DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO VOMIT STORIES
You know you have arrived at motherhood, when bad things start to seem not so bad.
so we spent an hour and a half in the car going to the dentist who is less than twenty miles from our house, but traffic was at a standstill. Before we left mkcay was acting like he might puke. yeah. So I go to the dentist and two hours later matt picks me up with the kids. He had taken them to the store to run errands while I was at the Dentist. Mckay was acting fairly normal. I was meeting our enrichment leader at the church to go through the closet, and then we headed home. As soon as we get home I sit mckay at the table, he pukes everywhere. Now I tell you this story because normally I would have had a "this sucks" day. But considering all the things I got done and that I wasn't cleaning puke out of the car or off the church carpet I felt very fortunate.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Super Glue
Just in case any one was wondering if superglue is okay to eat. . .
It is, because I sure enough had to call poison control yesterday when Mckay found a tube and opened it and sucked on it. I caught him in the act luckily, we held his mouth open until it was set, trying to get as much off as possible. He has got a chunk behind his teeth and on the top of his mouth. This child is going to give us a run for our money.
Poison control said it is non toxic and will wear off in a few days, just in case you were wondering for the next time you decide to eat super glue.
Friday, March 7, 2008
mckay wants to be a big kid
So Mckay has decided that he wants to sleep in the big bed with Hayden at night, which suprisingly he does very well. He will just lay down and go to sleep so he won't be put in the crib. So when I put him down for a nap and he was hysterically upset that I hadn't put him in the big boy bed I let him lay on the big bed. To my suprise he just layed down and went to sleep.What a crazy kid. He has been so different than the others, always wanting to do what they do.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
For all my deer friends in Idaho
Sorry I couldn't resist, I am from Idaho and must share the Love.
Roping A Deer...(Names have been removed to protect the stupid!) Actual Letter from someone who writes, and farms! I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall,feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that,since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fearof me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threwmy rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would havea good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you couldtell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tensionon the rope and then received an education. The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just standthere looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer-- no chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled There was nocontrolling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feetand started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerkme off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a fewminutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head againstvarious large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared sometiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have it suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined backup in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get myrope back. Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of mywrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse wherethey just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head --almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, butit was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claimby now), tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reachedup with my left hand and pulled that rope loose. That was when I got myfinal lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up ontheir back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and theirhooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -- like a horse--strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing todo is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickerywould not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a differentstrategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from ahorse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twiceas strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hitme right in the back of the head and knocked me down. Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does notimmediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while youare laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope so that they can be somewhat equal to the Prey.
Roping A Deer...(Names have been removed to protect the stupid!) Actual Letter from someone who writes, and farms! I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall,feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that,since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fearof me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threwmy rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would havea good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you couldtell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tensionon the rope and then received an education. The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just standthere looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer-- no chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled There was nocontrolling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feetand started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerkme off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a fewminutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head againstvarious large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared sometiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have it suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined backup in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get myrope back. Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of mywrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse wherethey just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head --almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, butit was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claimby now), tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reachedup with my left hand and pulled that rope loose. That was when I got myfinal lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up ontheir back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and theirhooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -- like a horse--strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing todo is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickerywould not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a differentstrategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from ahorse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twiceas strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hitme right in the back of the head and knocked me down. Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does notimmediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while youare laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope so that they can be somewhat equal to the Prey.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Blog bog
so I have become a little disenchanted with blogging in general. Is it right to put so many personal things out on the internet? Hmmmm? I like that its like a free personal website. I guess I could always make it personal, where you would have to log in to see it.
I like it for the ease of keeping touch with family and friends who actually want to and care what is going on. Maybe I am just thinking about it too much. Feel free to comment and leave your opinion. later
I like it for the ease of keeping touch with family and friends who actually want to and care what is going on. Maybe I am just thinking about it too much. Feel free to comment and leave your opinion. later
Granny Morris's email quote
A quote fromPres. Hinckley "Some years ago I clipped an article on Commander WilliamRobert Anderson, the man who first took a submarine under the North Polefrom the waters of the Pacific to the waters of the Atlantic. It was an untried dangerous mission. In his wallet he carried a tattered card with these words:
"I believe I am always guided, I believe I will always take the right road. I believe God will always make a way where there is noway". "Be not afraid, only believe." Mark 5:36"
"I believe I am always guided, I believe I will always take the right road. I believe God will always make a way where there is noway". "Be not afraid, only believe." Mark 5:36"
Monday, March 3, 2008
Happy Birthday Wyatt
Happy Bday Wyatt, now that you are lost in L.A. How will we ever find you. Ha Ha. I hope you have a good birthday tomarrow. I will never forget dropping you on your head as a baby. It has tramatized me forever.
I tried to get a picture of you as a kid, but noone has one sitting on their computer, lucky you.
I tried to get a picture of you as a kid, but noone has one sitting on their computer, lucky you.
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