Hit Em' BACK!

So my kid came home today from playing and had tears in his eyes and was holding his face. I looked at him and asked what happened! He said, some red headed kid kicked him, punched him, got him in a headlock and pushed him and if that wasn't enough slapped him in the face. His sister came in behind him and said it was all true. Then like any mother I went outside to find out what happened. Aidan said the boy was sent home by one of the dads that was outside with them. I was furious...Leon knew it and saved the day. I'm pretty sure, Leon felt compelled to save this kid and his mom. :) I don't know that I will handle my kid getting picked on very well. While Dad was gone, talking to this kid's parents it was my opportunity to talk to my kids about fighting. I told them hitting is not ok-unless you are being wailed on, and then you take up for yourself and get yourself out of the situation...and if it requires hitting the kid back in self-defense it's ok. That's such a hard conversation to have with your kid, b/c you wonder when that will come back and bite you right in the heinie! :) But in this case, that kid sooo deserved to be hit back! Come on! Aidan did push him and Makayla said he shoved him hard to the ground an the kid then ran. Is it bad that I was proud of my kid? I mean, really??? What was he supposed to do? Aidan is not normally a hitter! Matter of fact, he's really easy going. But a person can only take so much. He gets that from his dad. Leon is very passive, until you really make him mad. I think Aidan is a lot like that. Me on the other hand, not so much. :) So my kid got into it with this red headed kid who freaked out on my kid! I have to ask is this my payback? Doomed, I tell you. Doomed. :) When I tucked him in tonight, he asked, "Mom, are all red headed people mean?" I looked at him and thought long and hard and decided to tell the truth, "Why yes, yes they are, Aidan." He said, "That's what I figured." I giggled, wondering if he got my joke. I think maybe he did! But then a few seconds later he said, "Wait Mom, I do know one red headed person that is really nice." I was smiling and feeling flattered, when he said, "There's this one kid in my class, he's red headed and he's nice." I smiled and then I kicked him. ;) HAHA..just kidding. I kissed him again, and wondered if he would figure out, I'm not so bad either, but I will tell ya, "RED HEADED KID STAY OFF MY BLOCK OR I'M COMING AFTER YOUR MOMMA!" :)

2nd week in school and a pending phonecall..

So Aidan got better from the cold and then Makayla and I got it. Super. Two weeks hadn't even past that we've been in school and we've all been sick already! NICE! Aidan really had fun telling us to drink PEE! (see post below!)

When Aidan returned to school he apparently couldn't wait to tell his teacher that the Dr. perscribed PEE for him to drink. According to Aidan, she doubted his story. His response was, "No, really..my mom ASSURED me. And ASSURE means she's sure." Ok, that's not what I said..I said, "I assure you that you don't have to drink PEE." I told him fluid means liquid..and of course he reminded me pee was a liquid. I finally said, "PEE is not a drinkable fluid." Jeez. Anyway, the teacher told Aidan she may have to follow-up with me about this story. Great. Looking soooo forward to this phonecall. I really need to find out if his teacher has boys, cause if not-folks, I'm screwed!

Fluid intake, a good thing?

So, I took my boy to the doctor last Monday. He was looking a bit miserable to me. I thought it was allergies since I had taken him off all his allergy meds last year. I am that mom that doesn't want to medicate if I don't have to. I was hoping he had outgrown some of the issues he had early on in life, so I wanted to give it a try. So when he woke up Monday morning, when he wasn't his usual cheerful self I decided to take him to see his Dr. just to rule out anything major. We get to the dr. office and he still hadn't perked up. He was sniffly, coughing, and stuffy. He was pretty puffy under the eyes. I was just waiting for them to say, "back on meds." But it wasn't the case, turns out the boy had a cold or something. She said drink fluids and rest up! We get home and some meds in and he naps. When he wakes I handed him a glass of water and he said, "The doctor said I have to drink Fluids...is that a fancy word for pee? I'm not drinking pee...weird doctor lady." Then it got me thinking....fluids is a weird word..it kinda does sound icky. But I said, "I assure you that you aren't drinking pee." I did give him yellow gatorade just to be funny. Hey, I'm all about tormenting my kid. :)

Should I sign him up for tutoring, already?

So today was our 2nd day of school and while going thru Aidan's folder I came across a paper that he did today. The point of this paper was for the kids to get to know their classmates. Some of the questions on the paper were: Who wants to ask a question? Aidan's answer...The boy with his hand up; Who is wearing glasses? Aidan's answer....The boy with glasses on; Who is standing? Aidan's answer...That one kid; Who is talking? Aidan's answer...That girl that always talks. I'm pretty sure Aidan failed this assignment. But in his defense, he's always been bad with names.... :)

The journey continues...

My 3rd grader...

Makayla today in the 6th grade...

Kindergarten-7 years ago..it's a blur, just like this picture. :(


So today, I had a revelation. I was taking my kids to school while reflecting on their past first days of school. I then thought to myself....7 years ago, I dropped Makayla off for her first day of Kindergarten and in 7 years I will be taking her to college and helping her unpack into her dorm. We are exactly at the halfway mark. I can't believe my sweet little girl is now in her last year of elementary school. She was so cute in Kindergarten, and sweet. She still let me pick out her clothes and was so excited to see me when she got home. I wonder if she will still feel that way today at pick-up...we'll see. I can't believe how much she has changed in 7 years...and what the next 7 years will hold in store for us...but I know it's a blessing to be her mom. Thank you God for Makayla....



My sweet Aidan boy is starting this year a tad bit better than he did last year. Thank God. It was nice not having to park in the wheel chair parking and seeing him take his own bag to class and not having to watch the floor so much so he didn't slip. He is in the big 3rd grade this year. Will his teacher think he is as funny as I do? Probably not, but I hope she "gets" him. :) My sweet boy...

Meteor Shower ...

I love living in a smaller town. I love being able to see the stars at night! Tonight on the news, they talked about the meteor shower. I wanted to take the kids out and lay in the driveway to watch the sky. We layed there for a few seconds, waiting for a miracle to happen, or so it seemed. I don't think any of us knew what to look for or what to expect. But then it happened..well, I think. I started to see stars drifting. I knew I should have paid more attention in Astrology...wait, did I even take Astrology?? I don't know..Anyway, I spotted a few, Makayla spotted hers and Leon spotted his. All that was left was Aidan. He said, "There's one!!!!" in a really excited voice...but nope it was a plane. Makayla quickly reminded him of that with an elbow to the gut. Then he said, "Ok...ohhhhh wait, there's one!!!" And again, Makayla said, "that's not even moving..you're moving your head." He then said he was bored. It took all of 2.5 seconds. He layed there one more second and then said, "Oh, there's a kitty!" And ran off to scare the cat. He then asked Makayla to play leap frog. It was over. I layed there thinking maybe in a few more years he would do this for a tad bit longer. But then I realized this is Aidan...and he probably wouldn't. He's just to busy. :) Remind me to test that kid for A.D.D. soon. :)

Femur-tastic Day...

Our family today...

It's the simple things in life...like fireworks...and pretending to like each other!

Coming home from the hospital...

Poor Makayla's burns..

Such a scary day for all of us...

Well, here it is..the anniversary of the dreadful day...THE CAR ACCIDENT! We decided today would not be a dreaded day..instead on our calendar it reads: FEMUR-TASTIC DAY! So today consisted of Mom, Makayla and Aidan doing nothing but having fun. We got up after a long cozy time...started the day with the sweetest prayers and then got ready to go. First we went to Academy for presents! Makayla wanted a Soccer Ball and Aidan got a gun..imagine that! :) We then went to lunch at Taco Bell, their choice, and then out for cookies! We then came home, got all cozy on the couch, with a gun next to us, of course and then went to play Soccer when Daddy got home-in the sprinklers on the Soccer Field! I'd say today, was indeed FEMUR-tastic! Now I sit here, in a quiet house. I watch Makayla and Aidan sleep in their beds and I am so sad, yet happy. Can only Moms feel two totally different emotions at the same time? I reflect back on this long year...I remember the accident so very clearly and sometimes it's hard to sleep feeling it and seeing it over and over again. I close my eyes and always wish for a different outcome. I always wonder if there was something I should have done. I wish I wouldn't have told Aidan to look at the horses...I wish I would have seen her darting across. Why do we, as Mom's, always blame ourselves even when deep down we know it wasn't our fault and there was nothing we could have done? I remember getting out of the car, unhooking his seat belt him looking up to me with the biggest gash ever across his forehead. I remember the blood. I remember hoping and praying for no scar. I remember seeing the man from church run to us, and feeling comforted by seeing someone I knew to help me, to help my babies. I remember trying to call my husband. I remember seeing him get there, with tears in his eyes and a scared, panicked look...hoping he would just say, "They will be fine.." I remember seeing my daughter taking in the whole scene and worrying that she was in shock. I remember the ambulance ride, my sister talking me through it all. I remember getting to the hospital, hearing him cry, hearing them say his femur is broken..wondering what that meant..I remember 20 stitches and him counting with them for it to be over. I remember having to say goodbye as they wheeled him away for surgery. I remember what we all were wearing and talking to my mom for the first time and crying because I needed her. I remember hurting but not knowing how hurt I was until 3 hours later. I remember him waking up and his little hand reaching out to me. I remember his sister being so hurt and seeing him hurt just hurt her even more. I remember her climbing into his bed and just wanting him to be close to her. I remember the hospital room, his first walk with crutches, bringing him home, not knowing how to really care for him. I remember watching him sleep and crying myself to sleep. I remember the week after, school starting and it being a new school...I remember having to leave him with a cast up to his hip and a huge gash on his forehead. I remember not knowing what to do..but crying the whole time he was gone. I remember going to lunch with him everyday, so he wouldn't slip on an orange peel, taking him home early and parking in the wheel chair parking spot. I remember how sad he was, how stressed he was, that he even lost the back of his hair. I remember physical therapy, was terrible. The therapist had no idea what he was doing. I remember flipping completely out...I'm sure they remember that, too. :) I remember getting a new wonderful therapist and seeing my baby walk for the first time without crutches and recording it, with tears flowing. I remember months of physical therapy, watching him learn to bend again. I remember the surgery to remove the rods and he asked to keep them...instead we got a photo. :) I remember him being so tough and never asking for pain medication..but always wanting me by his side. I remember still praying the scars would fade. I remember the doctor saying 7 years...he can't do sports for 7 years. I remember Aidan's sad, sad face. I remember the first time he rode his bike after the accident and me being so scared, yet so proud. I remember hearing about a boy that passed away around the same age as Aidan and being so sad for this mom and yet feeling so blessed that I can still hear my little boy laugh...and this poor mom couldn't. I remember feeling guilty for counting my blessings and she was burying hers. Yes, it's been a long, hard year..and I've had a front row seat..but this little boy has made me so proud. I've learned so much about life. I've learned patience, strength, gratitude, and peace...and I know we are very blessed. Thank you God for my children....and thank you for all the blessings this year. I've seen the power of prayer up close and personal...and I am forever changed.