Sunday, November 5, 2017

Day Trip

Yesterday, I took a quick day trip to Rupert with my friends (we missed you Beyonce!) to the cemetary to see the beautiful headstone that marks Ironmom's grave.  It was the sweetest day.  We reminisced many of our experiences and memories with Ironmom.  It's crazy how much you can miss someone!

I'm thankful for great friends.  I'm thankful that we have opportunities to make memories and for the influence, my friends have on my life.

I look forward to the sweet reunion I will have with Ironmom someday.  I have loved the brief moments since her death that I have felt her presence and her influence.  I'm grateful for those tender mercies.

Friend and Barbie...My life would not be the same without their friendship!

We 4

We 4--about 5 months before Ironmom passed away.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Looking back

Last night, I was exhausted.  I had survived kindergarten and 5th-grade boys basketball practices, and a full day in the library.   I could not wait to fall into bed.  This whole "job" thing is giving me a run for my money...literally!  As I griped about kids brushing their teeth, and asking them a million times to "GO TO BED!!!" I was slapped into humility as I remembered the date and its significance.

Two years ago, (September 25, 2015) Bogey had undergone his second open heart surgery.  I started flipping through pictures and I am so grateful for what I have!  I am so grateful for that little boy and the things that his health conditions have taught me.  I know I would be a mess without Ace coaxing me through each step and trying to understand my mental processes.  ;)

Our family is better and stronger because of what Bogey has had to endure.  I'm so thankful he was willing to take on the challenge!

I love my little Par 5 even when they don't go to bed the first time I ask!











Monday, September 25, 2017

Appendectomy: Take 2

Last time appendicitis struck our home, I was in California with Bogey who had just had a cleft surgery.  Ace was home with the other children and Gimme kept calling me telling me she was in so much pain...so sick.  I called and scheduled an appointment with our doctor and Ace took her in.  That was the last I heard anything until I got a message on my phone from Dr. Someone who was at the hospital trying to get a hold of me so that we could get Gimme in to get her appendix taken out.  I called Ace and asked him what was going on, and he tried really hard to play like nothing was happening.  I told him about the message I received.  He fessed up and I flew into a full-on panic.  By the time I could get all my tears out, Gimme's surgery was over and she was getting ready to go home.  Our faithful friends and family were of course there to take care of everything.

This time, both Ace and I were home, and Mulligan was bent over in pain.  Ace knew exactly what the problem was.  He thought we should just take Mulligan in just to make sure it "wasn't appendicitis."  He quickly volunteered to take him in.  I sat home and panicked.  Just like good ol' times.  It's funny how quickly those feelings of anxiety and fear take over every other feeling.

When Ace called me, he let me know that Mulligan would have to have surgery to remove the appendix.  I met them at the ER and tried really really hard to keep it together.  The first thing Mulligan said to me, was "It's the curse of Mr. B's class!"  (Mr. B is his current teacher.  Ironically enough, Gimme was in Mr. B's class when she had appendicitis.)  I laughed at that.

In the waiting room, I had a mini-meltdown.  Ace looked at me, and said, "Oh, Caddie.  He's not having open heart surgery.  He's going to be done in about 30 minutes."  He laughed at that.  I didn't think it was so funny, but I didn't cry anymore.

Ace was the champion who stayed at the hospital the rest of the night with Mulligan.  He doesn't panic at the beeping monitors or the nasal cannula pumping oxygen, or the other smells and sounds of a hospital room.  I actually had to remind Ace that just 4 years ago we were in the room two doors down with Double Bogey who had RSV.  Ace wonders how and why I remember such specific things.

Mulligan enjoyed the attention from the nurses and staff at EIRMC and the food he ate.  He was also pretty excited about missing some school to stay home and watch ESPN.

I'm already mentally preparing for next year when Birdie is in Mr. B's class.




Friday, September 1, 2017

First Day 2017

I'm not sure where summer break went, but here we are getting ready to embark on another school year.
Mulligan 5th


Double Bogey--Kinder

The Par 5


Nobody panic.  It's not like she's in high school...we'll panic together NEXT YEAR.

Birdie--4th 

Bogey--Kinder

New Backpacks.  I picked them out.  ;)


This year, every one of my children will be in school.  Ahhh...I can taste the bonbons now!  If you need me, I'll have my feet up, catching up on the last 13 years of soap operas, and sipping Diet Coke!  Bliss I tell ya!

I'm kidding.  I'm not going to be home with bonbons.  I went out and got myself a job.  I had to beg for it, but I'll be teaching P.E. at my kids' elementary school.  I'll also be stepping in as librarian.  I know.  I know.  If you've heard any of my college stories, you'd know I choose to watch the movie over reading the book any day.  Nonetheless, I've brushed up on my Dewey Decimal System skills and I think I'm ready for this.
Added bonus:  School pictures.  Hahaha!


I have to admit, neither of these positions is my dream job, but being a court mopper for the NBA just isn't conducive to a mom with a boat load of children.  (But man, I'd keep that court dry as a bone!  Dripping sweat wouldn't stand a chance to even start to dry on my shift! The perks of the job would definitely outweigh the wages!)



But alas, my title as "Coach" or "Mrs.  Uh...???" or "P.E. Teacher" is satisfying enough!  It has been so fun to get to know the students! I come home exhausted every single day, but I wouldn't trade this experience for anything!   My favorite part of my days is when my children come with their classes to P.E.  Such a bonus to spend that little extra 30 minutes with them.  They're all going to get A's--I'm sure of it!

Because of my schedule, there are a couple of days a week where I have to take the twins to Ace's office and he takes them to school.  I'm not sure his little extra with them is as pleasant as mine.  I got this picture from Ace's office manager.


Here's to another fantastic school year!


Thursday, August 31, 2017

My Kimball Memory 2017

Back in the day, I was in a few choirs.  Stake, ward, school, etc.  I never considered myself a singer (still don't), but for some reason, when I was in high school, I found myself singing for seminary devotionals.  However, I never sang alone.

My brother Kimball usually got roped into singing with me.  We sang at many a devotional.  I'm sure the seminary teachers were tired of us singing for our friend's devotionals.  Afterall, we had only a small repertoire to choose from.

One time, for a stake talent show, we sang a song about prayers being answered (it also became a devotional "hit").   It became one of my favorite songs.  

 
Lately, this song has come into my mind so often.  In my mind, I can hear Kimball singing his part, and I'm reminded of the power of prayer.  Sometimes, I can't help but rely on prayer and trust that Heavenly Father knows what He is doing and that His timing is perfect.  

There have been so many times that I have longed to talk to Kimball--to get his advice, to laugh at his sense of humor, and to have my stresses lightened because he has confidence in me.  It's at these times, I wonder why he was taken at such a young age.  I hate that he's not here to raise his sweet daughter, but I know, that God knows exactly why.  His plan is perfect.  I've come to know these things through the power of prayer.   

I am so grateful for my singing buddy.  I'm grateful that for as long as he lived, we were friends.  I'm thankful he had a part in my life, and it wasn't just saving me from solos.  He set such a great example to me.  

Today, he would have been 39.  In my best singing voice, I would have happily sung a cheesy rendition of "Happy Birthday to You".  


Saturday, August 26, 2017

Neighborhood Night Games (Round 3 of 3)

Summertime is always super busy for us, but it's always so much fun.  I guess that's why we dread the start of the school year.  Sure, education is great and all--we're pro-school, we just love summer more.

Last night, we had our Neighborhood Night Games.  All I can say about this summer tradition is that nothing brings out the kid in you like an old fashioned round of Capture the Flag.  Everyone dressed in black (or all out camo) and slinking through unfenced back yards.  The thrill of protecting your flag/glow stick by slapping the tag on an intruder, or freeing a teammate from jail is a victory in and of itself.

We should have been taking pictures of all the times we have been together for these occasions.  We have had lots of different participants each time.  The picture we took last night is missing lots of people--at least 5 families (that took their kids into bed, or that usually play but missed last night) but it's enough proof to show the fun we had!


I guess I'll mention here that the house next door to us is for sale.  The house on the other side of us is up for rent.  If you feel like your missing out on so much fun not living in this neighborhood, you've got two chances to make it happen.  Hahaha!

We truly are so blessed to have the awesome friends and neighbors that we have.  We LOVE it here!