Meeting Baby Emmett

The Boys and I were able to take a quick trip to Las Vegas, to play for a few days and to meet one of our new nephew/cousins...Emmett. We had a great week with lost of loving and kissing on Emmett and a few adventures in Las Vegas. Our week included an afternoon at Chucky cheese ,where the kids had a great time eating pizza and playing games. The next afternoon Grandma Scott treated us all to a movie... we enjoyed eating popcorn and watching Wall-e. That evening their Uncle Daniel came over and built rockets with them that they were able to go to a park and launch the next afternoon. It was hard to tell who had more fun...Daniel or the boys.

Then Thursday we took the boys to the Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay. They had a great time seeing all the different sharks and fish then searching through the gift shop for souvenirs with the money Grandma Lindley had given them.


Before leaving for Las vegas we had been preping Taylor for the airplane ride. Everytime we metioned the airplane he would say " I don't want to ride airplane it's too high....let's just take our van." Because I was traveling alone with three kids and we were checking bags I wanted to make sure we had plenty of time to check in. So we arrived at the airport with two hours before boarding and it took us all of about 30 seconds to check our bags and get our boarding passes...then about 1 minute to walk through security. Then our flight was delayed an hour. But the boys managed to entertain themselves playing in the play area, watching planes land and take off and playing with items in their backbacks. We eventually boarded and they all loved the idea of being able to watch T.V. on the plane. Then when the plane took off I was a little nervous about Taylor.... but decided he would be fine when he turned to me and said "wheeeeeeee, let's go up again."


They plane ride home we incurred some turbulence and Ryan started getting sick about 20 minutes before we landed. I looked in all the seat pockets for a barf bag... but there weren't any. I tried fanning him and looking through our bags to see if any of us had a grocery bag... about two minutes before we landed he puked all over the floor. This poor teenage boy that was sitting next to him, reached over, started patting his back and talking to him. All I could do was smile and say thank-you.

Colby, Taylor and Ryan watching the planes while we wait for ours.

The Plane Ride to Las Vegas

Las Vegas airport

Ryan, Iris, Colby, Taylor, Koben and Grandma Scott with Wall-E

Building Rockets with Uncle Daniel

Taylor playing at Grandma's house.

Mother of the Year Award (NOT)

My friend posted on her blog this morning about what a 'bad mom' she is. So in the spirit of good company I thought now is the time to share my latest 'bad mom' story. This is just one example from the long (and still going) list I have accumulated over the years.
Ryan and Colby had a great summer with coach pitch baseball and tee-ball. When I got their schedules at the begining of the year I made sure to transfer them to the calendar that hangs by my phone so that I could keep better track of the times. Well, I tought I had done a good job in the transfer and we kept busy with games monday through thursday. We spent most of our evenngs at the ball field and it quickly became a routine in our summer schedule. Then Ryan's last game came.... We had gotten into this great routine of eating first if the game was at 7:30...and going to the game and THen eating if the game was at 6:30. So as had been the majority of the summer we enjoyed dinner then rode bikes to the ball field. As we rode up to the field Ryan said " look . Mom they already started." I look at the kids on the field (Ryan's team). But then I say another team off tto the side throwing the ball back and forth.. so I said" They're probably just warming up, Get your stuff and go over with your team." I parked my bike and proceeded to look around for a place to lay our blanket out when Ryan cam running back over to me crrying, mind you, and saying the game wasn't just starting but was just ending. Me, being the bright, intelligent person Iam said " Well, It was you turn to bring drinks lets at least go give those out." He just cried more and said 'I'm going home" So I went and gave the drinks out myself... rode home alone... feeling like dirt. As we rode by a neighbors house they called at to me" Well that was a short game" I was trying to think of something clever and commical to say, but all that came out was. "yeah"
When I got home Wade suggested I take Ryan and Cloby to see Kung Fu Panda... We drowned Ryan's sorrows and my guilt in a big tub of popcorn.
Mother of the Year... I think not.

This place is becoming WAY too familar

The boys have been bugging Wade for sometime about going fishing. Wade has been procrastinating. One, because he knows what fishing really entails ( rising long before sunrise, sitting for long periods, completely quiet, with no action, IF you finally do catch something you have to then bop it on the head and de gut it(I know this isn't an actual word but...) Secondly, our boys struggle to sit through sacrament meeting. Knowing that our boys love the idea of fishing and not wanting to disappoint he decided a great compromise would be to take them to a fish farm that is only a few miles away...where the fish are always biting and (here's the best part) when your done they will fillet and package them for you.
Since I was at home enjoying the serenity of having a couple hours to myself .... the rest of the story will be from Wade's perspective.

We had a nice relaxing weekend without much news to speak of. But we had some excitement tonight. I promised the boys that I would take them fishing down at the fish farm sometime this summer. I talked Dad into going so he could help me as I'm an idiot when it comes to fishing. We ended up getting one pole and it took about an hour for each of the boys to catch a fish. It really isn't fishing because when a small fish would come to eat the bait we would just lift the pole as we were holding our for the bigger fish. The reason it took an hour was that the fish are a little wary of that hook in the bait and they seem to be pretty familiar with the process.
Anyhow after catching 3 fish we went into the small building to pay and to watch Leland fillet the fish.It was tremendously hot in the building and also accounting for the hour we spent in the sun we were pretty hot. As we were getting ready to leave Taylor fainted on the floor. I picked him up and ran him outside. I began to panic but he did begin to cry a little bit. I ran to the truck to get the air conditioner on and Ryan and Colby mentioned there was a soda machine in front of the building. I ran with Taylor in my arms to get him a soda and he began to drink some lemonade right away. I was an idiot and set him down and he fainted again. I picked him up and he was lifeless. I screamed to Dad that I needed some help. Taylor's eyes were rolled up in his head and he was completely out of it. I ran to a shady grass area and laid him down and tried to get him to come around. He was pretty lethargic and I took his clothes off and we got some water from a near by hose and began sprinkling his body with some water. He wasn't even flinching with the cold water but he was awake. I called 911 and the operator asked if I wanted an ambulance. I froze for a second and said that I'm not sure, but was wondering if she could help me. She said she couldn't unless we wanted ans ambulance. I told her I didn't and that I may call her back. I worked on Taylor for another 10 minutes with the water and with me trying to keep him awake and attentive. Ryan and Colby were freaking out and crying but they did come around and were great help in getting me some water. Dad was giving moral support I guess. Anyhow, he came around and was drinking some lemonade so I was relieved that we were in the clear. When we got home Deanna called the hospital---since it was now after 7:00. the doctor there said it is very rare for a small child to pass out from heat and that it would be wise to get him checked out. Since he really wasn't talking much now and seemed he wanted to go to sleep I caved to Deanna's request and we took him to the ER. Mom and Dad came and stayed with Ryan and Colby. In conclusion, the ER didn't do much to him except give him a popcicle. He seems completely fine now, but I'm still a nervous wreck now that the adrenaline has worn off. Sleeping might be difficult tonight. It is a sick feeling to have a child go completely limp in your arms.
p.s. I will have to add that I teach about heat related illnesses 3 times a year in one of my advanced PE classes. So that means I've taught about heat stroke at least 36 times over the past 12 years. i should have known what to do but in reality when it comes to heat stroke I just mention, " At this point medical attention will be needed."


All I know is we've been to the emergency room more than I like and that popcicle is going to be an expensive one. And I don't think this little episode has helped Wade's opinion of fishing.

Happy Fourth of July

We had a low-keyed and relaxing 4th. After 4 days of camping we weren't up for much more. We spent the evening in our own backyard. The boys had a great time doing sparklers and the few fireworks Wade bought. Taylor wasn't too sure about the sparklers at first. Wade lit one for him and as soon as it started going he just walked away. But once he saw how much fun Ryan and Colby were having he decided it couldn't be all bad, and joined in the fun.

Top 10 reasons to go camping

10. You get to eat smore's

#9 wading in icy cold streams

#8 You get to shoot BB guns

#7 You get to look for 'cool' rocks

#6 Hiking

#5 Getting dirty

#4 seeing your boys here instead of watching t.v.

#3 You get to drink all the soda you want

#2 Wade does the cooking

#1 I think their faces say it all