Mimicking Mommy

I shouldn't post this, because everyone will know what a mean mom I am. But it gave me a little chuckle, so I thought I'd keep a record of it. Yesterday, I was doing the dishes while Wyatt ate his lunch. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but he was saying, "Hear me? Stop! Hear me? Stop!"; because mom says, "Do you hear me? Stop it!" Then later on, Misty had a disc that went to his viewfinder. I told him to take it away from her so she wouldn't chew it up. He took it away and said, "No, Misty, spank a bum!" I had to explain to him that only mom and dad give spankings, which we really don't do very often. I guess we will really have to be careful what we say from now on.

Bittersweet Mobility

Misty is now eight months old as of last week. As of yesterday, she is crawling! Now is when all the excitement and terror begins. I like this stage, because now when I leave the room, she can follow me instead of wondering why I left her alone. I'm not, however, looking forward to her climbing our stairs. They are hard and awkward. Wyatt and I have both taken a fall down them, and even Ross has lost his footing a few times. We are amazed at how fast time is flying. Misty has always enjoyed interacting with her brother, and it won't be long before they are getting into mischief together.

Another One Bites the Dust

Since my last post about Wyatt's owie, he has finally spoken a whole sentence. He talks pretty well, mostly fragments or mumbling parts of the sentence he can't say. This new sentence is a little significant though. He says, "No monkeys jumpin on the bed." And he says it pretty well. On the way to the hospital, since he wasn't crying or anything, we sang that song to him. Now when he climbs on our bed, we have to remind him "no more monkeys jumping on the bed", and that that was how he got his owie. Ross took out his stitches the Tuesday after, just five days before we had another incident.

Sunday evening we went to Charity's house in Orem. Her daughter is turning six and we had a family dinner and party. I had ridden up with parents and we were getting ready to go. Even though Wyatt was still at the table munching on cake, I was putting Misty's pajamas on so we could go. There wasn't anyone else at the table with him, but all of the sudden we heard a THUD followed by crying. I knew it was Wyatt, but I continued to dress Misty knowing that one of my sisters would love him better. Erika ran over and picked him up and brought him over by me. He wanted me, so we swapped places. He had his head in my shoulder as I walked out of the room when someone shouted, "His head is bleeding in the back!" My first thoughts were, "Oh Great! Really!?! More stitches?" I took him into the kitchen and Charity started to wipe off the wound and got a better look at it. It was split open pretty good. Charity's husband, Brandon, was looking around to see where he'd hit since nobody actually saw it happen. We concluded that the impact of the hard wood floor split his head.

Ross wasn't there this time. He had to work, so my dad and I took him to an Instacare just a few blocks away. When the Doc finally took a look at it, he said he'd just put a few staples in it. STAPLES!?! I'd heard of it like after surgeries and stuff, but in my little boy's head? He assured me that it was quicker than shaving around the wound, giving a local anesthetic, and finally stitching. The pain would be less than the local itself, so I consented. They put in three staples and he barely cried. What a tough little man. They put an ointment and bandage on it, and we were good to go. When we got back to Charity's he was ready to play, with his cool blue car bandage. Sorry, no gruesome pics of the wound before the staples. They're on my phone, and I'm not sure how to post them. I'll try, but here are these for now.


The next day we went to a Chinese restaurant for Bonnie's birthday. Wyatt's fortune cookie said, "Your judgment cannot be trusted at this time. Turn to friends." I guess I need to be a little more aware of him if I don't want to be turned into Child Protective Services.

Bad...to the Bone!

My son was being unusually clumsy yesterday. He bumped his head or fell, no joke, at least a dozen times. My dad says it's probably due to growth spurts. Well, by the middle of the day, I wish now that I'd been a little more cautious. After my shower, I was getting dressed when Misty woke up, and she was a little fussy when Ross brought her up. He hopped in the shower, and while I finished getting dressed, Misty started to really cry. She was up on the bed and so was Wyatt. He was jumping around a little, then he'd stop to talk to Misty and that would ease her crying for a second. I picked her up to take her downstairs for a bottle saying, "Come on Wyatt." Just then, he sprung off the bed and took a dive into our dresser. He was crying immediately, and I put Misty down and rolled him over to see a lot blood gushing from the side of his eye. I panicked and screamed for Ross. He jumped out of the shower, soap in hair, and put pressure on it. (Why didn't I think of that?) I jumbled around saying fragments like, "Who should I... what do I... he's going to need..." Finally I got myself together and realized my parents had given us a couple of First Aid Kits, and one was right in the hall closet. I opened it up and found a butterfly bandage. It had stopped bleeding, and you could look right into the wound and see his BONE! Ross bandaged it up and we drove to the hospital.

Ross thought it was weird that I calmed down and wanted a picture. My thoughts were that Wyatt had calmed down and I had something interesting to blog about.

Wyatt was so brave the whole time. He was okay as long as daddy was in the room. Ross was applying a numbing agent so the doctor could give him a local anesthetic when he got back. He received a phone call, and I took over while he left the room. Wyatt started to whimper and asked for daddy. Ross was back shortly and Wyatt was acting like his normal self. I'm sure he was curious of his surroundings, but he was pretty much acting normal. He squirmed a little when they gave him the local, but he held almost perfectly still while the doctor gave him four stitches. Ross helped him to be so brave. I'm so glad he was there.

Six Months Already!

I've been meaning to post this for a few weeks now. Our little girl is six and a half months old now. Misty is such a happy little soul. She has a big smile for anyone who fives her attention. She coos and babbles, and I know she's hungry when she says, "Ba ba ba ba." If she wants to get anywhere, she rolls or scoots backward. She's very tall. Last time we went to the doctor, they said she was in the 95th percentile for her height! Can't imagine where she gets it from. She is very snuggly when she's tired, which I just eat up and savor when I can. Her mind is so busy and I know once she gets to crawling, we're going to have avery curious baby on our hands. She loves to play with her hands and feet and any toy or book interests her. She also loves to watch her brother play, but it really makes her laugh when he plays with her. It has been so fun to watch them play together and love each other. We're so grateful for our little ray of sunshine.

Live Nativity

Last week, my family had our Christmas Party. We had to do it earlier this year so everyone could make it. My little sister, Felicia, hosted it. She served Prime Rib, ham, potatoes, salad, and wonderful desserts. What a feast! We drew names for presents and everyone received some very nice gifts. The highlight of the evening, though, aside from being all together, were all of our children. All 14 of the grandchildren participated in a little nativity play while Grandpa narrated. I take that back, one of the twins wasn't in it, but the other was baby Jesus. Wyatt was one of the wise men and Misty was the star. We were supposed to dress them up in whatever we could find around the house. It was so cute. The oldest two, Houston and Jaycee, are 6 and 5. They played Mary and Joseph. The rest were five years and younger. I wondered how it would pan out, since some of them were a little young and might not understand what was even going on. But it was amazing to me to see all of these children just gather around the baby once the narrator said He was born. They just knew what to do! It was so precious, and I couldn't help but get a little choked up over the innocence of these children. They were so reverent and did such a marvelous job!

Brynn, Jaycee, Houston, Madalynn, Peyton


Gavyn was carrying the gold, which was actually gold-foiled candy in a little container. We told him to give it to the baby. I love the way he got on one knee to do it. It was so appropriate.

Misty playing her role(dad holding her above everyone).

For me, there have been many events this month that have really helped to bring in the Christmas spirit. Amidst all the stress and shopping, it is sometimes hard to remember the true meaning of Christmas. But I'm grateful for these experiences that help me remember my Savior and His miraculous birth into this world. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas!

Christmas Tag

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping Paper

2. Real tree or Artificial? Definitely real. I love the smell!

3. When do you put up the tree?When we can get a tree

4. When do you take the tree down? When i get around to it after New Years.

5. Do you like eggnog? No, but we always get it every year, because Ross LOVES it.

6. Favorite gift received as a child? A huge swing set that my dad built.

7. Hardest person to buy for? My mom, Ross' dad, Ross

8. Easiest person to buy for? My kids

9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes, we got it a couple of years ago.

10. Best Christmas gift you ever received? not sure.

11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? N/A

12. Favorite Christmas Movie (s)? Elf or White Christmas

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? November

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? no

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? all the goodies!!

16. Lights on the tree? Yes, white ones

17. Favorite Christmas song? Hark, The Herald Angels Sing

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Stay home. Don't really EVER wanna pack a bunch of gifts. Rather spend it at home

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolph.

20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Star
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21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? PJs on Christmas EVE. The rest in the morning

22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? How high maintenance gift-giving has gotten.

23. Favorite for Christmas dinner? Ham.

24. What do you want for Christmas this year? a new blender, double-jogging stroller, pants, Boots, food storage

I tag: Angelica, Daisie, Charity and Heather