Guilty Blogger

Guilt is an affective state in which one experiences conflict at having done something that one believes one should not have done or conversely, having not done something one believes one should have done.

I have been a terrible blogger but my guess is that anyone reading just wants to see the pictures anyway, so instead of making 15 different posts for our last 3 months you just get this.

Two teeth later...... Alex had to have his bottom two teeth pulled.

Brenden placed 1st at this years Scout Space Derby

HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY MICHAEL!

Seeing Spots, you should, we found out that Michael is allergic to all forms of penicillin. Just for the record these pics do not give these spots justice. They were everywhere!

Who doesn't love to hold frogs and lizards?

The newest Air Force recruits.

Broken Bone #1 - Camden fell of his "big boy" bike and broke his elbow. Luckily it was non displaced (whatever that means) and he only had to wear a cast for about 3 weeks.

Camden and Grace at Preschool Graduation

We took a vacation to St. George with some friends. 3 miles, 8 kids, 10 bottles of water and not one complaint it was beautiful!

Michael and his friend Lilly were having so much fun being "neighbors"

We LOVE the Zoo!

The newest member of the family Mia, she is a shitzu, chiwawa and I couldn't love her more. She has been a delight to have and is quite mild (which I could use around here). She is what any mom gets when they have four boys in a row, I have to get my girls off KSL.

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I have always though that in an emergency I handle things quite rationally.....well tonight tested my limits of staying calm under pressure.

I had run upstairs for about 30 seconds and left Michael in the front room to play with his brothers. Then I heard someone fall, knowing it was probably Michael I called for Alex to bring him to me. I still couldn't hear any crying which made me think either it isn't as bad as it sounded or he is holding it in for a few extra seconds. I was wrong, when Alex turned the corner and I caught a glimpse of my 10 month old in the arms of my 6 year old, unconscious, I knew things were bad. I grabbed the baby checked for breathing and a pulse then tried to wake him all while yelling at Alex to grab the phone so we could call 911. Alex stood there like a deer in headlights not knowing what to do. I ran downstairs holding the baby trying to talk him into opening his eyes while calling the paramedics. I gave them all the details and they reassured me that the ambulance would be there soon. During this time I had to call Beau home who had just left for school and the conversation went something like this "Beau, the ambulance is on its way, the baby fell, he is ok, come home now!" (I had to add the "he is ok" to be sure Beau would drive safely, and a little for my own assurance.)

Then came the whirlwind of paramedics, firefighters (standard with any 911 call), police officers, neighbors, friends, and thank heavens Beau. By the time they arrived Michael had began to cry a little which made everyone fell better about the situation. He was very pale and just wanted to sleep, (a no no with any head injury) they strapped him onto a mini back board and off we went to the E.R.

As we drove the paramedics kept asking if it was normal behavior for Michael to sit so quietly, I told them his is a pretty calm baby, but it wasn't until he started signing "milk" that I could see he was going to be ok. (I knew that baby sign would come in handy)
After a CAT scan, glucose, blood pressure and heart rate check we were sent on our way.

We are very grateful for the quick response of the paramedics, great friends that are willing to take on three extra boys and especially for our healthy little Mike who brings such joy and happiness into our family.
Michael is just fine now crawling around the house like nothing happened. Beau and I however are still recovering.

To my Friends

I can talk with a friend
And walk with friend
And share my umbrella
In the rain

I can play with a friend
And stay with a friend
And learn with a friend
And explain

I can eat with a friend
And compete with a friend
And even sometimes disagree.

I can ride with a friend
And take pride with a friend
A friend can mean
So much to me!

To my Alex

The day you came into this world we were so excited and a little surprised, because you decided to come early. We thought all would go smoothly with the delivery, but then the doctors noticed your heart rate dropping. There was a frenzy of doctors, nurses, and even your pediatrician was called in to help. We almost lost you that night, and I knew you would forever change our lives. After many tense minutes you were born and I was never before or since so relieved to hear a baby cry. It turns out that you were such an active baby that you had created a full knot in the umbilical cord. The doctors said if you hadn't come early you wouldn't have made it.

I remember holding you, thinking I was so lucky to have another beautiful little boy. I remember your curly black hair and huge inquiring eyes. I remember how little you were, and how softly your dad would hold you. I remember the nurses would argue over which one would get to hold you. You were such a quiet baby, just absorbing all that was going on around you.

You continued to grow more handsome with each day and everywhere we went you would make friends. You became a big brother at only 2 years old and seemed to grow up overnight. You have always been very caring, and sweet and I think your little brothers are so lucky to have you around.

I love your shy little smile, and the way you always hug me when no one is looking. I love that twinkle in your eyes when you are being mischievous. I love that you are always tripping over yourself, it just gives me more opportunities to hold you. I love that you still call me "Mama". I love that you want to live with me forever, even when you are married. I love your need to be heard, I can relate being a middle child myself. I love that you want to make good choices, and that you are always a good friend. I know you will grow into such a great husband and father some day but I pray the years will go by slowly.

I love you very much my big 6 year old.

Love, Mommy

Cute as a Bug in a ...

Michael is getting so old but we can still fit him into a backpack.

He is always so happy.

Camden thought he might like it in this little "race car"