopsis: Peggy went out to see the Lord
Song lyrics: "Peggy went out to see the Lord. She wanted to choose the right."
After she sang that much, I think she realized how unexciting it was (in her opinion) and said she didn't want to sing that one anymore and changed the song title to "Peggy went out to see some animals."
Peggy ended up getting eaten by the animals she went to see................surprise.
Maybe I should be worried......Thursday, March 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Integrity
We had a lesson about integrity last night. Peyton and Ellie loved it. They listened and participated and gave all the right answers as I told them stories about breaking a window accidentally, but having the integrity to tell them even if nobody saw you...or taking something that isn't yours and having the integrity to go and give it back...and more great stories. I really was thinking it went wonderfully and at the end of the lesson, I gave a challenge.
"I hope that we can all work on having integrity this week and think about integrity. I know we'll be happier. Do you guys think you can do that?"
Ellie: "Sure Mom."
Peyton: " Yeeeeees...............so you want us to think of something bad to do this week........and then have integrity to tell you about the bad thing that we decided to do?"
I need to work on my lesson giving skills....and think of some better stories to illustrate integrity that don't involve doing bad things in order to have integrity.
PS- I am so ready for spring!!!! It has been a cold winter....
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Pondering Vegetarianism
Dinner is never that great when all your five year old wants to talk about is how they kill the chicken...if the chicken was a boy or a girl....why we only eat girl chickens...what part of the chicken...what they do with the rest of the chicken...how they get rid of the feathers...and how they peel the skin off. Sick....
And -- he broke his arm.....again. To be honest, it's not so bad the second time. The second elbow in the middle of the forearm is not quite as traumatic when you know that it really can heal and be as good as new. Both arms have now been broken...hopefully we are done.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Today
I just wanted to say that as of today, Ellie has refused to wear any clothes that have any butterflies on them. Does anyone know the percentage of toddler girl clothes that have butterflies on them? Does anyone know the percentage of toddler girl clothes that we own that have butterflies on them? I would say at least 90%. She told me that she wouldn't wear them because she doesn't want any butterflies to land on her. I told her butterflies won't land on her if she has butterflies on her clothes. She doesn't believe me. She said that Daddy told her otherwise. I called Paul and asked him what on earth he was thinking telling Ellie that butterflies would land on her if she wore butterfly clothes. He laughed (because he doesn't have to get her dressed every morning) and said he only told her that if a butterfly landed on her, it would do so softly, and wouldn't even bite. For some reason, she decided that they only land on you if you have on butterfly clothes. I can't convince her otherwise...
In other news, Peyton lost the "privilege" of going swimming today because of his continuous roaring resulting in Ellie screaming and waking up the baby. After the third roar, I calmly went in and told him that if he roared one more time, we wouldn't be going swimming anymore. I then calmly walked out of the room. Within 30 seconds, I heard another loud roar followed by the high pitched screaming of a 2 year old. I walked back into his room and told him that we would not be going swimming because of the aforementioned roar. First, he tried to tell me that he "forgot" that I told him not to roar. Next, he argued that I wasn't clear in my warning and he thought I was asking him not to do something else (he couldn't name what it was). When that didn't work, he came up with a genius excuse. "But Mom, I was trying to say 'BOO', but my mouth decided to roar instead. It's not my fault because I was just trying to say 'Boo'."
I'm exhausted...
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