Friday, August 31, 2007

Tooth #2 successfully removed. . .sort of. . .

Jacob requested that his tooth (which was barely still attached to him at all) be removed last night after he was sleeping. As you know this has worked out so nicely for us in the past. I had my trusty assistant Austin go into "stealth mode" with me for the removal of baby tooth #1 with practically no incident. (and I think he would agree it was a pretty good rush too.) So Chad and I dutifully waited, and waited, and waited until Jake finally fell asleep. Chad grabbed a flashlight and a step stool, and I climbed up on the ladder of his bunk bed and tried to get in a good position for the procedure. One tiny flick and the tooth was free. The problem with the "flick method" is that you don't actually have any grip on the tooth. So when the sleeping child closes his mouth and attempts to rollover with the thing still in there, his over anxious mother has to start shaking him and screaming at him NOT to swallow, and finger sweeping his mouth. . .

So much for a "less traumatic experience". Next time I swear I'm just going to yank the darn thing out, while promising "I'm just going to wiggle it" like my father and my father's fathers all have done since the beginning of time.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Monday

Have you ever had one of those Mondays when you wish you would have just stayed in bed?

I should have known when we were almost late for school it was one of THOSE days. Or when Matthew was crying because he wanted to go to school with Jake, and I gave him the cheap little blue Frisbee that someone gave me at work to cheer him up, and Jacob taking his turn first (Matthew didn't even get one toss) promptly throws it onto the roof of the school. Of course it was an accident, but that doesn't keep Matt from crying the entire way back to the car. Then when I get him strapped into his car seat with promises of going to play at the gym, the car doesn't start. That's weird. Try again, here we go, now it's running. For about two seconds. Now we're rolling. I have no steering. My brakes aren't working. We're in a school zone. Lovely. Two hands, all my strength, pulled into the curb. That stopped us. Try to start it again. Nope. Again. Nope. Call friend for help. She's on her way. Try again, car starts. Drive to friends house (very carefully), friend's husband looks at car. Matthew has potty accident all over friend"s bathroom floor. Friend's husband drives me to auto parts store. The guy there hooks the car up to his machine. Everything checks out, car's fine. "Have a good day". Yes that's exactly what I'm having. Take friend's husband home. Pick up Matt (now in friend's kid's underwear and shorts). Park car in garage. Try to start it again . . . just to see. Nothing. Call poor, unaware husband @ work. Launch into Bravada based tirade. Husband calmly talks me down off the ledge. Husband knows better than to say "have a good day". Matthew is wondering "next time can I have a green Frisbee?" Yes. I think that would make all the difference.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Jacob is off to school




We couldn't put it off any longer, we had to let Jake start Kindergarten. I'll be honest I don't like it, but he sure seems to. He looked so grown up going off to his first big day at school. You should all be glad to know that he was cool as a cucumber. Completely confident, taking everything in stride. So, obviously his Mother's over-anxious, frantic behavior, bordering on panic, didn't reflect on him. Not that he would have noticed anyway, once we stepped on campus he was a pro! He went right to his classroom, found the table with his name on it and never looked back. Except for the 10 or 11 times I called out to him like the Paparazzi "Jacob, Jacob, I want to take your picture, look at Mommy, smile!" there were like 20 other moms doing the same thing, so it's cool. Matthew hugged him goodbye, so cute I took a picture. I hugged him goodbye and my voice started to quiver, the eyes started to burn, and that tightening of the throat thing started to happen. I scooped up Matthew made a bee line for the door and made it to the hallway before I COMPLETELY lost it. I would like to say the next two days were better, and maybe they were a little bit, poor Jacob I'm afraid he has one of those moms. . . Of course we were so excited to hear about his day when he got home. Unfortunately he came down with amnesia when we questioned him. After a long and intense interrogation this is what we got. He went to P.E., he didn't have time to eat his lunch, so he threw it away, he had a chocolate AND a white milk (now this is interesting because he had NO money to buy the milk, I had packed a drink in his lunch box) he only had time to drink the chocolate one though, he doesn't like quiet time and would like me to explain to his teacher that he's a big boy and he doesn't need it, and last but not least (certainly the thing that threw me completely over the edge) was when he announced that he got on the wrong bus. The recurring nightmare I had been having for weeks, and the thing that I worried about all day, that he would end up on the wrong bus and be lost and alone and afraid. . . (you understand how my mind works) So after my heart starts beating again I get to learn my first valuable lesson as a kindergarten mom *Don't jump to conclusions* because he's five years old and he probably didn't say that exactly the right way *keep fishing* After a few more questions it seems that all of the kids on his bus were moved to a different bus before they even left the school. So technically he did get on the wrong bus, but it was the RIGHT wrong bus to get on! So he's gotten through his first few days and somehow I've survived them too. I'm so proud of him, I guess if he can do it, then I can too.

Friday, August 3, 2007

Our Family vacation


Well, we took our first big road trip as a family.

Jacob, Jaren, and Makayla.
It started out with a pleasant surprise! Curtis and Rachel were leaving the same day, and going the same direction. We had a lot of "walkie talkie fun" all the way to Utah.


They let us stay with them @ the Johnson's cabin that night. We had such a good time traveling with them.


The next morning we were off to Yellowstone National Park. To meet up with Bruce, Sandi, Tiffany, Al, Ren, Tristan & A.J.


Ren, Matthew, and Tristan @ the bear and wolf center.


Old Faithful


Ren and Jacob

Chad, Matt, and Jake, in front of a beautiful waterfall that you can't see in this picture. . .
After Yellowstone we drove to Missoula to spend the rest of our vacation at Papa Bruce & Grammi Sandi's house.


We sure have a lot of fun in their backyard!


My knights in shining armor.


Matthew totally getting hosed by Jake.


A.J. & Matt racing. Not to mention baseball games, water balloons, BBQ's, and Grandma's "Haunted" tree. . .

Bruce, Matt, A.J., Jake, and Chad.
The boys got to have their first boat ride, and their first fishing trip!

A.J. fell in the lake, but Sandi saved him!


Matt caught his first fish. Look at the size of that thing!


On our last day we went up to Snow Bowl with Aunt Heather and Uncle Chad.


We rode the chairlift up to the top of the mountain and picked huckleberries. So much fun!








We left the next day and the boys were pirates all the way to Salt Lake City. Megan got us a beautiful room at a hotel, thanks to her Priceline skills.



We walked around Temple Square that night.


We had a lovely trip. We are so grateful that we were able to spend time together as a family, and make some really wonderful memories.