We made it 7 months, that's not so bad?...

SO..... Yesterday we went to Grandma and Grandpa Jones house for dinner... just like every week. Terry went out to tell the kids it was time for dinner. Mario decided to crawl over and climb down the step ladder beside the tramp. Some how, we are still a little fuzzy on the details, he fell off the tramp and his arm and the step ladder became very close friends. He began to cry and like all parents we were not sure whether this was drama or real. We gave him a pack of ice and laid him on the couch, hoping that the draw of dinner would help "heal" his arm. We knew something was a miss when 10 minutes later he was still crying and not interested in the dinner. (Anyone that knows Mario, knows that food is his best friend, he is ALWAYS hungry). Terry took him to the hospital emergency room and 5 and a half hour later we know that he has an "acute right supracandylar elbow fracture". I felt so bad for him...It's his right hand, although he has managed to still control the remote to the tv, play his game boy, and eat. I guess 7 months isn't so bad, although Terry's mom is claiming 37 years of no broken arms, legs, or such.... but I know about a call to 911 by a 5 year old, and a few broken noses, and a mailbox and head instance, as well as a kazoo instance. So... I don't think 7 months is so bad???... What do you think?

Pool Party

Thanks Brooklin for turning 1. We loved the swimming party. Mom loved that we all crashed on the way home, and slept in until 8am the next morning. I can't believe Brookie is 1. Happy Birthday!!!

Deep thoughts????

So... It looks like he is deep in thought, and he might actually be...

What does a four year old think about when he is deep in thought...

1) how do I get my brother and sister to do what I want them to

2) how do I trick Mario into letting me play with his big truck

3) how do I get gum (at least 4-5 pieces a day)

4) how can I have candy without eating the "healthy food first"

5) how do I take a bath without actually washing anything

In all actuality he was just hoping to be the first one with some of Brooklin's birthday cake. I thought these were cute though. Sometimes, I wonder what a four year old actually thinks. When I figure it out I'll let you know.

What the Heck!!!

What the heck is wrong with my kids these days? This is the question I keep asking myself. Today Juan is crying if you look at him the wrong way. Mario can't seem to walk past someone with out hitting them, and Franny is very weepy. As I pondered this question I realized that... We have been up late every night this week. No wonder they are all a little out of sorts. It also couldn't be that I am also tired, and it is crunch time at school to get things done.

The counselor also told me a couple of week ago, that this is a hard time for kids, their counseling appointment double the 2nd week of January through to the end of Feb. Maybe it's a full moon, I don't know. All I know is that we are all going to be early!!!!!

Doctor Doctor

So.. our kids have been effected by Terry's injury. The other day, I told the kids to go play dress up, and they decided to play Dr. Of course Mario was the Dr., and poor Franny was the patient. (Juan started out as a patient too, but his attention span allowed his injury to heal in less than two minutes =). If you notice Mario felt the need to take Franny's blood pressure on her leg, and by the way she needed to have about eight shots too. I think we need to have some first aid lessons, from Chris Taylor. Can we put that on the family reunion agenda?....

My kids love to play dress up and I never know what they will be, it is so fun to watch their imaginations bloom and experiment. I sometimes wonder if I was that creative?...

Mt. Baker sledding New Years Day

So... this is a little late, but I am taking over for Terry with regards to posting about our kids.

This picture is when we went up to Mt. Baker to go sledding on New Year's Day. We had a blast and nobody was injured. I am not sure Juan every actually went down the hill on the sleds, but he had fun. Mario (is anbody suprised) was the daredevil. He went down more than the rest of us combined.

I am sure enjoying the opportunity of being a mom. It is a blast to play with our kids. I am not sure how I feel about the discipling part of parenting yet, but I LOVE!!!! the having fun part.

Our MJ or should we say Mario Jones

Okay.... so he is not Michael Jordan, but he sure tries. About half way through the season, I actually explained to him why he was holding his hands up, and he looked at me and got a smile on his face, and said,"OH!!!". Most of the season Mario complained about going to the practices and games, and then was so excited (because he had fun) after they were over, he couldn't wait to play again. When we went with the rest of his team to Lafeen's (doughnut shop) after the final game, he told his coach he was sad that they were done playing.

He is going to be starting T-ball mid-March, maybe he will be more interested in practices for that. I am proud of him and his efforts, and trying his best. I also love that he was able to turn the experience into a game of tag. Watch him and the girl he is supposed to be guarding (she has on a yellow wrist band just like Mario's). They had a great game of tag.

I really didn't want to be that mom, that forced their kids to do sports, so I told him that he didn't have to play anything that he didn't want, but that if signed up and committed to a team he needed to finish the season out. I am glad that I stuck to my guns, because I think he really did enjoy it, he was just a little nervous about the experience. He did great. Grandpa Terry would sure be proud.

Nicholle