At least it wasn't stitches this time!

Trent plays pickup once a week with his buddies from North Ogden. Every once in while (too often) he gets hurt. Usually it requires stitches. This time, however, it was a really good ankle roll. We went to E.R. at 11:30 pm, after he drove himself home from North Ogden. Yes, he still thinks basketball is worth it. He's a die hard!

Got Milk?

So, NOT the best day I have ever had. I can definitely think of funner. McKenna called me to pick her up from school saying that her throat hurt. Oh, I think I forgot to mention the part where I got Maren settled in front of the TV and me in a nice warm bath with a really good book. Then the phone rang.
The mail came. So I asked McKenna if she wanted to get it. Maren ran screaming to the garage, saying she wanted to. We thought she was maybe grabbing her shoes, so McKenna and I waited by the front door for too long thinking Maren would be right back. Somewhere in the get the mail part, Maren heard MILK. So, we are at the front door while my four year old is trying to get a gallon of milk off the top shelf of the fridge in the garage. Have you ever wondered how many rolls of paper towels it takes to clean up a shattered gallon of milk on a garage floor? 2, two, dos, da no matter how you spell it or pronounce it, it takes two. I prefer Bounty Select-a-Size, but in this case you select the whole size, yip the hole roll times two. Did I mention the great radius of the splatter? Quite fascinating actually.
The day was topped by a twelve year old tantrum of not wanting to take piano lessons anymore. "It is not fair that Dad makes me take piano, even if I hate it, all because his parents let him quite and he wished they wouldn't have let him." How do you argue with that argument? You don't. You let the Dad take over after you fire yourself the instant he walks through the door. Try it sometime. It's quite freeing. For two minutes.
Pictures? If you think for two second I took pictures, your sadly mistaken. This was not one of my best days. I think we were all crying over spilled milk. Nope, no pictures here.
I hope to be laughing about this tomorrow. I know all of you will be. Huh Rachel?

Brenden's 12th Birthday

We have a 12 year old! How is that possible? Time really does fly by when you're having fun. What a great kid he is too. We are so proud of young man he has become. He is so excited to receive the Priesthood. Next year, we will be dealing with a teenager!
Here is a little walk through memory lane with Brenden:
7 years old and doing what he loves with his Father.

8 years old and being Baptised.


9 years old and being hauled off for the spankings and pinch to grow an inch on.


Insert pretend 10 year birthday picture HERE. Daddy had the camera while on his Buffalo hunt. I will spare you gory pictures.




11 years old and still loving John Deere tractors.

12 years old and Mom forgot to buy candles. So he gets to pretend he is blowing out his Tech Deck Dude

OOH! What's this?

The PSP he has wanted forever. Little does he know all we can afford for him for Christmas after that is ....................a rock from the garden. We would still have to pay for coal.

Happy Birthday! You will always be our favorite son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Halloween

Maren's Preschool went to our local corn maze for some hair raising fun. This is a picture of the little spook and her friends. Maren's the Elephant. Nice thing about a bin full of Halloween costume's is the fact that you can change your mind if you would like. On Halloween, she was insistent she be a pumpkin. Ergo the picture below.

Brenden was a: Napoleon Dynamite, Vote for Pedro loving, rodeo clown

McKenna was a: Dead Bride

Maggie was a: Vampire

Maren was a: Pumpkin

New Family Pictures

We finally had new family photos taken! Click here for more on our photographer. Thanks Emily. We couldn't be happier. She took 270 pictures, so here is a sampling of my favorites. These pictures were taken at an old red barn here in Elwood.

Motorcycles, Hunting and Cute Kids!

Trent's annual, I won't draw, but do every year so far hunt, was unsuccessful for him. I am so sad:) and also lying. Kim, his brother, was successful at bagging a deer only one hour after making camp.

Brenden got his first motorcycle. My brother Keven restored this little Suzuki and Brenden gets to ride it until he outgrows it. It then will be passed to my little nephew Kyler. Boy's and their toys.

Cute girls and silly faces. Who could ask for more? Maggie's class won a pizza and pajama party at school for the most reading minutes. Here is her outfit.

Swine Flu anyone? Fall clean out

Brenden had the swine flu! He as the only one that was lucky enough to get it. The rest of us are so disappointed, NOT! He was so sick. 101.4 degree fever, body aches, headache and a horrible cough. Coughs though Codeine cough syrup, unreal. I have been an OUST fool. Spraying everything. He soon got the spraying addiction. The house reeked constantly, but it was sterile. He finally went back to school Tuesday. He came off the anti-viral medicine and right on to the anti-bacterial meds, because now, he has a sinus infection. Does it ever stop?

I love FALL! The colors are amazing, it is not quite as hot, life seems to be at a slower pace, but it also means cleaning out the summer clothes and digging out the sweaters. I have spent the last two days white gloving the kids bedrooms. (They can only clean their own rooms for so long and then the mom has to intervene to make sure it gets REALLY clean.) I also went though every drawer. We pulled out the clothes that were too small, made a can wear next summer pile, and brought out all the winter clothes. It was a lot of work, but nice to have done.

While I was upstairs doing the kids room, I also white gloved the kids bathroom. Are you serious! I about through up. Does anyone have any advice on how to train an ELEVEN year old on how to hit the INSIDE of the toilet? As of now, he has to sit his butt down. Nasty!