The Rule of Threes

I firmly believe that things (usually accidents) happen in threes. It happened in my family growing up all the time. I mean, one day one of my sisters got a cast taken off her arm, another sister got one put on and that night my youngest sisters were born. It was quite a day.

So far we've had this:


And now we can add this:


I think we are going to be very careful for the next little while. Or, maybe we should be reckless and just get number three out of the way.

K's story:

He was climbing on a little table that we have upstairs and he fell off and hit his head on the window sill. It is pretty deep, but I didn't want to go to the ER again so they could glue him shut. I decided to play doctor and I put some liquid bandage and a butterfly on it. Hopefully, it will work and I won't regret my decision.

By the way, does having 5 out of 6 people in my family be sick count as my third thing?

More From K

Lately we've been focusing on making our prayers a little more meaningful (ie. more than just "please bless the food").

This morning K was saying the breakfast prayer and he blessed himself and H that they would feel better, M that his owie would get better and then he paused. I peeked to see what was going on.

K: Does Dad have a headache?

Me: No.

K: Do you have a headache?

Me: No.

K: Then who has a headache?

Me: No one.

K: Oh.

Then closed his eyes and bowed his head and ended his prayer.

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Also this morning. I asked K if he could get M's shoe out from underneath the oven. He told me that the drawer needed to come out so he could get it. N took the drawer out and K was thrilled to discover 5 of his cars under there. He took them all and then informed he that one of them was the "King of the Cool Cars". He was playing with the cool cars and then he said, "Hey. Where's my other car?" I asked which one and he said, "You know. The boring one."

Apparently, this other car didn't make the grade.

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Yesterday afternoon I started to wonder if K was getting sick. By the time N got home from work K was pretty hot. N took K's temperature and it was 101. K heard that and exclaimed, "Oh no! I'm going to be dead!"

Just How Much is a Vacation Worth?

A conversation at our house this afternoon.

Backstory: N gets slightly overwhelmed with the kids after being home with them for...an hour. So, you can imagine what it is like for him after being home a whole day.

N: Woo-hoo! I get to go to work tomorrow.

Me: Yeah, and it is only for 4 days!

N: I'm thinking I'm gonna cancel my time off.

Me: You do and you'll pay the price.

N: What's the price?

Me: YOU'LL PAY THE PRICE!

K: Yeah, Dad. The Fisher-Price.

Emergency...shmergency!

First a little story.

The other day I got R dressed in this shirt (the one she is wearing in the picture). After I got it on her, K says, "She looks like a tablecloth!" Maybe I should rethink her Halloween costume.

Okay, now on to the real reason for this post.


It was just your average Saturday afternoon and N had just left for the Priesthood session. I started to make some salsa and the kids were all playing (except for R who was taking a nap). Then there was a crash of some sort. I vaguely remember hearing K's big Tonka dump truck in the crash. M was crying and I noticed this gash on his jaw. I wiped it off and saw that it was kind-of deep and about an inch long.

I called my mom to see if she could come stay with the other kids so I could take M to the ER. No answer. Then I thought, "Why am I calling my mom when Kelli is like 2 minutes away?" Kelli said she'd be right over.

Then, I wondered where the closest hospital was. I called 3 sisters in my ward and one friend and none of them were home. When Kelli got there, we decided which hospital was closest and M and I were off. Oh wait, right at this time R woke up and was screaming because she was hungry. Luckily, Kelli fed her.

We get to the ER at 6:30 and we wait. And wait. And wait. At 7:00 they call us back and get all of M's info. They take us to an ER room and we wait some more. The doctor came in and looked at M and decided he could do Dermabond because it was a nice clean cut. So, we wait some more and they finally get him all glued. M got an otter pop because he did so well (he literally did not move while they were gluing him). We finally got checked out and were on our way home when I noticed that M had pulled the dermabond off. We were about 3 minutes away from the hospital so I turned around and went back. They took us back pretty quickly and I got kind of chewed out by the doctor:

Dr: What happened, Mom?

Me: He pulled the glue off.

Dr: I told you he has to leave it alone.

Me: Well, I was driving. There wasn't much I could do.

Dr: Didn't he have his band-aid on?

Me: Umm, yeah that was off before we even got to the car.

Dr: Then put another one on.

Me (thinking): M-kay, because I just happen to carry huge band-aids around with me wherever I go.

He glued him back up and then the nurse put another band-aid on followed by some type of glue and some cloth tape. M held perfectly still, but no otter pop this time. We made it home with only a little bit of the cloth coming off.

Hopefully he will leave it alone long enough for it to heal.

Oh, yeah. N wanted me to make sure everyone knew that that is pizza sauce on M's face and not blood.

R has Teeth

She has been working really hard this last week to get the two bottom teeth to cut through. N noticed the first about a week ago and the second wasn't far behind. Luckily, she hasn't really been ornery. Well, no more than usual.

K...again

Remember when K and I were playing wii and he wasn't doing so hot? He laid down and chanted "I am the ball"...

Well, today it was an almost instant replay. This time, though, he laid down and started saying...

"o-to-syn-the-sis...o-to-syn-the-sis"

over and over again, all the while peeking at me from the corner of his eyes to see my reaction.

Apparently, it is something he learned from Spongebob.

Wii

So, how do you know your kid plays too much wii?

Your youngest son (whom you worry about a little because he isn't talking much) says "fow baw" when your oldest son plays baseball.

White Girl!

This morning I told H to go upstairs and get dressed for school. She came down a little later and said, "I'm White Girl! White shirt, white shorts, white socks, even white underwear." Then, as if she felt she had to prove that last one to me, she pulled her shorts down. My first thought was, "Thank goodness all the whites are sort of the same shade." Then I remembered that she has art today. I made a suggestion that she add some color to her outfit. She refused, so I decided to let her be White Girl.

I was in the kitchen making breakfast and I hear her running around yelling things like, "I'm White Girl!" and "White Power!" She told me she needed to drink white milk for breakfast to "make [her] more white."

Now I start arguing with myself. I mean, how do you explain to a six year old why the words "White Power" are bad, especially when she doesn't make the connection to skin color. My kids don't know that we are 'white'. They think we are skin colored (and not because I have taught them that).

So, I ask N if we need to address this and he said yes. So, after breakfast we told H that there are some people who think that because our skin is lighter than others' we are better and they use the words "White Power." We explained that Heavenly Father made people with all different colors of skin and no one is better than someone else because of the color of their skin. N said it might hurt someone's feelings to hear her say "White Power" or to hear her talking about being "more white."

How sad is it that my little girl has to hear this because she wanted to wear all white today and be "White Girl?"

Rain Delay

Breakfast was a little late today because of the rainstorm we had.


(Let these pictures serve as a warning to anyone who visits us when it is raining...bring an umbrella or walk under the fountain that shoots off our roof!)

Too Much Sun?

Nah, just spaghetti night at our house. (a couple of nights ago)