The Big Day

It's the big day.  30.  I don't feel any older, but I do have a few gray hairs.  I didn't have any bucket list items for my 20s but I do have a few things I am determined to do in my 30s.  I will post that list in a few days.  Anyway, a quick thought for the day, I am happy.  Life is pretty fantastic overall.  Way better the when I turned 20, so I guess I just hope that things continue to get better or at least stay the same.

Too Much!

There is just too much cuteness going on at this house.  Sometimes I wonder if I am going to become numb to the adorable.  It is like constantly watching puppies snuggling with kittens playing with bunnies.  I am thinking about joining a roller derby team in Fayetteville just to get some violence out and balance my universe.  It is either that or start watching the Saw movies.  This have gone into uber cute lately with Mae.  She makes sure that Spike has a stuffed animal each time we put him down to sleep.  A few days ago she even said, "Nite nite Spikey!"  Spikey.  Disgustingly adorable.  I am a bit afraid that all this adorable behavior can only lead to two possible outcomes.  Either they will continue to stay ultra adorable and become the next Osmonds, which will then make our closeness to Branson convenient, or they will become serial killers.  I don't know which outcome I fear more. 

Trip

This past week has found me sick with a nasty cold.  Sometimes cold's are so miserable because you feel like you should be able to get something done, cause its not like your vomiting or something.  SO it is sickness and guilt.  It really screwed up the week for me, made me miss my runs and an enrichment I was actually looking forward to.  To add insult to injury the weather this week has been paradise perfect!  I could have gotten so much done.  Jeff even had a vacation day planned for Friday, which he took but he spent the time taking care of me.  What it wasn't going to interupt was our Satruday plans.  We took Max, left the babes with a friend and went to Kansas City.  The Kansas City Temple is finally done and we wanted to attend the open house.  The trip was rather uneventful which was refreshing.  There were supposed to be possible tornados, but they seemed to have stayed in Oklahoma.  We stopped at an outlet mall for lunch, they had good stores but it is always disapointing to shop when you are at weight heaviest.  We took Max to a resturant called T-REX.  The whole place was designed to look prehistoric.  It was impressive.  I felt like I was at Disneyland minus the rides.  He liked it alot and we got him a giant dino-bone cup.  Then off the the temple.  It is a beautiful temple.  The styling inside was lovely and very to my likeing.  There was an olive tree theme to everything that kept the colors to a woodsy brown and green.  Super thrilled to see the clothing rental, cause I always stress out that I have forgotten something in Oklahoma City.  It was really cool to see the whole building.  It seems like since I moved from Utah I can only squeeze in one activity per tempple trip, so it was nice to see the whole thing.  I realized that it has been over a decade since I have done baptisms.  I guess it is time for me to get called into Young Women's or soemthing.  On the way home my sickness got the best of me and I will say I felt all three and a half hours of that drive.  Ooof.  When we got back we got a glowing report from the kind lady who watched to kids all day.  I don't know if this was cause they were good or cause the lady is just so nice.  Either way it was nice to have someone watch the babes so we could spend time with Max.  Final thoughts, I am so glad we now have a temple in Kansas City.  It is not our assigned temple, but Kansas City is so much more fun then Oklahoma City.  It is nice to get out of the mini temple, but I was suprised at how small it actually was; I assumed that since it was not a mini temple it would be big like the Mt. Timp or Boston.  NOPE.  I am afraid it will be really crowded for awhile.  I do hope to go back soon.  Glad I could take Max.  I realized that even growing up in the church for one reason or another I was not able to make it to the temple until I was seventeen.  So I am glad that Max had the oppertunity so young.

The Girls

Mae only went for the pink eggs at the hunt today.  What a girl.  I realize that I somewhat forced her into pink at the beginning, but I think I can safetly say that she has now chosen it for herself.  I have to remeber these cute moments when she wakes us up screaming every night at 3 a.m. She is not going without her binky without a fight.  A three week fight. 

Busy

Lots has happened lately, and I still haven't blogged about the new roof ordeal.  Actually, I'll just take care of that really quick; We got a new roof, the insurance covered it.  They took way too long, covered my lawn with nails, and took off early before the big storm.  Nice!  Also, the owner was a racist who openly told us he made sure we got the white guys?!?  He also couldn't stop mentioning the fact that he went to Harvard.  Bully for him. 

Spike's cast came off yesterday.  He seems happy to be free, but he is also pretty miserable getting five teeth in at the same time.  His upper incisors have come in before the middle teeth so he looks like a baby vampire. 

We got a new car!  This will be a separate post to come later.  Let me just clarify that it was necessary and not cause we are rolling in the dough. 

My mommy is coming for my birthday.  It seems fitting since she was there for the big event 30 years ago.  I tend to think on all my kids birthday's that I did all the work, so maybe I should get her something while she is here.  Especially since she is getting over her fear of flying to come out.  She must really love me. 

Speaking of the big 30, I am still compiling my decade resolutions,  please feel free to send me a note or comment on what you think I need to work on.   I suspect most of the comments will be like those found in my yearbooks, "Just stay awesome!"

Cannot Be Contained

So Friday morning we woke up to see Spike's cast lying beside him in his crib.  Luckily his leg was no longer in it.  After a minor freak out on my part, we were off to the doctor again to get a bigger cast.  The orthopedic doctor, who looked like he was about two days from retirement, said he should have known better then to put the smaller cast on him.  Great then you pay for this second one okay?  Anyway, did I mention that we took Mae's binkey away this week?  Yeah, she has been a joy for the last few days.  she was screaming so loudly, so frequently, I decided that she must have had an ear infection and took her to the doctor Friday afternoon.  Nope, no infection, but if you were keeping track that was two doctor appointments in one day.  Oh and the new roof leaked Thursday.  Good Times.  If there is one bright side to this whole week it has been that Spike is now sitting up.  This is because the cast works as a weight when he is in sitting position.  That lazy little stinker.

Parenting Milestone

So I suppose it was bound to happen.  Is there any family with children out there that has avoided the cast?  I, myself, have never broken a bone, but my sisters have had their fair share of breaks, fractures, and sprains.  Despite knowing the misery involved with wearing a cast, I still secretly envied my sisters.  Cause really, casts are cool.  It says you are a rebel willing to cross the line of safety.  Living up to his tough name, Spike crossed the line last Friday. 

It was really my fault.  I knew I shouldn't have set him upon my bed, my lovely king size bed, in the blink of an eye he was up on his hands and knees and somersaulting off the edge.  I saw it happen.  It looked like he landed on his tailbone.  I was nervous, but he seemed okay. Thinking of my astronomically high deductible, I decided to wait and see.  He was okay for the most part, but would scream bloody murder when we tried to change his diaper.  I hemmed and hawed about taking him in and then finally decided to go Monday morning. 

Spike cried throughout the 45 min wait at the doctors office, and when she finally got to him she assessed that he most likely had a break and sent us to the hospital for x-rays.  Jeff dropped the kids off at a friends and then came to wait with me.  After an hour of waiting, they called us in two seconds before the t.v. was gonna show which house the House Hunters had chosen, we slapped him down on a cold hard table for a series of hold still x-rays.  Yeah that was for sure the low point of the day. 

The technician couldn't tell us anything, so we were sent home to wait.  Thus teaching me that if I suspect I need x-rays it would probably be better to just go to the emergency room.  Several hours later I got the call from the doctors office that Spike had a fractured Tibia.  It was a really small fracture, but he would need a cast for the next two weeks.  I was then informed that I had to get their immediately.  The Chicky said immediately like 5 times, which was 5 times too many for my frayed nerves.  What, was his leg gonna fall off if I didn't speed through Bella Vista? 

Long story short.  Spike is casted up but much happier.  I don't think he even notices it now.  I do.  It is an visual, and sometimes auditory when scraping by something,  reminder of my poor parenting skills.  Yeah yeah yeah, I know it happens, but I still feel a little bad.  I really don't want to see the bills for this bad decision.  Right now the cast is enough. 

Shout out to the Binghams, Martins, and Willardsons for giving up some of their Spring break to watch Max and Mae.