Be Offensive...

Veiw from the back, no the front, no the... I have no idea...

A strange twist to living in the PNW... Sometimes you have to take a ferry to get to places... like wrestling tournaments... And sometimes, those ferries require you to back onto them... they also require school buses to back on to them... It's fun to watch....







Itty had his Regional Wrestling tournament today. HE WAS AWESOME. He did not get pinned, he almost won his first match, and had he won that one he would likely have taken first. Instead, he took third. I was so proud of him today. /sniff

He has an amazing Defense, he just needs to be more offensive....


Itty also had the option to attend a "black & white" dance... He wore a black shirt, black slacks and a white tie. :D He was gorgeous.

I make attractive children. It's amazing.



Tang stayed home and watched Birdy, Ptah and the recovering Rah. While Tang, Birdy & Ptah were tidying the patio (oh my it is pretty, I'll have to take a picture), Rah conspired to lock them all out....

He survived the wrath of Tang.

I know, I need to paint the other chair...

Meanwhile Tater went on an elaborate date to a dance with a well dressed young woman. I snuck into the the dance that Tater was attending to oooh and aaah the decor and admire my handsome son and his beautiful date. They were stunning.

He is gorgeous.

You may ask where crazed is during all of this? He has flown the coop, off to somewhere too far away to rationally drive for a few days to spend time with his family. Yay for Crazed!!

Really appendix? Again?

A year and a half ago Birdy's appendix ruptured. He almost died. 3 weeks in the hospital. 3 days on the ventilator. Crazed humevacced off the submarine. A mother's nightmare. My nightmare...

Birdy resting post appendectomy

This morning Rah woke up at 5:30 with a hurting stomach. His stomach has hurt for weeks, we've done probiotics, fiber etc, no change... But this morning his crying is different. Or maybe I've just had enough. I took him to the ER. I really don't know why...


Turns out he had appendicitis... But we caught it early. No nightmare. I expected a nightmare, I cried (when he wasn't looking).

Off to get operated on

Surgery went well, I'm laying in his hospital bed next to him writing this (he wanted snuggles and I couldn't stand to be further from him) he's sleeping. He didn't try to die on me. The surgeon was surprised I didn't seem stressed, I was so calm.

HA!

I wasn't calm, I was relieved!!! I am relieved!! He's ok!! He's not going to try to die on me!!! I might not even have to miss any work!

"get me out of this hospital"

All is right in the world.

I'm ready to be home already

"i hate you"

I guess we all hear it sometime, I don't remember the first set of kids doing it (I may have blocked this memory, and that's ok), but birdy is a master of the usage. I don't remember how old he was the first time he said it, I do know that I had mentally prepared myself for that day and happily responded with, "I will never stop loving you" not that it didn't hurt, it stung, it burned...

Today he hated me, he hated me so much that he was never ever ever going to look at me again. Then he flipped the switch and proclaimed how sorry he was and how he loved me... Which lasted until I told him he still wasn't getting privileges back. Then he hated me again...

I'll blame day light savings for his bad attitude... By the end of the day, after his brothers popped one of his birthday balloons (yes, there are some left) he screamed his scripture readings at us. I tried so hard to not let him see how hard I was laughing. The teachings of Jacob take on new meaning when screamed by an hysterical 9 year old...

Crazed Machiavelli and zombie bootcamp.

I believe it is better to be loved than to be feared. I prefer to be loved. But sometimes Crazed thinks it is better to be feared. Then there is crying and wailing and gnashing of teeth, along with dogs and cats living together. And 8pm bedtimes. It may be the end of the world.

Speaking of the end of the world... Ptah has expressed concern that there may not be a zombie apocalypse. Which disturbs him. He has been preparing his whole life!! All 7 years!! What if it never happens!!

I'm concerned too..because when I look at the incredible women I see at church my only consolation is that in the event of a zombie apocalypse I think I would be waaaay more useful. They are sweet, beautiful and amazing, don't get me wrong, I am in awe of them.

But I'm tough! I've survived my children!! If that doesn't count as zombie boot camp what does?

Logarithms for zombies

Tang found a real life application for advanced mathematics....

He uses it to calculate the number of zombies in each subsequent level of black ops zombies....

And you thought all that math was a waste of time...

Ashes to closet lights...

My Dad died about a year ago. His remains were cremated and a plan was devised to scatter his ashes at sea. Since I live just yards from salt water and am the least squeamish, it was decided his ashes would come reside at my home, right next to where I keep the mementos of my 7th Son who died in utero 3 years ago. 7th son was buried in a cemetery near where he died. We haven't scattered Dad's ashes yet. Life has been crazy. So Dad hangs out with my memories of 7th son....

In my bedroom Closet.

Which Crazed Dad just remembered last week....

For some reason he doesn't think Dad needs the light left on for him. He also has decided that if he's in the closet he needs to move quickly and quietly so as to not disturb Dad.

Dad may need to find a new resting place...

Or maybe Crazed just needs to think he did...

POP

Today is Birdy's birthday. Crazed Dad decided it would be a terrific idea to fill Birdy's bed with balloons... it wasn't all his own idea really.. Tater decided to use a room full of balloons filled with a phrase to be unscrambled to ask a girl to prom last week. Crazed had so much fun helping Tater inflate balloons that he decided he needed to inflate more...

Of course Birdy loooved it. Balloons everywhere!!! Then the MOB realized they could POP! the balloons... Birdy fought to preserve his balloons.... some he saved, others did not fair so well.... and now at random intervals....



POP




I may never feel safe in my own home again....