The good ol' days

Remember when I had 2 kids?

Those were the days of organization, sanity and long hair.

(I took my cue from Trent and Julie's Blog)

One Hot Mamma! (tee hee hee)

So I chopped off my hair! I took this picture myself cuz no one else is here except Avrie.

It's soooo quiet!

I can see a spot that is sticking up too much now that I look close.

You know...I don't know that I will ever get a picture taken of myself and say, "Man I'm hot!" But all things considered, I don't look too bad!

Well, just don't look at my tummy!

Just in time for summer!

So, it's broken!

I took her to see Dr. Bitner and he looked at the x-rays they took at the hospital and he saw a tiny fracture that they missed. Figures.

They asked her what her favorite color was and she said Black. The nurse and Dr. Bitner said, to pick a different one because Black would be too hot, so she chose light blue (obviously). No pink for this girl!

She has to wear this for 2 1/2 more weeks and they will x-ray it again and if it looks good, they will give her a cast that I can take off when she bathes or swims.

This is a challenge for McKinley because we just set up our pool and I don't want her to even get the bag that I cover it with wet. So she has been a delight when we go outside!! And it's not like we can get mad at her..."Well, if you would have been more careful and not broken your thumb..." But we do get after her for complaining. Ahhhh! The joys of motherhood.

We just signed it last night and I put glitter on my name and Glade drew a trilobite.

Zoolander

When I took pictures of McKinley in her splint, Brockston said "Mommy take a my picture!" So I took one and he just kept on posing. So I kept taking pictures until he stopped. He is going to be a model, I'm sure. Because it's hard to be ridiculously good looking.

Ouch!

Today was McKinley's first emergency room visit. She was just playing and dislocated her thumb. I was so cool and calm on the outside but I was freaking out on the inside. I called Val and told him that McKinley had dislocated her thumb and that I was leaving and could he come over. I left Avrie with Paige and Brockston was playing the computer. She screamed when it happened but I was able to calm her down and she just kinda cried faintly. She was amazed at the position of her thumb but not enough to keep her
from crying. That just looks like it hurts!

They took some x rays and sure enough, it was dislocated. (I should be a doctor) So they pinned her down to give her the numbing shot and she cried harder for that then the actual dislocation. Once that kicked in, he could put it back in place without pain. (I know what those shots feel like and it feels like molasses going in, and it burns like fire.) She was great after the shot.

He put it back in place and put a splint on it that she has to keep on for 7 - 10 days. Then she has to see an orthopedic surgeon to make sure it is healing properly. She tore her joint cup or something like that...joint something...so she may need like physical therapy. Crazy!

This wasn't exactly how I pictured spending part of my day, but it was a change of pace. And of course she had to do it on a Saturday so we had to go to the ER. I was actually very impressed at how well she handled the pain. She must have high pain tolerance. She gets it from me of course!

Big Brother!

I think this picture is so funny because look how happy Brockston is and Avrie looks a bit unsure. This about describes the relationship they have. Brockston loves to talk to Avrie and he gets right in her face. She usually looks at him wide eyed like this picture and isn't sure what to think. It is funny to watch him talk to her.

Hurry and Smile!

This is a short clip because the phone rang, but she got her 2 bits in just in time! See if you can tell what the kids were watching on tv.

Let's have Prayer!

There must have been a few minutes between the time I said "Let's have prayer and the time we actually had prayer because Paige had time to get her monkeys ready too! Funny Paige!

Bought and Paid For!

Well, she's officially ours! Now they can't take her back! I paid the hospital bill (and all the other bills) last week. But we ran into a few snags.

The following story is a great example why you should never fill out important documents when you are jacked up on drugs.

When I received her Social Security card, her name was spelled wrong. (Aurie Venese Gunther) So I got the paper work filled out to get her a new one and it was sent back to me stating that they needed a drivers license or other form of picture ID. So I called and asked what I need to do since she obviously doesn't have a drivers license. The lady asked if it was right on the birth certificate because that's where they get their info. I hadn't gone to pick it up yet, so I didn't know.

So last week I went and picked it up and it is spelled wrong there too. And Glade's name was Gade (that's why his name was wrong in the newspaper)

So on the back of the birth certificate I had to fill out what's wrong with it and now I have to take it up to the bank where they will notarize it. They need to witness both mine and Glade's signatures. After I get that done, I send it to Salt Lake where they fix it and I get a new one. Who knows how long that will take.

After I get the new birth certificate back I have to take it; along with my drivers license, a note from my Doctor saying that Avrie does exist and they see her in their office, down to the local Social Security building in Ogden to fill out the paper work and get her a new one. (With the right name spelling.) Phew! And then not only will she be bought and paid for, but she will also have all of her documents right.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you don't fill out paper work jacked up on drugs. Always have your husband fill it out; however incompetent he may be!

I also got Stacy to take her pictures. These are just a few. She was sleeping in most of them and I want her awake for the one's I put up on my wall. So I have just a few to choose from. But they did turn out pretty cute. Of course, she spit up on her dress and in the one with the bubbles you can see it if you look close.

She spits up tons more than any of my other kids and I'm not enjoying that; but I am used to it. When she spits on me I don't even react anymore. The kids always inform me when she spits on me, like I'm not aware! Paige freezes and can't function if she gets spit on. It's pretty funny.

Best Babysitter

Paige always wants to hold Avrie. She can get her to settle down when she cries (sometimes). She is a great little babysitter!

(They look nothing alike!)