Stitch Removal

The stitches have been removed.

The first thing the doctor said was, "Wow! Who did those stitches?" Madison cut her knee at night and so we had to go to the after hours doctor. When I told him who had done them he said he should have known. "I really have to get him to show me how he does his stitches sometime. They're amazing!"

I had no idea that different doctors did stitches different ways. I suppose you can wax creative in almost any profession.

Kids Eat the Darndest Things

My two year old just ate a good portion of a fridge magnet.

I find it amazing, not that he took the first bite, but that he took the second, and from the looks of it, possibly a third.

Therapy

As you know the boy was diagnosed with ADHD awhile ago.

The doctor suggested he start seeing a therapist, he said that most kids with ADHD do. If most kids do, I suppose we must too. I signed him up with a program at BYU, where he talks to a student who is studying to be a therapist. All of the sessions are taped and reviewed with their professors, blah blah blah. We are going there because it is $15 a session, as opposed to $115 a session.

Last night was his first session. I'll admit it, I had fun. I know that sounds weird, but really, it was fun. Sometimes I forget how funny that boy is. It was really nice to sit back and watch as he completely amazed and befuddled someone, who was not me for a change. I couldn't help thinking, "thats my boy!"

At one point she was trying to talk to him about some of the boys in school who are mean to him. She asked him what they do that's mean. He very expressively said, "Well. They are ALWAYS doing KRUNKY stuff." (He likes to make up words) When she asked him to be more specific he just made up more words. She moved on.

He started to tell her about a story he had heard in class. It was something about a boy who wasn't good at basketball, but he put salt in his shoes . . . I don't know, it didn't make a whole lot of sense. He had been talking about this story for a really long time when the therapist tried to change the conversation with, "So, tell me about your sister." He gave her the "I'm talking right now look" and kept talking about the boy with salt in his shoes. She tried again, he stopped talking, looked her right in the eyes and said, "Okay, here's the deal. I'm not really done telling you about this story. I would like to finish. Then I'll tell you about my sister."

When he was done with each topic he would declare, "and NOW I am done talking about THAT" as a signal that it was okay to move on.

By the end of the hour he had agreed he would try to be nice to Madison by getting her school snack for her in the morning (even though HE has to get ready for school TOO you know!). However, he would not agree to hand the snack to her. He would open the door and throw it at her, because she doesn't seem to be feeling well, and he DOESN'T want to get sick.

I think we made a lot of progress. $15 well spent.

Mormon Art

I am still trying to rescue my house from the Christmas aftermath. I am almost done and have several large mostly full storage tubs to show for my efforts. My Christmas decorations are being replaced with my normal everyday decorations, and frankly, it is nice to see them again.














First we have the print of Jesus with a crown of thorns. Then the small resin St. Francis, and lastly, the iron cross.

I know, I'm a Mormon so I am supposed to have nice pictures of Jesus blessing children (preferably painted by Greg Olsen) in my house. I'm not against the happy, child blessing Jesus, he just doesn't go with my decor. The art I have in my home is a matter of personal artistic preference. To prove my point I give you the following exhibits:

Exhibit A: The Madonna with Green Eyes (I drew this when I was 8)


Exhibit B: The Resurrection (also drawn when I was 8)



If you look close you will see the graves of Mark Antony and Cleopatra that have not yet opened. I have also put a nurse in Hell. Even 8 year olds know that not all nurses are nice.

Happy Birthday Mom!

Today is my mom's birthday. She is turning 25 today just like I will be turning 25 in May.

Don't you just love that picture? Not many people can pull of the whole purple and orange thing. Purple and orange aside, no way could I wear that short skirt. Though I got a lot of things from my mom, I got my dads legs.

My mom taught me a lot of things, my two favorite are

1. A little confidence never hurt anyone.
2. Sometimes it's okay to skip out on a church meeting for a doughnut.

Speaking of which, it's been a while since I had a doughnut.

Now, Remember, It's Diet

I finally found some Cherry Chocolate Diet Dr. Pepper. It received four thumbs up, but each thumb came with the qualifier, "it good, for a diet drink." If you are dying to have a cherry chocolate dr pepper and aren't a fan of diet drinks, then I suggest you go to sonic and have them mix one for you. Be forewarned, tell them to go easy on the chocolate.

Everybody Likes Babies

Friday night the husband, the baby and I went out to dinner.

We had a very long wait. During our wait . . .

We were approached by a woman, who was obviously not all there upstairs. She jumped in front of Michael and said, "HEY! You have a cute baby!" Michael was otherwise engaged and didn't respond . I said, "thanks" to her for him. "How old is he?" She asks. "Seven Months."

We learned about a girl who was so sick she had to drop out of school. Unfortunately none of the doctors believed her and they accused her of being a hypochondriac. However, she found that when she eats rice and beans, she feels better. I am now curious about the rice and beans diet. Perhaps it warrants some research.

We met a couple who also had four kids, and a girl who is going to BYU and wants to have four kids. Said couple told her it was better to have one and try it out first before settling on a number. She didn't think said couple was funny, but I did.

We were again approached by the "not all there" woman. She beelined for us as soon as she saw the car seat. "HEY! You have a cute baby! How old his he?" Again I told her he was seven months. "Have I already talked to you?" I told her she had. She turned and walked off. As she was walking off, the man (from the couple with four kids) said, "My wife is 39, and she's cute!"

Unfortunately, people don't really care about cute 39 year olds. But everybody likes babies.