Mclayne turned 10 last week!!! TEN YEARS OLD!!!! An entire decade!!!! I can't even believe it. So in honor of his tenth birthday I am going to tell you 10 things I LOVE about him!
1. He cracks me up ALL the time, he is very witty for his age.
2. For a 10 year old he does what he is asked most of the time.
3. He teaches me how to be better.
4. He always wants to help.
5. He is respectful to adults.
6. He is nice to his friends.
7. He loves his family, especially his cousins.
8. His wild hair ;)
9. I love that he loves football.
10. I love that he bears his testimony almost every month.
Sorry this is late buddy, Happy Birthday. I love you very much and I am very very proud of what a fine young man you are becoming. Your dad and I hope to be the parents you deserve. Love, Mom
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
SHUT THE DOOR!!!
I have been yelling that all summer. Ever since we got central air I am insane when the door opens and is not shut within 3 seconds. Because as you know we are not air conditioning the entire outdoors.
If I had a nickel for every time I have said "Shut the Door" I would have plenty of money to pay that electric bill.
On Wednesday I ended up having the day off. That's right NO DAYCARE KIDS!! It is the first unscheduled day off I have had all summer, so we were going bowling with my sis-in-law Melinda and the cousins. We were all getting ready and I wanted to check my e-mail one last time before we took off so I sent Mclayne out to bring the garbage can in, and told Chandler to go with him and get the mail. As they were walking out the front door I said "don't let the door shut tight - you'll be locked out" this is why it is all my fault. I have been griping about the door all summer so Chandler did just what he was supposed to. He was shutting the door. Well when he heard me say not to let the door shut he turned around to grab the door and it slammed on his finger!!
I didn't know this initially I just heard the SCREAMING!!! I ran outside and there he was with his finger in his mouth and it was bleeding. I ran him in the house and ran his finger under the water and when I realized that the situation was way out of my realm of motherly expertise. (which includes band aid's and kisses) I wrapped the finger in a towel put some ice on it and proceeded to the insta-care.
I was so lucky in that Melinda was sweet enough to meet me at the dr's office and take the two other kids so I could focus on the writhing and screaming that was coming out of my sweet six year old.
Once at the dr's office they put some numbing goo on his finger and when he was a little more comfortable they took x-rays and told us that the tip of his finger was broken in several places.
Later that afternoon we were sent to an Orthopedic Surgeon who deadened the finger and let us know that Chandler had a compound fracture of his middle finger on his left hand. That's right internet friends "COMPOUND FRACTURE" you know bone sticking out!!!! So the dr put the bones back where they go (on the inside) and sewed it up and even sewed his nail back on, so the new nail would know where to go. 10 stitches total in that little finger. Then he got an awesome temporary blue cast. He only has his little thumb sticking out which makes many, I mean every daily task difficult for him.
He has been such a trooper and I am so proud of how brave he has been. I've actually had to tell him to settle down today, because he has been playing so hard.
I think this look says it all.. "Put that in your Juice Box and suck it"
If I had a nickel for every time I have said "Shut the Door" I would have plenty of money to pay that electric bill.
On Wednesday I ended up having the day off. That's right NO DAYCARE KIDS!! It is the first unscheduled day off I have had all summer, so we were going bowling with my sis-in-law Melinda and the cousins. We were all getting ready and I wanted to check my e-mail one last time before we took off so I sent Mclayne out to bring the garbage can in, and told Chandler to go with him and get the mail. As they were walking out the front door I said "don't let the door shut tight - you'll be locked out" this is why it is all my fault. I have been griping about the door all summer so Chandler did just what he was supposed to. He was shutting the door. Well when he heard me say not to let the door shut he turned around to grab the door and it slammed on his finger!!
I didn't know this initially I just heard the SCREAMING!!! I ran outside and there he was with his finger in his mouth and it was bleeding. I ran him in the house and ran his finger under the water and when I realized that the situation was way out of my realm of motherly expertise. (which includes band aid's and kisses) I wrapped the finger in a towel put some ice on it and proceeded to the insta-care.
I was so lucky in that Melinda was sweet enough to meet me at the dr's office and take the two other kids so I could focus on the writhing and screaming that was coming out of my sweet six year old.
Once at the dr's office they put some numbing goo on his finger and when he was a little more comfortable they took x-rays and told us that the tip of his finger was broken in several places.
Later that afternoon we were sent to an Orthopedic Surgeon who deadened the finger and let us know that Chandler had a compound fracture of his middle finger on his left hand. That's right internet friends "COMPOUND FRACTURE" you know bone sticking out!!!! So the dr put the bones back where they go (on the inside) and sewed it up and even sewed his nail back on, so the new nail would know where to go. 10 stitches total in that little finger. Then he got an awesome temporary blue cast. He only has his little thumb sticking out which makes many, I mean every daily task difficult for him.
He has been such a trooper and I am so proud of how brave he has been. I've actually had to tell him to settle down today, because he has been playing so hard.
I think this look says it all.. "Put that in your Juice Box and suck it"
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Oh, Yeah- that's where they baptise the dead people.
The title for today's blog post was my favorite quote of this particular days outing. Last Thursday we had a reservation to go and see the Oquirrh Mountain LDS Temple before it is dedicated. We literally had about 10 reasons to not go on this particular day and some really great excuses to stay home. But the open house was only going through Saturday and we really wanted to take the kids.
We were 25 minutes late for our designated tour time, and while we were watching a short introductory film in a temporary tent the wind started to blow so hard that the bars it was constructed out of were creaking almost louder than the film. The line was REALLY LONG it took us and hour and a half to actually get in the temple so we stood in the blustery wind and the drops of rain. Waiting. Waiting to see the temple.
While we were in line there was a young guy in front of us who was there by himself and preparing to receive his own endowment in about a month and he had a lot of questions so Chris was able to answer them as we walked through.
The Temple is of course magnificent! It is beautiful and I loved the "retro" feel of the fabrics, wallpaper, and decor. There were a couple of "buffet" type chests that I swear were once in my grandma's house.
Chandlers favorite part of the temple was the baptismal font. As members of the church we use certain terms very flippantly, because we know what we are talking about. However, when we told Chandler that is where they do baptisms for the dead, before we could even explain he said very matter of fact " Oh, yeah, that's where they baptize the dead people." Like it was something he has seen every day. But for those of my readers who are not members the baptismal font in the temple is where vicarious baptisms are performed in behalf of deceased forebears. You can go here and read more if that is totally confusing, or you can ask me and I would be happy to answer your questions.
It was 10:45 p.m. before we left the temple to drive home and our kids hadn't had dinner yet, and were very tired and you would think they would have been unbearably irritable. But they weren't. There is such a peace you feel in the temple, that you can't help but feel it and be calm when you are there.
When we were walking to the car I asked "Even though you are starving and tired, was it worth it?" I heard a resounding YES! and Mclayne issued my second favorite quote of the day "That was a really special experience."
Sorry about the pics, my camera does not take very good night pictures.
We were 25 minutes late for our designated tour time, and while we were watching a short introductory film in a temporary tent the wind started to blow so hard that the bars it was constructed out of were creaking almost louder than the film. The line was REALLY LONG it took us and hour and a half to actually get in the temple so we stood in the blustery wind and the drops of rain. Waiting. Waiting to see the temple.
While we were in line there was a young guy in front of us who was there by himself and preparing to receive his own endowment in about a month and he had a lot of questions so Chris was able to answer them as we walked through.
The Temple is of course magnificent! It is beautiful and I loved the "retro" feel of the fabrics, wallpaper, and decor. There were a couple of "buffet" type chests that I swear were once in my grandma's house.
Chandlers favorite part of the temple was the baptismal font. As members of the church we use certain terms very flippantly, because we know what we are talking about. However, when we told Chandler that is where they do baptisms for the dead, before we could even explain he said very matter of fact " Oh, yeah, that's where they baptize the dead people." Like it was something he has seen every day. But for those of my readers who are not members the baptismal font in the temple is where vicarious baptisms are performed in behalf of deceased forebears. You can go here and read more if that is totally confusing, or you can ask me and I would be happy to answer your questions.
It was 10:45 p.m. before we left the temple to drive home and our kids hadn't had dinner yet, and were very tired and you would think they would have been unbearably irritable. But they weren't. There is such a peace you feel in the temple, that you can't help but feel it and be calm when you are there.
When we were walking to the car I asked "Even though you are starving and tired, was it worth it?" I heard a resounding YES! and Mclayne issued my second favorite quote of the day "That was a really special experience."
Sorry about the pics, my camera does not take very good night pictures.
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