They said it would be a three year calling...

I was so sad last Thursday when Brother Masitis came over and released me as the Cub Scouts Committee Chair. I really asked him to leave so I could cry. When I was called to this position in late July, I was told it would be a three year committment so mentally, I wasn't prepared for his visit. I have really put a lot of time (if you've ever been in cub scouts before, you know what I mean) and effort into that calling, not to meantion I had just got over all the "crazy pshyscho's" who make going to to Roundtable a real treat. It wasn't until our meeting was about over that he extended a new calling as 1st counselor in the Primary to give me an explanation of my release. I may have only said yes because I get to be the counselor over cub scouts, because as crazy as it sounds, I actually love the Cub scout program!

I've lost my voice! (and my mind)

Please don't call me. It's not that I don't want to talk to you, but I can't. I have never lost my voice like this before, and am barely able to whisper out a NO! to my kids. I think it's Heavenly father's way of telling me I need to speak "softer" to them. As for being sick, I am not. I feel great! I haven't accomplished much because at this point, if a child needs something or I need to communicate with them for any reason, I literally have to go over to them, put their face in my hands, and yell (which comes out barely less audible than a whisper) whatever it is I need. This is occupying all the time in my days. Any suggestions? Most of my kids can't read, so writing it down doesn't help. (Dallin can read a few words, so he's no help either.) It doesn't help either that I am teaching Sharing time on Sunday!

My kids say the funniest things!

Tyli keeps us laughing, ok, I can't lie- ALL my kids keep us laughing! (I used Ty's name because she's the first I'm going to write about!) We could really tell what kind of a football season Cauley had when we listened to TyTy watch football on TV on Saturday. She walked into the room and clapped her hands saying, "Yay, bootball (football). Go Knigh(t)s, go! Oh shoot!" The funniest part was that the game hadn't started- they were just warming up so nothing was happening. As we continued to watch the game, she continued to say "Oh shoot!" at the end of each play.

McKade woke up the other day, and after a few minutes, he said "there's a cricket in my nose!" I didn't get it at first, but after trying to listen to what he was really saying, I heard his little whistling boogie too, and yes, it did sound like a cricket!

My kids like to complain that they are either too hot or cold whenever we get in the car. Dallin likes to roast, while the other two would rather freeze. As we were driving to Costco the other day McKade exclaimed that he was "hot, cold, fuzzy, and cozy!" (I wonder what that feels like!)

Now it's Dallin's turn. I realy should write these down in the little journal I started specifically for these moments, but I don't so right now I am drawing a blank except for this one instance the other day. Someone stuck a flyer through our door for Qwest. Dallin ran over and got it, showed it to me and I told him to put it in the garbage. "But Mom, don't you want to 'get in the loop'?" I'm also getting frusterated because he's learning to spell/read everything. Tonight after dinner I asked Cauley if there was anymore j-u-i-c-e left because Ty was asking for more. "Yah, dad, is there anymore juice left?" The little turkey wasn't even in the room when she asked, so I have no idea where he learned that. Do they teach that kind of reading in the 1st semester of Kindergarten?

Hadley isn't one of my children, but she is one of my preschool kids. This month we are talking about healthy bodies and I asked everyone to show me where their body was. Hadley quickly jumped onto her chair, turned around, grabbed her bum, and, while shaking it, yelled "Here it is!"
Later that same preschool day, we were talking about the Word of Wisdom. Toward the end of our class I asked everyone what we were talking about (just to refresh memories) and Becca raised her hand. When I called on her, she said "It's something like the Word of White Gum?" She was clearly confused- good thing 4 year olds don't need to know what it is called, just what it means.
There have been way too many other hilarious moments at our house, so this is my vow to write things down!

How the...

Yesterday, we were all busy around the house doing various things, when I heard a gigantic THUD in the bathroom. I knew that Dallin had gone in a few moments before and was wondering what he was doing when I heard him crying. Cauley and I both reached the bathroom at the same time to find Dallin lying on the floor holding his forehead crying. We found no marks, and told him to "suck it up!" His explanation as to what happened was he was sitting on the toilet and was trying to take off his pants so he could be "more comfortable" and he fell off the toilet and hit his head. He finished up and was told to go back to his room and finish cleaning it. After about 10 minutes of cleaning/playing with the stuff under his bed, he walked into the kitchen and this is what I found! His eye was almost swollen shut (from hanging upside down off his bed) and was really black and purple! I wish I had taken a picture today, as it is REALLY super black today, but thanks to a loving, caring dad who cleaned his room for him while Dallin iced his eye, the swellings gone down a little. Really, people, his eye is not a pretty site and this picture Cauley took does NOT do justice! I am a mean mom, as every time I, looked at him yesterday, I laughed- out loud. How do you fall off a toilet like that? I'm awaiting the phone call from the school- there's no way they'll take him serious about how he got the nice shiner! (I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't been one of the first on the scene!)

WARNING!

Warning: Gross Picture ahead!

I wish I could say that the brown stuff on the wall was pudding, mud, frosting, or even melted chocolate, but no, my friends, it is not.

Is it me, or does Satan try and defer you from attending the temple too? I was literally packing my temple bag when I hear Ty's sweet little voice say, "Poo on my hands! HELP! Poo on my hands! EWWW!" I went running and found minimal damage- just two spots where the walls looked like the above picture and a larger spot on the carpet. Needless to say, it got cleaned up and I even have time to blog about our "adventure" before I need to leave to drop my kids off to be supervised so this doesn't happen again. I must meantion, however, I had a wonderful cheerleader while cleaning up the mess. Tyli was very happy to stand by and point out anything I hadn't yet got to, and then when it was over, she clapped and said, "Yay! Mommy got it ALL cleaned. Good mommy!"

Update

It has been a long time since I've posted again, but I've kinda been out of commission here. Sorry. As I told you before, I had another miscarriage. On Sunday I started cramping and bleeding real bad so Cauley took me to the ER. After an exam and ultrasound, I was once again told to go see my dr. for a follow-up. The next day in his office, I was told what I had is actually called a missed abortion. (I REALLY hate that term!) It is very much like a miscarriage, but the baby never formed. There is no explanation for this, but most people who have miscarriages can have what I had and not even know it. On Wednesday I was hurting a lot and so I tried to ease my pain by taking a shower. I made the mistake of looking down only to see I was losing LARGE amounts of blood down both legs. I got out of the shower, got dressed, and prayed as hard as I could. I knew something wasn't right. I called the dr and he set me up with an emergency D&C for first thing in the morning. (I was NOT to get up until then.) So, Thursday morning at 4:40 a.m., Cauley I were on our way to surgery. I was nervous, of course, but Cauley seemed real calm about everything. The surgery went great, but when I woke up I felt as if something bad had happened to my bladder. The nurse kept asking if I was in pain, and since I was still out of it, I would yell, YAH! She gave me 2 shots of morphine before I could ask if I had a catheter which was killing me. "Oh, it must have scratched you or something." was her reply. When it came time to go home, I found I could barely walk because of the pain from my catheter. It wasn't until later that afternoon/night that I decided I needed to call the Dr about this problem. The next day I drove myself (which I was later told by the pharmacist that I was NOT supposed to do!- in Cauley's defense, I told him I thought I would be fine and for him to stay home with the kids.) to my dr.'s office and they confirmed that I have "a REALLY bad infection in there!" Duh! The bad part is that since I am already on some meds from my surgery, I can't have the nice orange medicine that numbs everything down there and turns your urine orange- just antibiotics. I can't even think straight with all these drugs in me! (You should see how long this is taking me to type!) Anyways, I know this is all jumbled and very straight forward, but for those of you who have called and I haven't called back I hope it is enough explanation as to why I haven't called back yet. I am feeling a little better today so maybe by tomorrow I'll be up running after my kids again. Until then, I think I'll put in another movie and take a nap!

Why?

If you are near my little Tyli, you will probably be hearing the question "why?" after anything you say. It is her newest, and most very annoying saying ever. I know she doesn't really care why, but uses it to sound mature- I think. Maybe it's just easier to say than most other words available. On the other hand, it is a question I am now asking myself.

Some of you may know, others did not, but after my last miscarriage we waited the allotted time of 6 weeks, and then guess what... we got pregnant again! I was so excited and could tell everything was going well, the hormones were SURGING! Plus, my identical twin, (yes, we are identical even if I don't think we look that much alike!) Jeni, discovered she too was pregnant. (A lot further along than I though.) A friend asked me if I was scared, since my miscarriage had happened not too long ago, but my reply was, "No, I am paranoid!" I was so excited as I passed the 6 week mark that i miscarried at last time, and then on past the 7th week mark as well. Then it happened. Last Friday I started "spotting" again, but after being checked out by my Dr. on Wednesday, I was told everything seemed normal, but to call if things got worse. By the next morning, I was sure the spotting was over. Things seemed absolutely fine and regular Thursday night so imagine my horror when I went to the bathroom Friday morning during my Preschool Halloween party only to discover I was indeed miscarrying. Luckily for me, the moms helped out with the end of the party, but things only got worse from there. My Dr. wanted me to go into Labor and Delivery if things got worse, but I know what to expect and look for, and will wait until it is absolutely necessary this time before we go. This all leads me back to Ty's favorite saying; why? I know Heavenly Father wanted me to get pregnant again, but in a lot of ways, I feel as if it is a cruel joke! Why? 2 miscarriages in 3 months? And to have received an answer so clearly. I am emotionless right now, but along with this, I feel faithless. I really don't know if I will ever be able to put my faith in Him and try and have another baby. It is such a hard thing to go through emotionally, especially so close together. I just can't even explain the feelings I have right now, which doesn't help my endless ramblings to try and make myself feel better. All I ask is that you'll pray for me- that I can handle this again. Thanks