Farmers and Egyptians

Today I am thankful for my kids' school. I almost want to go back and go through grade school. I never did all of the things my kids get to do!

Last year I was introduced to Mother Goose Day in the Kindergarten class. If you will remember we had quite the adventure creating Humpty Dumpty for Micah. Thjis year it was Kyler's turn to participate in Mother Goose Day. Thankfully I chose this year andidn't even let him think there was a choice. I drove to every store in town before heading out to Falcon to find overalls in Kyler's size; insert Falcon jokes here. We got a hat and caled Kyler Old Macdonald. He was adorable! 

In class when it came time for him to recite Old Macdonald, he proudly added that Old Macdonald had a snake. I breathed a sigh of relief, no costume's to uncover my horrific lack of creaive skills.

WRONG!

Micah mentioned Egyptian Day and in exploring the website I found that he was supossed to be dressed as one; a week from the day I was looking at the flier!

I couldn't find a costume for boys.  A friend found one, but it was kind of expensive. So I went online and found "easy" instructions to make my own. I went out and spent the same amount on supplies that I would have spent on ordering the already made costume.

I spent hours cutting ans ewing an recutting and trying on a piece of fabric on Micah that was full of needles holding everything in place.

He started screaming at me at one point because there was a needle stuck in his ear. I told him to stop being so dramatic and pulled it out. Then I threatened his life if he got blood on the white fabric. We already had one bleeding character for school!

This morning my little boy skipped off to school in what we are calling an Egyptian costume. There is no way he is coming home with that thing in one piece!!

I am told that in the later grades wll be reinacting a war and will need sardines and toilet paper bandages. Maybe if I had days like that I wouldn't have minded history so much!! Especially if the cute kid I studied in class instead of my American History was part of the history lesson......

Surprise Miracles

Confession: I am currently supossed to be working on finding a cause for night leg cramps in a middle aged woman and writing a convincing plan for combatting said leg cramps, but all I can come up with is, give up your tennis for soap operas. Since I know my teacher won't accept this treatment plan, I decided to turn on the TV. I freaked out when I heard who they were predicting to win today's election and ate 5 Snicker Bars. Since eating massive amounts of sugar and biting my nails off wasn't being productive in helping me procrastinate, I decided to blog!

Today I am immensly thankful for my Kyler bug!

I was told I couldn't have children. We used fertility measures to conceive our first and were somewhat shocked at how easy the process was. When that first kiddo was only 7 months old, I found out I was 2 months along with an all natural and shocking pregnancy.

Kyler has been consistent in keeping us in a state of shock ever since!

When he was little he was infamous for changing his own diaper and hiding the dirty one in any conceivable place. At two he emptied an entire pan of lasagna on the white living room floor while I was getting dressed.

At three he got a peanut stuck in his nose; at 4 he broke his foot; at 5 he broke his collar bone.

Kyler is fascinated with anything that he is not allowed to do! But he has discovered so much! Like how shocked people act when you tell them that the woman dragging you through the store is not your mommy. How loud the neighbor girl screams when she notices a little boy peeing out in the yard next door. How hard you hit your head on the wall at the bottom of the stairs when you ride the laundry basket down them.

Kyler loves to laugh. His giggle is the most contageous thing I have ever heard. Kyler also holds the world record on how many questions one little boy can possibly ask. "What would happen if I stuck that quarter in the electrical socket?" "How did I get here?" "Do you think God could make a real light saber?"

Kyler loves to cuddle, especially after he has been told to go to bed. Those are the best cuddle times ever! Kyler has been named, "The best friend in class" in school, and is one of the most loyal kids I know.

Once when describing one of his friends who had a different skin color, he described hair color and height and clothing, but never once did he mention that his friend had a different appearance than himself.

Kyler is the best surprise I have ever received and every time I think of my shock and surprise I laugh out loud. I am so glad God knew we needed Kyler, even if we didn't. Our family wouldn't be the same without him!

I pray that Kyler is always thankful for the person God created him to be. I pray he continues to love and care about people. I pray that he never gets tired of asking questions and uses his discoveries to honor God and his fellow man.

I pray that he will be all God created him to be and will always choose to see the good in everyone and every circumstance. I pray that he will always have a soft heart!

I am so thankful for my Kyler bug and I thank God every day for the miracle that is my little boy!

My Rock

Ok its like day 4 or 5, (wait what day is it???) and this is my second proclamation of thanksgiving, but I am currently up to my eyeballs in sewing Egytian costumes and writing research papers on chicken pox.

Today I am thankful for my husband. His name is Kevin, he is hot, and he is way way older than me! He is bi-polar on Sunday during football season and addicted to Starbucks. He makes me laugh and roll my eyes and feel like the most special girl in the world.

If there is an easy way to do something, he will find every other possible way to do it. Without his iphone, he would be sitting on the side of the road three hours in the wrong direction at any given time. If there is a problem with my car, he can fix it, and if I need a lightbulb changed he'll do it....within the year!

My husband is one of the most caring people I have ever met! He spends every day working at a job that is taking care of hungry little children all over the world. He dedicates himself to speaking up for those you can't speak up for themselves.

He is an amazing husband. He is my defender and protector. The sholder I cry on and the other sholder I punch when he makes fun of me. He does dishes almost every night and he changes a diaper every other month! He has stuck with me through the hardest times of a marriage and through the most happy and romantic times. He is my best friend!

Kevin loves being a dad, even when he realizes that his two-year-old is snapping his DVD's in half. He loves roasting marshamllows with his boys....and a heating gun. He plays catch in the backyard and will talk to his boys about anything they want to talk about. At Christmas I usually only have to remind him a few times that we bought the toys for the kids and that he should probably let them have a turn.

Kevin has tought me so much! How to tell what year a Chevelle is; how to forgive when its the hardest thing in the world to do; how to laugh at myself realizing that tomorrow its not going to seem so devastating. He has taught me how to properly put the roll of toilet paper on the dispenser and that duct tape really can fix anything. He has taught me that a fishing trip where only one fish is caught is indeed a successful fishing trip!

Just last night he drove across town to deliver the wolds heaviest tv that he sold for $20 on craigslist, for a young mom who couldn't fit it in her car and had just moved here by herself with her 20 month old little girl, after her husband headed off to Korea for a year. True he spent the money that he made on gas, but that people is my man!!!

He is an amazing man, friend and lover and I am FOREVER thankful that I get to spend the rest of my life by his side!!

Micah

I have friends who every year use November to say what they are thankful for every day of the month. While I will never have the time to actually verbalize it, I'll do my best to think of something new every day and whisper it to myself in the shower, which very well could be the thing I am thankful for.

I must confess I have gotten into a bad habit of reciting to myself al of the things that I am frustrated about; this is making my shower longer and longer and then our water bill goes up and I irritated with one more thing!

So today I am thankful for my oldest son, Micah. He is turning into such an incredible boy! He'll be 7 in 3 months. If you ask him he already has the days counted down until his birthday!

It really doesn't feel like its been 7 years since I laid in a hospital bed crying my eyes out convinced that this baby would NEVER come into the world! He had to be helped along by a C-section and he was very purple from his reluctance to leave his little cucoon, but I have never felt that kind of love as they handed me my son.

I knew I would do anything for him! I purposed to be the perfect mother to him and never yell and make sure he ate broccoli and could read by the time he was two. I didn't do any of those things, but in spite of my imperfect mothering he is turning out ok!

True, he does like to see if he can make his classmates laugh by sticking rocks in his ears and up his nose, and he thinks its hilarious to leave plastic spiders in my jammie drawer, and that its awesome to watch Star Wars every day, but its probably the lack of broccoli I feed him.

Micah is one of the most caring people I know. Unless he's yelling at his brother or fighting with his carpool "sister" he can't stand seeing other people hurting. He gets upset when he sees other people being picked on, an he will confront anyone who dares to look at his brothers cross-eyed.

His smile can turn my whole day around! I don't know why God saw fit to give me such an incredible blessing, but he did and I will thank Him for it every single day of my life.

I pray that someday Micah will grow to be a man that loves God with his whole heart and seeks to serve him every day. I pray that he learns how love his wife with a selfless love and never ever stop pursuing her. I pray that he kisses his kids every day and knows that throwing a ball around in the backyard, has much more eternal value than working longer hours to make a few more bucks.

Thank you God for an amazing gift! Thank  you for giving me Micah!!

Family Memories That Last FOREVER

Well its October, my husband is finally on US soil and all bones have healed. I had a two minute window where every one had relatively unmarred faces, no casts, slings or bandages, at least any that were visible to the public, so I did what any mother would do. I went out and bought matching shirts for my boys and threatened everyones life if they didn't smile for a few family photos.

We called a friend to come take a few shots at a cute little spot with lots of trees and I ignored all complaints about how every other kid didn't have to get up at 6 on a Saturday morning to take pictures when their mom already took 2 million a month.

I threatened to not feed anyone until after the pictures so there wouldn't be food on their clothes, but Kevin cried the loudest so I covered everyone in napkins and allowed a few bites. It takes a lot of napkins to cover a 6 foot man!!

The trees were gorgeous!

 The colors were beautiful! I don't know why we don't go strolling around first thing in the morning with a bunch of bikers in tight shorts more often!

 And then we started posing. Some of us didn't understand that we weren't trying to make it into that book of akward family photos. We took the time, however, to explain that we weren't and Micah kept his mouth shut for about 25% of the rest of the pictures.

 We decided that maybe even if we didn't want to get into the book of akward family photos, we could just make our own! Me: "Liam, stop looking at the bug!" Kyler: "Dude, eat it, eat it!" Micah: "I really have the hardest time keeping my eyes open when my mouth is closed, why can't they understand this??" Caleb: "I wonder what would happen if I threw my shoe at that guy on the bike." Kevin: "Crap did I change my fantasy football roster??"

 Smile!!!  Um rocker dude, that goes for you too! Liam I understand its been 5 minutes since you last pooped, but can you please hold it a few more minutes and look at the camera??

 Me: "NO! Caleb, go stand by your brothers! Kevin: "Maybe you'll hear what I am saying better if you see my scary finger pointed at you!"Micah: "They are all nuts! I HAVE to have been switched at birth!" Kyler: "What? Whats happening?" Caleb: "SQUIRREL!!!!! Liam: "I'll just scream until I get my bottle....or Micah drops me."

 Thankfully they heeded my threates of dismemberment and we got a few shots that we might be able to send to you all for Christmas.

 Ok I said a few, not every one......

5 out of 6 looking is freaking amazing people!!!



Setting Co-pay World Records

Well its September 14th, 2012 and as of 1:53pm everyone in the Wilson house was, amazingly enough, alive and in possesion of, or at least knew where all of their appendages were.

After survivin broken collar bones and emergency appendectomies, refer to past blogs for weird details on these momets, my husband kissed us all goodbye and hightailed it out of the country for a week. The day he left, I had doctor appointments and carpool and lunch dates. We stopped at the store before dropping Kyler off at school. We forgot to ask Caleb if this was ok and after getting out of the car, we heard from him that in fact this was not ok with him.

Mommy crazily enough, still thought of herself as the boss and drug him through the parking lot. To remind mommy that she wasn't really as in charge as she thought, Caleb went limp, landing himself in a heap on the asphalt.

I gritted my teeth dragging my screaming child and smiled at the elderly lady staring at us. I bribed him with M&M's and we got through the short shopping trip with enough time to only run half the red lights to get Kyler to school on time.

Caleb, Liam and I headed to our lunch date at Chik-fil-a, where Caleb insisted his leg hurt and he couldn't walk through the parking lot. I was irritated enough to threaten taking the possibility of ice cream away. He ate his lunch and wanted to go play, but when he stood up, he cried and wanted to just sit with me. Now I decided to bribe him with ice cream to get him to play on it. If I coudl deny that it was hurt bad enough to hinder walking, I could fool myself into thinking that we weren't headed back into the oh so very familiar doctors office.

No joke, my doctor mentioned to me on one of my last visits that they were having a plaque made that said "parking spot reserved for Mrs. Wilson and all her boys"

Well by 4 he still wouldn't walk. I called my doctor and his nurse said they had no more appointments. Thankfully my doctor in now familiar with our craziness and said it wouldn't be a regular work day if he didn't see us, so he slipped us in for x-rays at 5pm. Turned out it was a bone bruise, and it took him several days to startwalking on it regularly.

Tuesday I patted myself on the back when everyone was nestled sweetly in their beds and I had yet to visit the doctor's office that day. I was tured, however, so I decided to wait on the bulk of my homework until the next evening.

Wednesday dawned delightfully cool and rainy. I got Micah off to school and everyone else slept in. I got Kyler to school on time and started laundry. The younger two, in a rare turn of events, both laid down for naps and I turned on the TV to catch up on my shows while I folded laundry.    

Then the phone rang. It was the school nurse. She wanted to know if I could come and try to get the rock that was lodged in Micah's ear, out.I shook my head, "I'm sorry I thought you said my 6 year old has a rock stuck in his ear." Indeed he did. Naptime was cut very short as I loaded babies up into the van and drove through the rain that was now annoying me.

The school nurse and I chatted while Micah yelled that we were hurting him and I dug in his ear. I am not sure how I feel about being so quickly recognized in the front office at school so early in the year, but my reputation proceeds me.

We went to our pediatricians office again. The guy at the front joked with me about how impressed he was not to have seen me the day before, then the PA tried for a while toget the rock out of my kids ear.

Frustrated I finally drug it out of my stubborn 6 year old that he really had stuck the rock in there. He looked at me and said, "but at least the one on the other ear and the two in my nose came back out" What?!?

We were shuffled onto the Urgent Care, and tucked into a room we shared with a lady who kept calling out that her pain was a 10. The nurse came in and tried with no luck to dislodge my son's classs clown act. Then the doctor tried for a while. Thankfully he was successful in removing the rock. He thanked Micah for the most fun he had had all day and gave Micah a cup to keep his rock in. The only reason I would have wanted to keep that stupid thing was if it had been made of solid gold and could pay for all the co-pays it had caused me!

 

Thursday we managed to keep out of any medical establishments, but today was a new day and Liam was scheduled to have tubes put in his ears. Thankfully Kevin got home last night and was there to hold my hand for the very long 15 minutes it took for the surgery to be completed.

Liam was not impressed that we allowed strangers to tie him to a bed, shove gas in his face, and cut into his ears. He made sure that everyone understood this as he filled the whole place with very angry screams.

We brought him home snuggled him into his bed for a nap and thanfully my adorable and happy little guy emerged 4 hours later.

 

You have no idea how scared Sunday is making me!!

It'd be covered by your shirt, but not your HMO

Caleb loves the belly button song sung by the boyz in the sink. If you are anyone you know exactly what song that is and which group of gourds sings this hit.

This song has taken on new meaning lately. And I shall now tell you why in way more detail than probably anyone wants to know.

August 27th Micah came home from school with strep throat. I ran around trying to get him into the last available appointment so that he only had to miss one day of school, because lets face it, less fighting has been a rather welcome event since school started, and I didn't want to disrupt that for too long.

After our fast and greasy burgers we gobbled at dinner time, my husband complained about a stomach ache. The man lives on grease alone, so a stomach ache really isn't that shocking. I'm rather bitter that his diet dripping with grease and deep fried everything has forgotten to raise his cholesterol higher than mine and I eat a tad bit healthier!

After being up all night with pain, he went to his doctor who decided that even though it could possibly be appendecitis, indigestion was much easier to treat. At this point I will pause and say, your welcome world for the hypochondriac that is me. I take full responsibility for the crazy, leave-his-socks-on-the-floor guy that is Kevin still being around to leave his socks on the floor. I insisted he go in. Just in case.

I waved as he headed to the ER on his own. People, don't judge, I have 4 boys, one who had strep and one who was finally taking a nap and you don't mess with nap time!! So when it became apparent that he was going to visiting the operating room, I called the babysitter and filled a backpack with chocolate (for me), and clean underwear(for him)  and went to be by his dressed-in-an-open-backed-gown side.

I sat in a waiting room with a large tv playing a medical drama, and listening to a woman loudly tell the story of how her friend almost died from her ruptured appendix. She left, the show changed to CSI or something, and it got dark. Then the doctor came out. I was sure he was going to tell me that something bad happened, like maybe he accidently cut the wrong thing out!

Thankfully he didn't and my husband was sitting in a recovery room. He told me that while they were in there they had repaired a small hernia. When I was finally allowed back to see him, he was hurting and had to pee, but grouchy about the fact that he had to PAY someone to TAKE something from him.

He spent the next few days on Percocet, taking advantage of being waited on hand and foot, and then his belly button bandage came off.

I wish so bad I would have pictures, but he has threatened to leave me if I take any. Before surgery, Kevin had no belly button. It was just a little dent. He hates belly buttons and I kind of enjoy getting a rise out of him by touching it. After surgery he has a very defined deep belly button! Where is the belly button that I married? What did they do in that OR??? Sometimes I wake up at night and freak out, wondering who the guy in bed with me is, and then I remember the surgery.

Belly button Uh Uh!