Stinkin' Couch Potatoes!

Today, Taylor and I were driving around on some errands. We happened to drive through a more wealthy part of town and I pointed out how enormous the houses were. We got into a rather entertaining discussion. Here, I'll show you...

Taylor: "Do the mom's have to clean that WHOLE house?"

Me: "Well, a lot of it, but I'm sure the kids help."

Taylor: "Maybe they should just hire a maid."

Me: "That'd be a good idea. I would do that."

Taylor: "Would you hire somebody to do the yard work, too?"

Me: "No, Dad likes to work in the yard. I'm sure he could handle it."

Taylor: "Well apparantly these houses need somebody like dad because their yards look hideous!"

Me: (laughing) "You're right! You'd think people this wealthy would take care of their yards so the outside looks as pretty as the inside."

Taylor: "That's because they are stinkin' couch potatoes and they like sitting around admiring their large screen TV's and watching it ALL day."

Me: laughing HARD

Taylor: "Well, I guess we just sit around and watch TV ALL day too. Except for dad. He's always in the yard."

Out of the mouths of babes, eh?

"The Eye Saga" part 3

Well, things could be worse...

We went to the Dr today and he said the good news is that the blood and debris is being absorbed back into Cameron's body, the pressure on his eye is stable and the swelling is continuing to go down. The bad news is cataracts have started to form, which means surgery. He also told us that his eye will require surgery to re-attach his iris to the pupil.

The long and the short of it is: surgery (several at that) will be required to repair the damage to his eye, he will need to have his eye checked on a regular basis for the rest of his life, he will need to wear corrective lenses just to be able to see and at this point, we don't even know if he will be able to see very well anyway.

I am angry. I am SO angry that some moron out there let their 11 year old child play so foolishly with a BB gun and now MY SON, MY son, who isn't allowed to play with BB guns and wasn't playing with them ANYWAY is going to have to pay for THAT BOY'S STUPID (edit string of profanities) MISTAKE for the rest of his life!! I know that this isn't a huge deal to some. People are going to think I'm a huge whiner, but I am PISSED! Words cannot express the waves of emotion that keep sweeping over me!

Let this be a lesson to everyone who reads this blog 1) Do not, I repeat DO NOT let your children play with BB guns or Airsoft guns! Don't let them play with kids who have them.
2) Don't mess with me when it comes to my children. Restitution WILL be made! Just ask my attorney.

Cameron's eye update...

Today was the first follow-up visit with the Dr regarding Cameron's inury. The Dr said that the swelling of the cornea is decreasing and the cut on the iris is healing as well. The pressure of his eye is stable, no cataracts have formed as of yet, and right now his vision is limited to shapes and shadows. There is still too much blood and debris floating around in his eye, so the Dr has difficulty looking at the back of his eye. For now, things are okay, however the Dr did say not to get our hopes up too high. He said this is an extremely serious injury and we have a long way to go. *sigh* So far, so good I suppose.

Cameron loves the fact he gets to keep missing school. He could actually be out of school all next week as well, according to the Dr. It's really difficult keeping an active 11-yr old down. The Dr has said that the only things Cameron can do are watch television (from a long distance), sleep and eat. Other than that, everyone needs to do things for him. A family of servants...what luck!

Anyway, we have another appt on Friday with the Dr to see how thing are progressing. I'll keep you posted.

Buh-bye!

You'll Shoot Yer Eye Out!!

Where to begin? Yesterday was quite literally the day from hell. I had all SIX of my babysitting kids all day long. Kids were falling off of beds, fighting, getting splinters, running out in front of cars, squeezing the life out of my kittens, losing their shoes, and so on and so on. The chaos was ridiculous, and hopefully my parents (of my babysitting kids) don't have conflicting schedules like that EVER again!! Normally I only have about 3 at a time--I'm not THAT crazy!

Anyway, after all the kids had FINALLY gone home (around 5:30 pm) I sat down on my comfy couch to rest, thinking the day was over and I could lay in my bed to watch some tele with Granty when he got home.

Wrong.

Cameron came running into the house screaming that he had just been shot in the eye. Alarms in my head start going off and the conversation went like this:

Cam: "I've been shot in the eye and I'm BLIND!"

me: "Shot with what? What are you talking about?"

Cam: "I got shot with a BB gun!"

me: "Who's BB gun?"

Cam :"My friend! Oh mom it hurts so bad!"

Now, first of all, Granty and I DO NOT allow our kids to have BB guns or Airsoft guns for this very reason. Since we don't allow our kids to play with guns, they don't have protective eyeware. Hmmm...big mistake. Second, what IDIOT allows their children to play with guns...other than plastic toy ones. I realize it was an accident, but this will effect my son for the rest of his life!! That's a pretty hefty "accident". A pricy one, too.

After listening to him cry for about an hour, I decided this was serious and I'd better get his eye looked at. Instacare said take him to the ER. The ER said we needed to see an Optometrist asap. We ended up at the Provo Hospital Physicians Clinic. There we were told that Cameron has permanently...permanently...lost some of his vision in his right eye. He was shot right in the iris/pupil and it has caused irreparable damage.

At this point we play the waiting game. He has appts with the Optometrist over the next week to watch for cataracts and to see if his retena stays attached. Blindness hasn't been ruled out, either.

My heart just aches for my little boy. To think he may lose his vision all together, or at least have it seriously impared just makes me cry. My beautiful green-eyed boy now has a distorted eye. His iris is huge and doesn't respond to light, and the green color of his eye is a cloudy yellow. You never think something like this will happen to you, but apparantly it does.

I'll keep you posted.

Oh SnAp!!

Omigosh! I am so excited to brag about my fabulous self, and show you what I made with my very own hands!! *drum roll please* I made hair bows! WOOT!

Now, first of all, I have to give kudos to the blogs that gave me the inspiration to make these bows: Girly Do's and Cute 2 Try Hairdos (both linked on our blog). The ideas I have gotten for doing Taylor's hair has changed my whole outlook! Taylor LOVES looking at the blogs and picking out a new style for me to try. Of course, I always hear, "Oh that one is easy mom. I can do that on my barbie." and then I doink (YES I said DOINK) her on the head with the comb and say, "Knock it off ya know it all" and get to work making her pretty!!

The pictures really don't show how cute the bows are, but I'm quite proud of my wee self. I usually put a ribbon in Taylor's hair every day, so I just grabbed some of the spools (YES, I said SPOOLS) of ribbon I already had and went crazy. I just started twisting and glueing and twirling and viola! I have hair bows!

I know, I know, it may not be a big deal to anyone but me, but I just had to show 'em off!

YAY ME!!

Random Silliness...

What can I say? I'm not quite sure the reason, but we had an extremely silly week. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, "The family that plays together, stays together." How very, very true! The more we laugh, the less we fight and lemme tell ya, the fewer times I have to hear "MOM! Tell so-and-so to stop touching me!" the happier I am. Of course, meds help a LOT! (thank you Dr. Teynor!) So yes, we've had a fun couple of days. Now comes the part that I ramble on...

I was looking at this picture of me and Taylor. It reminded me that when Granty and I got married, there are a bunch of pictures of me and my brother sticking our tongues out just like this. Hmmm...is this a family trait? Perhaps it's just silliness...

Then there's last night. I was trying in earnest to take a picture of Cameron. The little stinker, would NOT cooperate! Feet, pillows, hands...I got plenty of pictures of them, but not his cute face! It became a bit of a war, but eventually I got what I wanted. Ahhh, it's GOOD to be the mom!

I suppose I could say he was just being difficult, or even defiant. Nahhh, I think it was yet another moment of silliness...

Besides, who could resist this sweet face??

Then there's my teenager. *sigh* Why is it that teenagers, (especially teenage BOYS) think that bodily functions/noises are so hysterical? Tim goes to a charter school, and there is no busing, so I get to drive him to and from school EVERY day! Ooooo, lucky me! Anyway, every time he gets into the car he proudly announces, "Guess what mom, I farted". This scenario continues as we drive home. My son, eeking noxious gases, while I groan at his rudeness and roll down the car windows for some fresh air! Geez, I swear the kid is turning into his father! Do I call him a nasty, crappity-smelling, teen, or just sigh and admit...it's just silliness. I'll take the latter.

I love my silly kids. Enough said!

Happy 39th Bithday Granty!

Today is Granty's birthday. Now, as grown-ups, we don't think birthdays are a big deal anymore, but kids don't understand that quite yet. Birthdays are a HUGE deal to them, which makes what happened today really cute! Granty and I were slumbering in our bed, when we were awaken by a loud chorus of "Happy Birthday"! Completely off key, and words mangled, but the message was loud and clear. They love their dad and wanted him to know it.

Taylor hurried off to the kitchen and within a few minutes returned with a special "birthday hat" for her dad. He was even willing to POSE for a picture! Now THAT is an accomplishment!

Of course, following this show of affection, our kids started into the "you're an old man" jokes and Granty started groaning about the fact that next year he'll be 40!! *sigh* Ahhh well...for a nearly 40 year old man, he's pretty cute! I think we'll keep him!