It’s a Bird…It’s a Plane…Nope, It’s Just a Desk…

My counter has been getting a little cluttered lately so I figured I would organize a little and redo my desk  with a little padded stool.  We got this fun little guy from from my father-in-law when we were first married living in our awesome studio apartment in the major’s mansion in Provo.  Why is it so fun one might ask?  Because it does this…

It’s the desk that keeps on giving.  That’s right it has several leaves that fit in making it a spectacular table.  Thanksgivings used to be so fun on this little guy.  If my memory serves me correctly, we have sat more than 10 people around this desk comfortably.  I have a chair to go with it, but I ended up making that quick padded stool instead…no time for fanciness at the moment.  For the record, I know both pictures are terrible so you will just have to guess what color I actually painted the desk since I forgot to adjust my settings.

A Hunting We Will Go

 Hunting Easter Eggs

 I had issues this year about finding cute baskets so I pulled down ones I already had and let the kids decorate them.  They were elated, and that’s all that matters.  Anyway, we had our 4th Annual Egg Hunt and had such a fabulous time!  Once again we find food, friends and fun.

Read, Read, Read

Hudson is a fairly good reader, but tends toward math and science as his strengths.  Awhile back he wasn’t having the chapter books so I bribed him with $1 for any chapter book he wanted to read.  Somehow he took that to mean him attempting to collect payment on every chapter book he ever reads.  He has since been pounding through my bookshelves averaging about a chapter book a night with a side order of 5-10 picture books.  Boy, my wallet seems to be getting forced into a nightly dollar diet.

He actually informed me a few nights ago that I don’t own enough books. The exact words were, “Can you bring me a new pile of books?  You keep bringing me these books that I have already read.  Why can’t you just buy more?”  What?!  I own over 1,000 children’s books.  Regardless, he is finally starting to enjoy reading and I am merciless when it comes to the end of the book quizzing.  I want to know that he really knows the book well and remembers.  And let’s face it, I’m not running a free money stand.  The above is how I found him asleep after a few hours of reading.

No Witty Titles, Just Some Surgery…

I had a brain liquifying moment today sitting in Otolaryngology this morning.  Too many big words leaving the doctor’s mouth, snaked their way through the room slapping me in the face; leaving me a little stunned and confused.

The results of it all include a tympanostomy (she will be getting tubes), an adenoidectomy, a possible stomach biopsy and a something or other, where they go in with a scope and look at her throat/larynx, etc. to make sure everything is working well.  Then, last but not least, she has obstructed sleep apnea..this is the point my brain was done.

First things first, we are off to see the GI specialist, then we will be scheduling the surgeries, which they want done ASAP.  If she needs hearing-aids, they want them sooner rather than later.  Luckily, they plan on doing all 4 things at once so Gracie only as to go under once.  They said combined it should take about an hour.  They offered us a Pre-Op tour of the surgical facilities, which made me a little nervous, but I appreciated their attention to detail.  After all of this is done we get to go back and have another try at the Sedated Brainstem Response and a possible “sleep study” to try and work out the sleep apnea.

The Art of Raising…

My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard.  Mother would come out and say, “You’re tearing up the grass.”  “We’re not raising grass,” Dad would reply.  “We’re raising boys.”   ~Harmon Killebrew

I have a 4 Poster Canopy that Will bought me our first Christmas together.  I woke yesterday to a scratchity, scratching sound.  Several scratches later I realize that they are coming from the floor by my bed and they sound quite damaging.  Rolling over to the edge, I see Annie with needle-nose pliers scraping lines down the side of my bed.  My audible gasp and stern look said it all as Annie dropped the evidence and rolled under my bed.  I know 30 years from now, I will be making the bed and lovingly trace over those scratches thinking about Annie and how much I loved having her little, squealing self at home in all her pigtailed glory and sassiness.

In other thoughts, I was contemplating my less than immaculate house yesterday and had a happy little thought to myself.  I have 18 years to spend as much time with my kids as possible, teach them, guide them and hopefully help them become self-sustaining, spiritually strong, intelligent adults.  Then I have the next 20-30 years after that…or I suppose more to keep a house and have all the “me” time I want.  I’m wondering if by then a clean house won’t  seem all that important anyway and I might even reminisce about the tiny little socks left under the couch or all of the legos, Barbies and books I pull out of the kids beds long after I have put them to sleep and I will miss the craziness and the mess.