Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Beautiful Newport, Oregon

Dear Kidlets:
Uncle Brent and Aunt Tanya came into town this last week during Spring Break.  You were so thrilled to have them come you asked me every five minutes all morning when they were going to be there.
They are so wonderful. They weren't just here to visit.  Uncle Brent had some oral surgery done and then he and Aunt Tanya were all about helping us.



Aunt Tanya is so beautiful!  This photo does not do her justice.  Look at lovely Ginger too!

While they were here they: fixed our sink that was falling out, added child locks to our bathroom drawers, fixed the chest of drawers cupboards that wouldn't stay closed, cleaned out our garden boxes, burned a pile of yard debris (completely legal here), took us to Newport, Oregon with us, got us yummy Chinese food, and we talked and talked. I feel like I am forgetting some, but I just wanted you to know that all their glorious help was greatly appreciated!!
I felt like Peter--above--for all the great things they did!

Do Uncle Brent and I look alike?


We went to the beach and got soaking wet and cold and then hopped in the warm car and got some yummy warm food.
After they left you, S, went to your room and cried.  You came out with a sweet red face and said, "Mom, we need to live near cousins.  I miss Jane so much!"
Thank you Brent and Tanya and family! You are wonderful! We love you!

Monday, March 30, 2015

The Bumper

 Kiddos:
 Pulling out of a garage can be normal. Great, even.  Guess what?! I ran into Daddy's car and guess what?! His car came out with a couple ugly scratches.
My bumper however had a dent.  Daddy was so kind and didn't act like it was a big deal (even though I felt sooo bad about it).  He immediately went out and fixed it for me.  So did you, K. Look at your fingers--they are covered with some helpful tools.
I love that man!  See?! So much better!

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Healing Progress Report

K, the photos were taken the day after the can incident.  Your finger is healing pretty well. You are working on extending it all the way now and then.  
 You had a couple of days where you needed pain killers, including Sunday at church when you were not on pain killers (ibuprofen and acetaminophen is what I am talking about) and needed them.
We are so blessed to live where there are doctors, nurses, hospitals and volunteers.  There was a volunteer there that was so helpful to you and literally stood by us and blew bubbles for an hour.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

When You're Sick

Dear R and T, 

For a couple of days last week, after K was hurt and we spent a few hours in the emergency room, you were sick so I made you this. . .
 This was what my favorite meal was when I got sick.  My mother made it seem like it was the most wonderful thing to eat--especially when nothing else sounded the least bit tasty.  Thanks, Mom!
 When I made you this soup you were so happy. It tasted so good to you, T, and for the first time in  a couple of days you ate the food that was prepared for you, thankfully!
You both got a couple of meals in bed which you loved since we don't normally allow food in your bedrooms.  So glad that you are feeling better!

Love,
Mother

Monday, March 16, 2015

Friend Problems

 Dear T, you have been experiencing some hard times with some friends. The friends that you've been playing with all year have suddenly decided that they don't want to play with you and have told you so.  I noticed that you kept saying to me, "I want to move back to Brooklyn, where my friends are."

You were really upset about it, understandably. I went into the bathroom and I said a quick prayer in my head that I would know what to say to you and how to help you. R came in the room and he listen to what you had to say and he told you that that had happened many times to him. Then he said, "that's when I decided that I would go and make paper airplanes for myself and show them." I was surprised because R never said anything about having trouble with friends. But I was really proud of him deciding that he could do stuff on his own and play by himself.

When I was in 5th grade, all my friends seemed to suddenly disappear. I decided that I would not mind that. the way that I dealt with it was getting my favorite book or any book for that matter and going out into the yard of the school finding a nice place to sit where I can watch people, and then I would read until the bell rang. One time I read for so long and I got so involved in the book but I didn't see hear the bell ring or see the children running in and I came in and I was locked out of the school and I had to go to the front of the school to go back go back into class.  At the end of the school year I won the award for reading the most books.

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I guess what I'm saying is, it is okay to have times when friends aren't there to play with. I know it can feel lonely! You are a wonderful boy and you will be able to play by yourself and enjoy yourself.

Friends, like everything in this world, work in ebbs and flows. that means sometimes it will feel like you have so many friends that you can hardly pay attention to all of them. Then there may be times that it will feel like you don't have hardly any friends, if any at all. It is perfectly normal.  I know when there aren't very many friends that it can be really frustrating.

We talked about it some more this morning, and we said the important thing was that you knew that you were loved by our family but even more so by your Savior, Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father. He loves you so perfectly. I love you, T. You are a great boy. I know you are a good friend and that you try really hard to get things done in school that you need to. I know that you have many talents and one of them is making friends easily. You talked about making new friends and just enjoying being at school with the teacher that you really like, Mrs. M.

This will all work out. I love you. Love mom

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Spring Time

Dear Kidlets:  This was the first winter that we have experienced with absolutely no snow.

I think we may have seen a flurry once, but it did not make it to the ground.
We saw a lot of fog though. I guess this winter, that is going to have to count.
These are the blossoms from our peach trees. May I just tell you that I am delighted to have peach trees?  I can't wait to enjoy the sweet tastiness in the late summer.  Love you! Mom

Thursday, March 12, 2015

cans are dangerous

 Dear K:
You are a trooper.  Today was a day I will not soon forget.  Last week you and I went shopping. On that date we bought a new can opener. I got the one that leaves sharp edges because the ones that don't cut with sharp edges cannot usually open the 10 inch cans that we have.
 For lunch we had chili from a can that you love.  You ate half of it.  Then I put the can in the trash, in the back thinking there was no way you would dig through the garbage to find it.
 [Dear readers that are not K, if you do not like the sight of blood, do not continue reading--because the last photo has a bit].
This is a photo of us and Portland. Do you see OMSI?
 I went out to the garage, ironically to find the drill bits so I could install baby proofing things, and left you with S when she got home from school. A few minutes later I heard you crying.  I rushed in to find you covered with blood and S crying too.  You'd found the can and cut a "V" into your finger with it.  I could tell by the amount of blood you had lost and the hole that it was not a band-aid situation. I would like to say I was calm and collected about it but somehow it, but none of us were, except daddy.  I hollered for R to come down quick.  S answered a call from her friend, much to my panicked chagrin--which spread to her friend.
K, you actually weren't asleep--but you were really close when I took this photo.
 I took you to Daddy at work who assessed the situation (according to his wishes) then we drove up through rush hour traffic to Portland's OHSU children's emergency room.  They were very kind, but since Daddy started a new job in January so we're probably going to pay it out of pocket--which makes me cringe. Your finger had a tough time straightening out--which we are still praying for.  Gratefully the nerves were not damaged, but your tendon may have been.  We are praying for complete healing of the wound.  The doctor said that happened to his 2-year-old with a soda can.
Do you see the gash on your finger? :( 
It was funny to see you falling asleep right after they gave you the pain medication.  It seemed like all of the sudden you weighed at least ten pounds more and my arms were exhausted very fast. You smiled at everyone and even at the doctor as he inspected and played with your hurt finger. Thank goodness for medicine.

I am so grateful that your finger will most likely heal all the way and that it was not as serious as it could have been. I will be sure that all cans will be thrown in the recycling right away. Oh how I love you, dear one.  It melted my heart to hear you cry.  Daddy was able to get off work pretty quickly so he could come down to the hospital to hold you while you got stitches.  He is such a good daddy.

I love you!

Love,

Mom

To our friends: Thank you to the Frome family for coming over and watching S and T, dinner and your unrelenting support.  And to the other friends that offered support!  I cannot tell you how much it meant to know that if we needed it, you would be there to help us. :D

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Life-dates

Dear Ones:
 K, you love to sleep on my arm/shoulder every night.  It makes me smile and Daddy a little jealous.  But he does get the best "Hello, Daddy!" hugs.
This was from yesterday when we were doing a lot of yard work, including mowing our quite expansive yard.  T, you were the weed exterminator. R, you were the lawn barber.

Daddy found out yesterday that if we wanted to get $500 off our taxes, we could sell $635 worth of produce or goods from our yard--like if we had chickens and used their eggs or if we sold the fruit from our trees or if we got a goat.   Just thinking about it. 

Daddy had an hour for lunch yesterday so we got to go on a date.

S, your shoes literally fell apart at school yesterday and I had to take you a different pair.  I am thinking we may need to get some shoes, like at REI so that they quit getting torn apart by normal wear and tear.
R, you had a small groups concert.  It was delightful and I enjoyed hearing you play.  You are getting better and better. Be patient with yourself.  Becoming a great player requires a lot of time and practice.
Just for the record, I am really enjoying your childhood (for the most part) and I hope you are too. :D  Love you!  Mom

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Library from K's Eyes

The library is a magical place, especially when, besides the books with the tales that carry you away into millions of different imaginary worlds, there are toys.  Toys that are your size.  Toys that almost call your name. Toys with B.R.I.G.H.T. colors.  And a kitchen.

Somewhere there is story time too--but for goodness sake, how can you focus on that when there are these toys, people?!  

Take, for example, the kitchen. What?!
Just imagine those knobs I can turn on a stove without mom going ballistic and fetching the fire extinguisher a.k.a. an entire box of baking soda to stop a potential fire. 
Pots and pans that transfer seamlessly between stove-top and oven interior are any cooks dream come come true.  How can one resist that oven mitt that fits me perfectly, protecting my dimpled hands?!
Story time is so passe, but those toys?!  And the friends (not pictured, but there), that is heaven.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Basketball Standard

 We got a basketball standard.  Hopefully you'll be able to practice very hard and become the next Jimmer.
 Or you can just have a lot of fun playing together.
You helped Dad put it together.  :D