Just Burps

Jackson came to find me outside the other night to let me know he had "poopies." "Well," I say, "let's get inside and change your diaper OK?" "OK Mommy." We get in the house and I strip him down, with wipies at the ready, only to find his little rump is totally clean. "Jack, you're not poopie!" "WAIT MOM!" and he proceeded to push for all he was worth. I had my concerns, but all he was rewarded with was little toot. Then he told me, "Oh! You're right mom, no poops, just burps."

He's also found the cabinet that I hide left over candy in and I think his fear of falling is officially over.

introspect

Never argue with an idiot.

He will drag you down to his level

and beat you with experience.

My friend posted this on Facebook and it really spoke to me. Not that I think that I'm better than anyone else, rather that I tend to feel like the 'idiot' when I know I am educated and intelligent. I tend to talk too much. Sometimes I feel like I am digging little holes for myself to crawl into when speaking with certain types of personalities. I've been working on listening more and saying less. What I'm learning is that the old adage is too true, "Give them enough rope and they will hang themselves." I don't want to feel like the one hanging from the noose.

should've-would've

long story-short

13 years ago when we were newlyweds Monte built me an entertainment center while we lived in Wymount. It has followed us through countless moves, been added to, fixed and re-varnished more than I can remember. We don't use it anymore. I'm cleaning and un-cluttering the house so we were discussing the entertainment center and wondering who might be in need. (Such a shame to loose such a piece.) Clyde happily suggested, "MOM! Let's get the pick ax out and burn it!" It seemed fitting so we had some good friends over (thanks Stones for the fun company) for grilled pork loin, baked potatoes, salad, brownies and

BON FIRE!!

Those countless layers of varnish made for an awesome fire.

I should've taken pictures-I would've taken pictures

but I forgot.

aside: Monte said it was fun and "therapeutic" to hack it apart...hmm...let's hope that's not a subconscious thought on our 13 years of marriage.

To nap or not to nap that is the question

He still needs the nap and yes, he actually still wants the nap. It's the Mom. She is in a quandry and now she is experimenting. If she cuts the nap short he wakes up grumpy and is a bear for the rest of the day (not worth it.) But if she lets him sleep as long as he would like (2-3 hours) he is up late into the evening. While it creates a nice afternoon for said mom the evening is not so fun.

And yet, like I said, he still needs the nap and...

he still wants the nap.

Maybe not in his bed but on the floor with the TV blaring and mom working in the kitchen he'll take less of a nap and still go to bed tonight.

Yeah, I know, not likely.

Italian Tonight!!

I have discovered the American Discount Store. The miraculous place where you can buy a box of 300 individual packages of fishie crackers for $7. The wonders of huge can of marinara sauce and gigantic container of Ricotta cheese comes out to $4.25. A tasty box of 50 Grandma's cookies (also individually packaged) is $8. Jars of baby food can be found 10 for $1. Need I go on? I have been warned that it is hit and miss. The produce, for the most part, is icky and too ripe. But I do believe that the benefits outweigh the negative. I came home to use up that Ricotta cheese and Marinara sauce...2 large pans of manicotti and 2 huge lasagnas later. It is done. My house smells wonderful and my freezer is happy!

baBy Oh babY

Yes, it'll all there in the post title.

Did you read carefully?

Here let me spell it out for you

baBy Oh babY

We're thinking 3rd times a charm...right?

(Prayers and positive thoughts are always welcome!!)

you know you have boys when...

Christmas songs go something like this,

"Oh Cannon Bomb, Oh Cannon Bomb how lovely are thy branches." - "MOM! I just sang the Christmas Tree song in German!"-Clyde

And kissing under the mistletoe brings up questions like this,

"Mom? I don't get the part about having missiles on your toes."-Monte

...I'm just sayin'...

Polar Bear Swim

It's December, the pool is not heated, and yet he continues asking if he can go swimming. So yesterday I let him. Why not? He'll learn for himself. I've done this before myself when I was crazy and young at a friends annual 'Polar Bear Swim'. Maybe it's time to make some more winter traditions. We could get awards and everything. Sponsor the Gardiner's Annual Polar Bear Swim. Of course they'd have to get their hair wet and swim the length of the pool. What do you think?

His reactions are so great here. I really love this kid.

" Mom! It's like there's ice all over my body!"

I'm doing it!!

We've begun crawling!! It's so exciting and a little bit sad to watch him learn all of these fundamentals all over again. This time around though I get to hear a sweet little voice say, "Mommy!! Look at me! Look at me! I'm doing it!" Every moment brings another new milestone. Yesterday there was quite a bit of crawling etc going on. By the end of the day his legs were shaking horribly and visibly. Today he took it easy. It's a lot of work for those little muscles. The best news of all? He almost slept through the night last night!!!

bye bye BABY bye bye

Can you believe the technicians asked us if we wanted to bring it home? I'm still not sure if they were serious or not!!

BLETCH!!

Dr Udall was finishing up a surgery next door and the PA tried to tell us that we should keep it on for 2 more weeks or so - ummm did you look at the X-rays? because Udall said we'd get it off today if they looked good. - Yes, and they look perfect for 5 weeks in - you mean 5 1/2 - 5 weeks - 5 1/2 - 5 weeks - Um I'm a mom and I've been counting down, it's been 5 weeks and 4 days - Well, I conferred with our other Dr and he agrees that it should stay on for a few more weeks. - Is this based on the x-ray or just your experience? - experience - When will Dr. Udall be here? a few minutes? Oh well...we'll just wait.

hooray for just waiting!!!!

Afterword he held his legs in this position and cried for an hour or so. Once home we took a nice long Epsom salt bath in this basic position while we scrubbed and rubbed and massaged. There weren't as many tears in a bubble bath and after an hour more...

He still makes no movement on his own and is getting used to the stiffness and slight pain. But we're on the right road.

Thanks to ALL that have prayed for us - helped out in our home - brought in meals - gifted things on our doorstep. We appreciate and love you all. Next step? finding another new normal...hopefully one with much less TV.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow, you're only a day away...(knock on wood)...Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow, you're only a DAY......A......WAY!!!! da da da DAAAA!!!

the opening prayer

We've been focusing on prayers of gratitude at our house. I've been working on getting them to pray for specifics and not just the "we're grateful for everything that has been given to us" variety. Clyde has been doing quite well and tonight he topped the charts for Family Home Evening...

"Dear Heavenly Father,

We're really grateful that Jesus was born so we could get lots more toys. And we're really, really grateful Jesus walked the earth so we could have our sins washed away when we get baptized. In the name..."

SaNtA

Almost too cool...but a little reluctant to stop believing.

This one just knew he was with the real Santa

You can see the excitement on this ones face.

It's a little too scary to sit on his lap and yet...

it's totally fine to take his candy and give up a quick "knuckles"

AnNuAL TrEe CutTinG 2010

It seems my blog is getting repetitive...so many yearly traditions!!

The Bill Arnett Jr family Annual Pinetop Lakeside Tree Cutting Party!!
This year twas StUpEnDoUS!! Sunny, warm and bright with plenty of good packing snow!!

The Brethren-A Full SET!!

me and my dad

jonny, shauna, me, cynthia, sara and kathryn

walter, jenet, monte birk, monte sr and rex making hot cocoa and popping corn (the poppers didn't work so well on the bon fire)

jack-et chillin' with grandpa

clyde-ster!!

alison, andrew, jonny, monte birk

4 Peaks!

If you were wondering what it means when I tell you each Thanksgiving we go to 4 Peaks...just count the peaks on the mountain behind us...The Arnett Family Tradition that has been going on since my memories began.

Clyde and Sr

Walter & Monte

Seth, Jack, Sr, Clyde

Mom and Seth

Sr and Clyde

Me and Jack

ThAnKs!!

ThAnKs to my neighbor, Annie (well not technically my neighbor but my neighbor none-the-less. If you've known me long enough, you know EXACTLY who I'm talking about.) for coming over for HoUrS today while I finished my Christmas shopping! You read right...Finished! Anne you are the BEST, your kids are gorgeous and you are a great friend! Even though we go years between actual visits...I guess that's OK when you'll always be neighbors, right?

"Meet you between the two trees!!"

long awaited update!

Everyone keeps asking, "How is Jack doing?" and instead of talking a lot about it, I've been trying to deal with it. Now that I've got a bit of a routine back in our lives here is the

long awaited update!

Jackson is happy as can be, a real trooper. Actually the truth is it makes you feel even worse that he is so nice about his immobility. If he would cry and mumble all the time you could relate to him more but he is, in fact, so nice about it, it kind-of breaks your heart.

We can wash the bodice with rubbing alcohol and that has made a world of difference. We also spend an hour each morning and evening with the hair dryer. Drying out moisture from various sources...Just recently though he has taken to putting things down into the cast so I have to be diligent in keeping things out. If they make it into the legs we are goners!

The cast comes off December 16. The Doctor says there is a small chance his leg won't be ready by then, but I think he just has to say that so moms like me don't go berserk on the off chance that happens. I swear he is getting heavier and more awkward for me to carry every day.

His brothers, Dad and Mom spoil him rotten and I fear that we will have ruined our easy independent boy child. The real problem is that the more frustrated he is becoming with his cast the more tired and impatient I am becoming with him.

Nights are still by far the worst. Monte and I are both desperate for real sleep. We take turns with him over night. He still is not very comfortable and tries to shift in his bed. Then he gets very frustrated to be woken up even if it is he who has woken himself. Basically a no win situation.

Still we are happy to be not hurting anymore and have routine back in our lives. Now that we know how to do things it is easier to get out and about. I don't go out very often but at least the things I have to do can get accomplished. A sweet girl from the ward comes over every afternoon to sit while I pick up the older boys from school. That is probably my biggest life saver.

After the cast is off we've been told he won't be walking for "a month or so." He'll do his own physical therapy...crawling, pulling himself up, toddling. And even then he'll walk with a limp for "quite a while"

Update complete...

Now...how to get the Christmas shopping done?

Our tooth fairy is rich and apparently very, very BLOND!

UMMMM...our tooth fairy (the male version) forgot last night. The female version was up with Jackson all night and didn't even know that the tooth (and the promisary note for the one that had been lost somewhere in the carpet) had been placed under the pillow. Jack is finally doing better around 2am and I'm thinking that sleep for me is coming when Clyde comes in with a bad dream around 3am. By 4am I finally get him settled in bed with me and am drifting into much needed sleep myself when Seth comes in with the dreaded..."Mommy, the tooth fairy forgot!" Oh crap "Oh sweetie," I say, "she was probably just crazy busy last night." By 5am he is done hitting the bed and squirming around, while Clyde and his nasty night breath are snoring next to me, and I drift off into sleep. Ahh sweet sleep. Around 6am, the male tooth fairy emerges from his upstairs sleeping chambers to shower and get ready for work. I mention the tooth fairy scenario and since Seth is still sleeping next to me he goes to take care of it. Around 7am "MOM!! I got $5 for my two teeth!" Seriously? That's all the tooth fairy had in his wallet? I've got quarters stashed all over this house! "Oh baby that is SO AWESOME!" 7:30am "Guys, go make your beds and clean up your rooms it's about time to get to school." "WoW Mom the tooth fairy forgot my tooth and I still got $5!!!!" "What?" "I found it under my bed! She forgot it!" Geesh! So now Monte Birk has given Seth a quarter for the tooth and has it in his own baggie with you guessed it! HIS name on the bag. He's going to put it under his pillow tonight because "Geeze Mom, this tooth fairy isn't too smart. She won't even notice!"

Told you so!

...and the winner in the loose tooth competition is...SeTh! (just as I predicted). As a side note, yesterday we were driving home from cousins house and he pulled the lower tooth as well! Now he's got a hole on the top and a hole on the bottom. Clyde is a little jealous, but if you know Clyde at all he pretty much goes with the flow...WhaTeVer is his mantra.

twins just being twins

Clyde has had 2 loose teeth on the top for a month now. He keeps asking when they will fall out but he's too scared to wiggle them around. (Don't know why, he's already lost two on the bottom.) The other night, while I was out, he decided it would be fun if Seth had a lose tooth as well. So...while they were watching TV together Clyde reached into Seth's mouth and yanked one of his top front teeth forward. Seth did NOT have a loose tooth at the time, mind you, but when I got home that evening Seth's tooth was sticking straight forward out of his mouth. I now call him my snaggle tooth boy. He is a born tooth wiggler though, so his is sure to come out before either ONE of Clyde's!

Definition

Spica cast: A spica cast (also called a hip cast or body cast) immobilizes the hips and thighs so that bones or tendons can heal properly. It is usually put on in surgery while the child is sleeping.

There are several types of spica casts. They begin at the chest and may extend down to cover one leg, both legs, or the leg on one side and down to the hip or knee of the other side. The doctor will decide what type of spica cast your child needs.

Guess which one we needed!

(Tell me that's not gonna stink-literally-in less than a weeks time...I dare ya!)

You don't actually put a diaper on him. The cast is somewhat like I'd image a chastity belt (without the key.) You get a small diaper, size 2 or 3, and sort of tuck it into the cast around his crotch. We got a cool new car seat today to transport him around in. I'm going out to buy a big gardening wagon to fill with pillows to get us through the holidays. He's got to wear it 6 weeks- hopefully it will come off the week before Christmas...sorry all if our scent begins to offend...) The cast is slightly bent at the waist maybe 20 degrees so he will be able to sort-of sit up The bean bags at home will come in very handy the next few weeks. I'm also moving his bed to my room to avoid the stairs. Seeing his brothers today helped a TON but he's staying in the hospital tonight again because of concern for his heart rate. It's been above 135 for 3 days straight. They anticipated it going down when his pain was lessened, but it went UP instead towering around 166. (Ideally it should be low 90's or under.) It also stays uncomfortably high while he is asleep which is abnormal as well.

Looks like he's coming home tomorrow though so...

Wish us Luck!!

This photo was taken at the end of the day today once he was weaned off the heavy meds and had a clearer head. He still spikes with pain every so often but it is FAR more managable. Thanks for the prayers...please keep them coming!

Morphine anyone?

They upped his timing so he can get the morphine evey hour instead of evey two hours. That wasn't quite covering it. The problemb is the morphine gives him BIG body twitches. The "feel like you're falling" kind you sometimes get right before you fall aslep. They jerk his leg and even with the drugs he cries out. He's just done...I can't blame him. Last night stunk.

calling all prayers!!

Did you know hospitals have internet access? I wish I didn't know. Jackson was with a sitter this afternoon and he broke his femur. It's been a long, very dificult and horribly painful 8 hours from ER to Ambulance to Children's Hospital. Morphine has helped and mommy's singing worked for many of those hours. Tomorrow at 10am he will be having surgery. Start praying now for him to get through this aweful night & the next week...pretty please!

Monte Sr is in Utah with Seth and Clyde, coming home tomorrow, Monte Jr is with cousins (he's not actually too upset this being his first sleep over.) Mom? Well, I'm at the hospital no toothbrush, no pj's no soap, no...you get the picture. Who thinks a trip to the ER will result in a week at the hospital?

He cries out in pain every few minutes in his sleep. 15 more minutes and he can have more morphine. It is breaking my heart to see my brave little tough guy go through this.

worms

At parent pick-up on Tuesday Monte Birk asked me, "Mom, do worms have citizenship?" Me: "No Monte Birk, I don't think so. Why do you ask?" Monte Birk: "They do such great things for us it seems like it would only be fair." Me: "What do you mean kiddo?" Monte Birk: "Well, they loosen the soil and help plants grow and fertilize the ground. You know mom, we owe the worms a lot." Try keeping a straight face having that conversation with a serious 8 year old!

What would you do?

You call your neighbor to have her 3 year olds over to play. She says no, she's going to the AZ State Fair, "It's deodorant day." You say "huh?" Bring in deodorant get in free! Of course it's 1/2 day at school for the kids anyway...SO...what would YOU DO?!

The brethren prefer the games to the rides. (Games and rides all $1 yesterday.) MB won his bear early on in the afternoon and carried him around the fair grounds like this all day.

Ingenious!!

...and I quote "TWAINS mom TWAINS!" He would have been happy at this stop all day long.

Jack was too short for most of the rides...including this one. I've learned that if I carry him into the ride they never actually see his height!! Is that sneaky or smart?

They have an exibit this year of life sized dinosaurs. Very loud, pretty darn scary and not for the faint of heart child. I'd roll Jacks stroller close to the ones with big ol teeth and he'd scream until I'd roll him away again. Back and forth, back and forth...I've got it on video.


The animals won by the end of the evening!

OH! Did mention the fact that the mini van's radiator cracked just after picking up the boys from school on the way to the fair? We were crammed in the van with our friends the Hamms. Monte saved us from the freeway on ramp, we transfered all of the strollers and car seats to his car, left him with a few kids, transfered everything into the Hams Jeep, went back to pick up the rest of the kids, left Monte with the Mess of a mini-van on the side of the road (not stranded, he had his car back.)...and were on our way! We could've stayed home after the hour long delay on the side of the road. But...life's what you make it...right?