Where the Wendts Went

We eat mermaids at our house. Today after school Tatum said, "Mom, I am hungry for a sandwich. First, we get all the ingredients out!" So I said,"OK let's get the bread and meat and cheese out." Tatum: "No, I want mermaid meat!" Me: "What?" (I'm laughing because I know what she means) Tatum: " I want to make a sandwich with mermaid meat and mayonnaise" Me: "Oh ya, the mermaid meat is right here." Delicious mermaid meat

It's hard to post these pictures. But I want to keep a good record of how far she's come AND so I can look back and remember that this too did pass. It was really rough this time. Tramatic- for both of us. Right when we pulled into the parking lot, she was crying and saying,"Why I have to go hospital? I don't like the hospital!" I tried to unbuckle her carseat; she said,"Don't unbuckle me!" We finally got up to admittance and she was temporarily sidetracked by the playhouse. Then we went up to the 8th floor- peds surgery which she immediatley recognized and she starts wailing... then sidetracked by some toys. Her name was called and she stalled by saying, "I have to go potty!" So I take her potty then we go into our little partitioned area. (Like a triage room). She is fighting to leave the whole time. She is then sidetracked by toys and stuffed animals they give her. (It doesn't last long) Alright, fast forward through more crying, and we can't get her temperature, blood pressure, O2 level.... She claimed to have to go potty about 3 more times. I walk her back through the double doors down the hallway and into the O.R. Usually she is loopy at this point, but today she was fully aware of everything. She was bawling and clinging to me saying "I don't want to go!" and seriously even,"What are they going to do to me?" Yes, she really said that. I had to help a nurse and anethesiologist hold her down while she was kicking and screaming so they could put a gas mask on her. I told her, " I'll be right back Lovie" as I backed out of the room. She had tears streaming down her face as she watched me walk out the door. I felt pretty horrible. Thirty minutes later they brought her back to our area. They laid her on the crib and she was covered with those purple dots. I heard someone say she had over 300. Because they lasered a huge part of her face and neck it swelled up a LOT. They gave her a little O2 as she was waking up. Here she is at home the same afternoon. She slept the whole 3 hours home. Super swollen. When she saw herself in the mirror she said, "I have a birthmark." And that was all.

Eight years old! It's an important age for this guy! Nolan is able to be baptised now! In the LDS church we are baptised when we reach the age of accountability which is 8 years old. Click here to read why: http://lds.org/new-era/2009/06/to-the-point/some-of-my-friends-have-asked-why-we-are-baptized-at-age-eight-what-should-i-tell-them?lang=eng&query=baptism+eight Here is Nolan on his birthday- all ready for school! September 12, 2011