Silly Thing to Do

A conversation from this morning:

Will: What are you doing?

Me: It's called plucking my eyebrows

Will: What is that?

Me: It's pulling your hairs out of your eyebrows

Will: Why would you do that?

Me: Uh... (????)

Will: Does it hurt?

Me: Yep

Will: Does it hurt a lot?

Me: kind of (tear rolling down my cheek from a missed attempt where I got skin not hair)

Will: That is just a silly thing to do! (leaves laughing at me)

Will: (yelling back at me from the next room) maybe you should do the hairs on your legs next!

Knock on Wood

This is an outfit that although, cute, you never hope to have to see your kids in...knock on wood.

Today Will had to go in for some scheduled surgery. I suppose it was minor in nature, but anytime that they have to put you under general anesthesia, and insert a breathing tube, it never feels minor to the mom! Here he is before.
Here he is being wheeled away. He was incredibly calm, this probably had everything to do with the fact that we didn't really tell him much of what was going to happen to him. I figure it would have only panicked him. I'm sure though that he left that surgical center today thinking, "That was the most jacked up doctor's appointment ever!" We only told him he'd be going to see the doctor today--I think that he has forgiven us already, though.

Will, after. Josh's frown is posed; Will's is not. Coming out of anesthesia is a rough process for anyone, but especially for a little guy. He felt crummy.

This is Will sucking on the magical sucker that is supposed to take away that nagging side effect of the anesthesia of nausea and vomiting---it didn't work :(

Now he is at home, sleeping peacefully next to me. I brought his bed in and set it up next to mine, because I couldn't imagine him waking up and me not being able to help him immediately, thus, the room change. While Will was back having the surgery, it allowed Josh and I some quiet time to talk. It's funny, because even though, we felt totally comfortable with the doctor and the facility, and knew that everything would likely be ok, there is still that moment, when you feel helpless as the parent, and you can't help but get teary eyed as you talk about the things you love about that kid. This is the same kid that was nearly banished to an eternal time out yesterday for dumping his Capn' Crunch all over the floor, and today, I would have been willing to spend the rest of my days cleaning up his Capn' Crunch if he could just be all right. At one point Josh looked at me, and said, "I know this sounds ridiculous, because I know it's not true, but it seems impossible that Heavenly Father can love us as much as I love Will." He is right, it's not true. It is, however, amazing that Heavenly Father can PERFECTLY love us beyond what we are capable to understand, and offers us the gift of the Holy Ghost, who knows how to precisely succor us when no other earthly thing can. So, while hear on this earth, it seems fitting that as we were allowed to go back with Will the nurse told me that from the time he woke up he just wanted his mom--because for this life, God has given Will me to be his primary source of comfort, but I am thankful that Will has a Father in Heaven who can perfectly succor him, when I don't know how to, and I have Capn' Crunch milk dripping down my hair. Blessings! and may we never have to experience this again...knock on wood.

Save Big Money at Menard's

This morning for the fifth time in a weeks time Will knocked his bowl of cereal on the floor. The first FOUR times I gave him the benefit of the doubt, telling myself, "oh that poor, clumsy, child. It's not his fault-I've been known to fall over for no reason at all." But, when we asked him if it was an accident or if he did it on purpose, he said he meant to do it! I've never been one to claim patience as one of the virtues I posses, but I guarantee it was running thin this morning. As I scrubbed the rug and picked up Capn' Crunch off the floor, somewhere in the thick of my rant I was telling Will he needed to give me all of his money, so that I could buy a new rug that wouldn't smell like stale milk. This was particularly upsetting to him since over the weekend he got his first visit from the tooth fairy, and now I was threatening to take that dollar away.
A few moments after this all happened and I was no longer breathing fire at him, a commercial came on the t.v. It was an advertisement for Menard's (home improvement store) and there catch phrase is, "Save big money at Menards". Will heard this and jumped all over it. "I know mom, we will get the new stuff there, and save big money at Menard's. I can keep my money!"
He is a turd--but he is a clever turd.

Oh What Do You Do In The Summer Time?

How would we know? We live in Wisconsin, it isn't summer yet, but, when summer does come it will look a whole lot like the group of pictures below. Without further adieu, and in no particular order, I present: "Another walk in the woods--the only thing we do."

Will and Isaac work hard on these walks, and luckily for them there are benches conveniently located for a quick rest.
This hill takes us back toward our house and through the meadow. By this point in the walk the kids are pretty tired and are beginning to ask for such ridiculous things as "hold me!" We get creative and play follow the leader to distract them, and this is Giggies leading.

Best friends

Me loving on Giggies

The boys holding their "fishing poles". They always find fishing poles and try to catch fish (moss) when we go to the waterfall.

When I announced that we would be heading to the waterfall on this walk, Isaac immediately reached down to grab handfuls of wood chips and rocks to shove in his pockets. He loves to watch them fall over the edge.

I think that I am lucky enough to have been raised in Utah and be surrounded by the mountains all my life. There really is no place like it, but my new home in Wisconsin leaves me equally in awe of my surroundings. All of these pictures are literally right out my front door, and it is a blessing to be able to live here ( June through September, that is)

I am sure that we will be doing a whole lot of this during the summer as well.

Ooh, Mommy, Look! Look!

We were at the park this afternoon, and I was pushing Will on the swings. There were some middle-eastern girls next to us with scarves wrapped around their heads. One girl's scarf was white, and when Will noticed her, he said, "Ooh, Mommy, look! look! It's the Holy Ghost!"
That made me snicker.