tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72262642655925898982024-03-05T03:38:10.969-07:00Good Day!The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-89028129019256231752017-03-08T11:50:00.000-07:002017-03-08T11:50:55.415-07:00Nerf War!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I remember being a little kid trying so hard to sleep when the Easter bunny or Santa was going to show up at my house in the middle of the night! But eventally sleep won out, at least until 5:30 am. Well for some reason my boys just don't need sleep.<div><br /></div><div>A few years ago on Christmas eve, Teaghen stayed up all night crying and whining about how he wanted to open his presents. By the morning I was so mad I cried while Teaghen and Taite opened only half of their presents (I took the other half back)! </div><div><br /></div><div>It happened all over again on Sunday, only this time it was all three of them. I was up until 12am putting together their baskets, and Jer got home from work at 2am. When he went to check on the boys Teaghen was in Tavin's bed (they have a bunk bed with a trundle on the bottom that pulls out for Tavin). Jer told Teaghen to get back in his bed and go back to sleep. That is when the circus began. I really don't remember how many times Jer and I got up to threaten their lives if they didn't go back to sleep. But after the 5th or 6th time of them coming in and out of our room, Teaghen came in, in a panic! I had my ear plugs in and I just yelled, "I don't care what it is, just get out of my room!" He keep trying to talk and I just keep yelling "Out! Out! Out!" Well thank goodness for a husband that actually listens to his kids (sometimes!) </div><div><br /></div><div>Jer got out of bed and went to see what Teaghen was freaking out about. Well I guess Teaghen was in bed asleep, when Taite came and woke him up to make him the bearer of bad news! When Jer got to the kitchen he yelled, "Ryanne, I'm going to need your help on this one!" So I rolled out of bed to see!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>The baskets were still on the table looking like they haven't even been touched, and the trail of bunny poop on the floor haden't moved (which is just milk duds placed in groups of three ((Thanks to my sister Kellie for that idea! My boys love the bunny poop)) The only difference was that the poop was now floating in about an inch of water in the kitchen and dinning room. <img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://www.cdfa.ca.gov/AHFSS/Emergency_Preparedness/images/flooded_kitchen.jpg" /> </div><div><br /></div><div>Tavin had climbed up on the counter and pulled the kitchen faucet out as far as it would go and proceeded to flood our house! It was everywhere, under the fridge, stove, etc! Thank goodness I had stole my friend Mardi's carpet cleaner. Jer proceded to suck up the water while I wiped up the extra in the corners and make sure everything was dry! </div><div><br /></div><div>After we got Tavin in dry clothes and cleaned up everything, yes that includes easter baskets, bunny poop, we through them back in bed. Tavin sleep in our bed with us so I could catch him before he could escape, again! Teaghen's sugar high, from the 2am snacking on sugar filled eggs, had now dropped and he wouldn't stop crying! So, I threw him in Tavin's old room so hopefully Taite would be able to fall back to sleep. Taite's sugar high was still going strong, and to be truthful, I don't think he ever went back to sleep!</div><div><br /></div><div>After many attempts of Taite trying to wake us up, we finally woke up a 10am! 10am! If anyone knows us... you know, that we have woken' the dead by 6:30 am everyday. So to sleep in until 10am. . . yah that hasn't happened since I have had kids! </div><div><br /></div><div>After we had woke up and were laying in bed, I noticed that our door would open and shut and nobody was there. Come to find out Taite had been sneaking in and out of our room taking things from his basket, which I had left by our door! Seriously do they think we are idiots! </div><div><br /></div><div>We had both decided that they would not be getting anything from the Easter bunny this year, and we actually stuck to our guns! I had Taite bring all his stuff back! They were bummed but maybe next time they will stay in their beds!</div><div><br /></div><div>Once we got up I went in the room Teaghen was in and it looked like it had been robbed! The bed was destroyed, blankets and pillow everywhere, chairs turned upside down and little pieces of candy were chopped up and throw all over the room. They had even got out a little fan my mother in law left there. Later Teaghen confessed that they had been throwing little pieces of candy into the fan! Which explained the peices of candy throw everywhere!</div><div><br /></div><div>To top it off! We were leaving to get some awesome BBQ at my Uncles in Cedar when Tavin started to throw up! Over and Over and Over! Once again we hauled out the carpet cleaner (Thank you Mardi) and cleaned the carpet in the boys room and ours after he threw up the strawberry slushy I had giving him! </div><div><br /></div><div>The rest of the day was a blur! But I will never forget this Easter! Hopefully my boys won't either! But what I really hope is that they remember to keep their butts in bed! </div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. Our kitchen floor is starting to warp! There must have been water that got under the planks! One day I will get to have a nice house, but then I'll probably have grandboys! lol</div><div><br /></div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-12915717296166149762010-03-23T10:04:00.004-06:002010-03-23T10:32:39.644-06:00Gluten-Free<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOJCFqqcWtBEsfjD1GaaTSKCPWyG3ZSkv4kfpqNOGDGBqfgilm7rVVH0qoJbZKF15ln4f4PreOLWiWiqJoayt0h6NKqBdEuna8Mo2oIUs4zYVRWg9s3PYlcHvDUKXYvR-Vez5uyKpQHWW/s1600-h/6455_156456740096_155117000096_3766145_8218733_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOJCFqqcWtBEsfjD1GaaTSKCPWyG3ZSkv4kfpqNOGDGBqfgilm7rVVH0qoJbZKF15ln4f4PreOLWiWiqJoayt0h6NKqBdEuna8Mo2oIUs4zYVRWg9s3PYlcHvDUKXYvR-Vez5uyKpQHWW/s400/6455_156456740096_155117000096_3766145_8218733_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451865110280034370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;">(This is a great app for you IPOD touch)</span></div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I have been suffering from a wide varity of health problems and going to one doctor to another with no such luck! Then my dad started to do some wonderful stuff through his clinic in San Diego and suggested that I do some lab work to see if we can figure out what is going on. Tah Duh! I just found out that I have an allergy to gluten on Friday. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The more I have been reading about Gluten and some of the signs of allergies in kids, red flags have been coming up left and right for Teaghen and Taite. Everything from mysterious skin rashes, to ADD, ADHD, respiratory problems, asthma depression, mood swings, focusing issues and more! Gluten intolerance is a genetic problem, so even though I haven't tested them yet, there is a pretty good chance they are. I figured if mommy is going gluten free... so is everyone else! <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Needless to say I have been diving into my books and internet trying to find as much info as I can. Creativity, as far as making meals, and cold lunches etc, I'm stumped. But through fishing around on FaceBook, I found a wonderful Blog from a mom who has kids that have the same issue. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">http://adventuresofaglutenfreemom.com/ </span></b> My biggest issue is addressing Teaghen and Taite's snack time and Lunch at school. I know it will be hard to resist temptation when kids offer them their burrito or an extra brownie. But Heidi Kelly is so creative with her boys lunches I think other kids might want to steal my boys lunches!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Thanks Heidi! I know that down this long road ahead of me, your blog and I are going to become BFF's!</div></div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-35637381970548962502010-03-16T07:50:00.002-06:002010-03-16T08:35:52.723-06:00Little Damage!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "> Finally back from Nana's and Papa's and we actually had a trip with little damage... Teaghen called 911 and found out what happens when you do, Taite through a fit when told to get out of the pool (Jer was in clothes and couldn't just jump in after him, they almost used the rescue hook), and after many times of getting in trouble for writing on the walls at home, Tavin decided to only color on the glass of a family photo!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dycm7jTXQQTA-sXyMVlOnO7E5wAYVJG-NPTkBgXwKQSu5WEW2jnN_VskJk_hdQjGeMGJQocYxD-Qb8kTUJLJw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></span></div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-7709289991152518722010-01-16T16:17:00.003-07:002010-01-16T16:47:14.988-07:00I great gadget to hide all your messes!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJhL6syG57Duv9qBQ-WuhTh74OiEdpSiTPfp_6qs0gVF8F_wbppNO4Uae0cpck3n2juzovimuQXVJHCtj4gDAY2dplwl-MLLGuLulZKfJX1ra-U3GYi1WaKT3q0Xu2GaL64VhSKDxYNag7/s1600-h/IMG_6135-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJhL6syG57Duv9qBQ-WuhTh74OiEdpSiTPfp_6qs0gVF8F_wbppNO4Uae0cpck3n2juzovimuQXVJHCtj4gDAY2dplwl-MLLGuLulZKfJX1ra-U3GYi1WaKT3q0Xu2GaL64VhSKDxYNag7/s400/IMG_6135-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427482380827884738" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">About a year ago I found this great little "docking station" for charging all your cell phones, ipod, etc. For two bucks I was able to hide all those unsightly cords that are all over my counter. But little did I know it could be used for so much more!</div><br />Mind you, I live in a house full of boys and our house smell like a wet dog sleeping in a urinal! So smells are my speciality! Not the glamorous part of my job! But for the past two days there as been a smell like no other! It smelled like someone had thrown up in a poopy diaper and stuffed in where the sun doesn't shine! Today was the finally straw and the hunt was on!!! After looking over, under, in and out we came to the conclusion that there must be something is in the sink decaying! I put some extra strength drain cleaner in there and let it sit for an hour. After that didn't work, I decided to have Jer take the trap out so HE could clean it out and maybe that would do the trick. He decided work sounded better and off he went! I gave up! <div><br /></div><div>UNTIL my mom texted me and my phone was plugged in the wall because the battery was dying. As I sat there texting while keeping it plugged in the overwhelming smell came over me! <div>I suddenly had a flash back to four dinners ago! I had made a new receipt chicken and broccoli curry casserole. I steamed some broccoli and it smelled foul but I still continued to make the rest of the dish. When it was done I dished it up for the boys, then one for me. Teaghen was whining about how gross it was and after I took a bit I agreed and just made him eat the chicken. Taite didn't say anything so I figured he liked it. I do vaguely remember seeing him give me an evil smile, like he was up to something but I must have got distracted. </div><div><br /></div><div>After returning from my flashback I hurried and turned my "docking port" around and opened that back to see. . .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hrNsoHok8U4NLUMFur3jSnPxTBnopm43FkmxHkmG0lvdOHORrOHpaBLuIur-RZXUWSBsVvAeS2Y6Spjl0M8mcC_9s8Kg0ZcRjmaPD0p_RkJnAGgTGCZnj4mYe-DWCKlPeWNMsHyCQPRZ/s400/IMG_6136-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427482374489337522" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">Chicken and Broccoli Curry Cassorole! </span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Only with some extra mold and alot of really bad smell!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqJO5zMLkGYINKvWy1VRe2EnW_CpH1ydVN2BhkLdjtK04CjKqYyEVd68cYNSv9i_-K0XOqdLVCbluzDfUDIKKVOj1VaLa6Rngq93gBif4leOmaXc5md8vrYs_YUGr2sEXMMmNOirIfw54/s400/IMG_6140-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427482340044506050" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When I tried to dump it out, it didn't want to go anywhere! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Why couldn't he have just feed it to the DOG!!!!!</div></div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-48549407740264904022009-12-26T17:09:00.011-07:002009-12-27T15:42:23.869-07:00Frogs, Fish and Poop! OH MY!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#CC0000">Warning: This Blog includes graphic pictures and you must have boys in your house or a </font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#CC0000">good sense of humor!</font></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqyA47BIuQMl4305DLySfrliW19giLernXtMkNg__eKpdim_nTYahn3KrfYCFjUT27gm0JzOjbGDhksHyC3AM-8mOaXKlygWOnLuYlbH2De0nqDity_YXEU31t167HRmpvAMefDBbDMg0/s400/14338_201998322992_618732992_3042077_985554_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419949575174045122">So this happened awhile ago but I really have been sucking at my blog the last few months and I found this entry in an email and decided to post it in the blog! Enjoy! (Kevin!)<div>For the past few months Taite would not poop! He holds it until he can't hold it anymore and then he births the biggest poops, even for a large man! It's amazing and sad all at the same time! <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Wd19ByrSNzysoPP5ZWDop_AVhqAPc1qO4SLA5nboYXBGce9LFqxkOCUHwoXM2kbm_BiR3K5uwizurFa624fFoLlYqHpXU_9AIEkLH4VVnw5_6qcEikQ9uGTwvZKf72cUqucSXMhTQYsT/s400/poopface.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419955903024161906">So Jer made a deal with Taite. "You poop everyday for a week and you can get a frog!" I think that would be even hard for anyone to do. But a week went by and everyday Taite pooped! He did IT!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMS4QpgY7vNrIJpEuPHarvJ4AgjqRjRJDYY2QopBXGQxGR_33YNfXoXDJVwnJONy22lz40dA1G5NLHWVrmNebTK0O11lOpcvRab5SHE9yIknoB5pwgVUQV06v-qpUruIWkMMFIh_HUx9x/s400/IMG_6132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419977171658304722"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jer took him and got an aquarium with a really cool shark to decorate. He put up a shelf in their bedroom right above their computer and right up against the top bunk. An aquarium in the boys room. . . I knew we were asking for trouble!<br /></div><div>I picked up teaghen from school and the boys convinced me to go to Walmart to get the frogs, even though the water would not be ready in the aquarium until the next day. Of course we didn't come home with just one frog. . . two frogs (Bolt and Rhino) and two fish for Teaghen (Fishman 1 and Fishman 2). They were going to have to stay in the bag until the morning when we could put them in our tank. After carting the fish and the frogs around Walmart for about 45 mins, going through the drive thru at El Pollo Loco, and flying into the back of the seat in the car when Taite let go of the Frogs when I had to stop fast, they finally made it to their new home!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1IXssOjuVkr4ifMoHLjBkWSjbyTvGA-BOrTA1h6Ia0dDEHL9qcKnmR95gVpG1gImN1Fmni4kJXnCm3grtFM5jgPgL8RutBOGEsf4PZBn8S2LtBq6gsytHVi4FlRCTOGt5NMO8DNXIzHH6/s400/Camping+kolob+(14+of+54).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419955912413809122"><div>Teaghen and Taite sat up on the top bunk staring and the cool shark and a castle draw bridge decor and the neon rock with the bubble going up to the top of the Tank.<br /><br />I was in the other room on the phone when... Yah you guessed it! I heard that very distinct sound of a tank full of gallons of water and gravel falling 6 feet to the very absorbant carpet below! Somehow it missed their computer! Needless to say I did not talk like every good mom would and my boys probably learned more new words that they should not learn from their mother! Teaghen had decided to try and crawl down the wrong side of the bunk bed while in the mean time sitting on the shelf!<br /><br />While I was screaming at my boys to help pick up the rock and get me more towels, Tavin was in the kitchen where he had climbed up on the counter and pushed the bags of fish and frogs off the edge, and was dragging them all over the house. How the bags did not get a hole in them, or pop all together, I have no idea!<br />Two hours later I was throwing my kids in to bed, without a story or prayers!<br /><br />The next morning I came home from working out and the boys had their frogs and fish in the bags on their beds. I was so mad because they were not suppose to touch them or take them off the counter. So I told them to get their butts and Damn frogs and fish in the living room. Then Taite said "Come on you Damn Frogs!" I died laughing!<br />And to make the day even better. . . I had to call poison control when both Jer and I, both gave Taite a double dose of his ADHD Meds! Thankfully we didn't have to take him to the emergency room. Instead he was just really depressed all day! AWESOME!<br /><br />I hurried and gave the boys some breakfast so I jump in the shower while they ate. I came out to the kitchen where Tavin had an Oatmeal food fight with himself and Oatmeal was everywhere.<br />I get to the preschool and get ready to take preschool class pictures when my tripod broke. And when I came home and loaded my pictures onto my computer, my card crapped out and I lost about half of the pictures!<br /><br />That afternoon Jer called to tell me that one of the frogs had passed away. Later that same night before I went to bed I checked on the other frog to see it floating. To make sure I poked it with a pen . . . and yep he was DEAD!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM8H7XC_8ax5oiPj3yvAp6hTQrhoFhSIMLDFrGsm0sMeGSgienrBjQMx0yvkyvE_fIhAq22fPKI7a6ZQDhI0FP7CqC4_0E1aV9KXRAx21jIk-jdSKcqPjexq9Maw7fPb7BI8Eajy4BOh1D/s400/Camping+kolob+(16+of+54).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419955918702821442"><br />Oh yah, did I forget to say that Taite had show and tell the next morning and he was so excited to take his frogs! When I broke the news to Taite I think he could careless that they were dead, he was just mad he didn't get to take them to preschool. But Max the super dog was now the Show in Tell and Taite was very proud and forgot all about Rhino and Bolt (the frogs!)<br /><br />In our married life we have had 7 dogs, 3 fish and 2 frogs! Thank goodness Kids are not that easily disposed of!<br /><br /></div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-3684155028088868522009-09-14T10:01:00.000-06:002009-09-14T10:18:02.107-06:00<object id="BLOG_video-FAILED" class="BLOG_video_class" width="320" height="266" contentid="FAILED"></object>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-82819421933842449682009-08-11T16:05:00.004-06:002009-08-12T09:07:05.883-06:00Disneyland!<script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/4a82da63117f949f/46928cc51133af17/29d43f53/-cpid/fb90f58ebea9c1e0/-/-/-EMH/240/-EMW/432/widget.js"></script>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-32467552634870900442009-08-02T12:36:00.006-06:002009-08-02T12:51:51.714-06:00Just a little off the Top!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">So for those of you who follow my crazy blog of my adventures of my boys, you know that Taite loves to get up in the middle of the night and create chaos. Usually it is with food and last night was no different, except after eating ALL the popsicles he decided to give himself a HAIRCUT! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">So I thought why not have some fun while we fix it!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Before </span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz1GRV06oPNj2rE8n35mgmFd-4ESUdXBzm21mVmcxH2-ypzi0NAiAEsKFB9n-tS9bMLIqr3jcak_RfJjlwaf3G1e6JotWta0vzEVmplxg4ih1zPbRzrv7Ok4_mJ3auL3ajbn47YEC7Edvy/s400/Taite's+Haircut+(2+of+6).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365437865019021410" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTydlC_onmkezjYtgnLSVenHnKpdTFW4OLUnkqELfWmm-39dJXQIpa0TBBPJGn_uRC6PVxlRr0TYTt0IuHOHs3Lhc65E3UTNbRYnNIqm_VqpXPCaRJOwoPMJC_by5V9joj9PV-Lnhvd_4/s400/Taite's+Haircut+(1+of+6).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365437861806464098" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">After</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqPOA0rAZk2H636dvx1hMw3y1FUwhIRSt2BoSFA1M4NOJylQ3nEOXpxmdSkjvJwEEhl3yEWLAvXiUxWMOe2sUKi-2i4I5F4h0VvMYa71EhdBLLA3G4OXbDZ1vC7XrzCiJsi6Ruq9slPTD/s400/Taite's+Haircut+(3+of+6).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365437872947358866" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAWW2qvK4aGLiA7CJh2NS0NKWFjonhY0x9Q3iI8T1DkHsp2nUsMBz1IlBYRHIISFvwOXHN-t2U416UHFcJf4TjxuNY-J0pbANxY-Zy7YEU4bPSwuexAd_N9SflePtkYPps64uNbvYijBA/s400/Taite's+Haircut+(6+of+6).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365438448919311986" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">While trying not to make Taite totally bald we decided to make some cool 80's designs !</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">This one of course is BATMAN!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaBG0xl5pIjYHojjYJPC14MvVyGDaIcR2kDEpo90FWDALIV51g04U0eN6xfZe9F0nQz4IetFKQG95KVpQFszXN1Qzv1X5KlXUFgsFD5taMOYNdGOpRpC_2t0ssGLLBTngmHKMCBdgt5YC/s400/Taite's+Haircut+(5+of+6).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365437884999577026" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">He wanted me to keep it long, because he keep freaking out because he thought he was bald!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglQSx287s4U4U7RxEDePcgmnxaUluMA_qiDjgbIhKrut-iC-PUm3Jl5heTCb1pGOTE9BTbM1zfmRwqerDw_-XxQd2VGqRP4GjCANhEQxVEDXIZ-HS-H8ODuozCvQEtBMPDSBZQ61hF17e5/s400/Taite's+Haircut+(4+of+6).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365437876992930738" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Lightening McQueen! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-82280293144124959882009-07-13T22:23:00.004-06:002009-07-13T22:42:34.726-06:00Let them eat cake!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPx4jHM4oqXoykvRGn11BeycZGDSW5L9SskQaTB5E499LkxpTqvLkErGObyqP2MQNudSmSPqtSRKCtmKYtNRgrN6iFcIQSILnMWA6Em4ih6YXNXxTdv3mQqT5nGELWE2cIIU5vhgpv35ne/s1600-h/IMG_5549.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPx4jHM4oqXoykvRGn11BeycZGDSW5L9SskQaTB5E499LkxpTqvLkErGObyqP2MQNudSmSPqtSRKCtmKYtNRgrN6iFcIQSILnMWA6Em4ih6YXNXxTdv3mQqT5nGELWE2cIIU5vhgpv35ne/s400/IMG_5549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358170259457804658" /></a><br />I forgot to mention that yesterday at 6am I walked into the kitchen and saw CAKE everywhere! <div><br /></div><div>We were going up to Cedar City to celebrate my Uncle Stan's birthday, and you know what you have to make for someone's birthday! A CAKE! I guess Taite thought that he had seen me make a few cakes and that he could do it all by himself. </div><div><br /></div><div>There was stuff everywhere. He had my big metal bowl on the floor in front of him, with a few different kinds of spoons, and a container of frosting. The floor was covered in towels to soak up all the water he had everywhere. He was using a cup from a superheroes memory board game to measure the frosting that he was mixing into the cake mix. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was so mad I told him to go get back in his bed! He started to walk down the hall, his little butt in superhero underwear was sticking out of his pajama shirt and on both hands he had my oven mitts that were as big as his arms! With his shoulders and head hunched down he slowly walked to his bed. I stopped him to get my oven mitts back. To my suprise when he took off the mitts his hands looked like lemon cake! He had cake all the way up to his elbows!</div><div>If I wasn't so tired I would have laughed.</div><div><br /></div><div>So back to my broken washer... I have smoky camping clothes and blankets, pee pee sheets, skid marked underwearssssss, and now hordes of wet towels and sticky oven mitts to wash! </div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-2728474068645922552009-07-13T21:39:00.006-06:002009-07-13T22:04:31.729-06:00Wash This!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP1SBg-P9PIgyuJ9Nf-ViRsddTJYdUc9sfW_mocAuwG-g11nB9S-AXx2Me7ar1DchdfVYKP3zaX8AxLCK1kZxe_Sxs526hwquqIaFR0Mtw4jmhhocqYE_B4Wp8mAFtVIOMz5zEJa5rKb8Z/s1600-h/lens2722952_1234884987preferred_washing_machine.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP1SBg-P9PIgyuJ9Nf-ViRsddTJYdUc9sfW_mocAuwG-g11nB9S-AXx2Me7ar1DchdfVYKP3zaX8AxLCK1kZxe_Sxs526hwquqIaFR0Mtw4jmhhocqYE_B4Wp8mAFtVIOMz5zEJa5rKb8Z/s400/lens2722952_1234884987preferred_washing_machine.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358161161939215682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Yes don't laugh that is really me! Working my fingers to the BONE!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">What a day! So I really think that I must be attracting bad into my life because is seems as though S**t has hit the fan at our house. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Last week or so, Taite almost killed my mothers dryer and now I blame him for my broken washer! Really it isn't his fault that our washer broke, but I just want to blame someone. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Yah our transmission went out. I didn't even know that a washer has a transmission. But for the last month or two when the washer got to the spin cycle it sounded like a 747 was taking off in our laundry room. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Our neighbor is an appliance fix it guy. He is awesome! Shout out to Jose! He was like the doctor that comes in and tells you, your washer has gone on to a better place.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Really I think our washer really just wanted to get away from Taite's divinely smelling sheets and his (Sing to the tune of Brittany Spears song "oops I did it again!") "oops, I did it again. I pooped in my pants. Better hide them from mom, cause she's gonna be mad!" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">I don't think that this could have come at a better time. We just got back from camping on Saturday and brought every blanket we had in the house to make a soft bed for the boys and of course all our other clothes smell like smoke. Then yesterday while at my cousins Taite peed and pooped his pants not once but twice. And don't forget Taite wet the bed last night. So we have that lovely aroma along with smoky campfire, making my house smell oh so manly! Oh yah I forgot to say that we are leaving Wednesday afternoon for California. So I either pack dirty clothes or ... I send out good thought to manifest a nice front load washer of someone's grandma's that just died and they don't need it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">So if your grandma died or just have a spare washer you want to give away... call me 862-7560.</span></div><div><br /></div></div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-3930256785756546862009-07-08T20:54:00.010-06:002009-07-08T22:42:56.193-06:00I like my eggs nice and fluffy.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Going to my parents house is always fun. Maybe, for the first few hours. They have white walls, white carpet, and white couches... and I have three boys. Do I need to explain further?<br /></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">It all started the night before. Taite had be complaining that his stomach hurt. Yah Yah whatever. Be tough you're a Superhero! Then I realized that the cold medicine I had been giving him was backing up the ol' plumbing! It plugs up every orifice in the body, no running nose, no poop! So that night Taite was finally able to relieve himself. When he flushed the toilet that dang cold medicine plugged up the toilet too.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">After many attempts of plunging with a really "crappy" plunger that keep flipping inside out, the water started to go down. Not great but it was slowly going down.<br /></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">The next morning when I flushed the toilet it didn't go down, it came up and keep coming up until the bathroom was swimming in pee water! So my lovely father pulled up the toilet to see if we could see anything. Sure enough it was pink and looked like some kind of toy. We still didn't get it out and my Dad had to go to work. So the toilet was left in the back yard waiting to be hosed out when my dad returned.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">I'm pretty sure I know who did it. Tavin loves toilets and love putting things in the toilet!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">We all racked our brains trying to think of what could be in there. Then my niece Natalie asked where their toothpaste had gone! We all looked at each other and started laughing. It was their toothpaste, their pink Barbie toothpaste, was logged in the S curve. I called my dad laughing and told him that, "Barbie got S**t faced!"</span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftwEo4jyMh0GW3ttVSwpCJVeSDbeqKZzJToPPacxAUrspREPJYEp-Qzp5C2TCLmc5WiDlXth3T4cuvELlVQd6m02n_7nSFXRpqhXFHMgHeVj2a2trUrZe3NxPcrW51hq9Ncs_hsXo0Ldy/s400/hazardous-waste-barbie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356306164600290306" /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">That was the beginning of a wonderful day! Determined that I was going to workout, I grabbed my ipod and headed out to the garage. As I came through the door I saw Taite standing on a step stool with a carton of 18 eggs in hand, and the look of a deer in the Headlights. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">The other part of the picture took me a few minutes to process. He had the door open to the dryer and an egg in hand. "What are you doing?" I so quietly YELLED! As I walked over to the dryer and to see the damage my mouth dropped to the floor. It looked like IHOP, Denny's, and Village Inn had exploded in my mother's dryer!</span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOwVYOfk4sPHRX4KH_rlsAVqBfec1QbEinwsvWxPAVRMyPwa7XHv5yimZuYH19LSLPG0Cdhn0D0ghqCohBDvO6odv-6r6Ls_NqPOvviXwGAgpgptAvpVGqjhsNbVkZWQcNgwVqJOuoWzH/s400/its-blitz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356305275674850274" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><br /></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">I grabbed the carton of eggs from him and quickly figured out that he had thrown 14 eggs in the dryer. Not only had he thrown them in the dryer but he started the dryer too. Eggshells and yokes where everywhere.<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">I'm sure the whole neighborhood knew what had happened cause you could hear me yell for miles.<br /></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">"Why did you do this?" I asked</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">He replied in a questioning tone, as if to get approval from me, "I wanted some eggs?"<br /></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">"When was the last time I let you make eggs by yourself?"<br /></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">"When was the last time you saw mom make eggs in the dryer?"<br /></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">No answer. Which my kids have learned well, when I really want them to respond to my questions and when I don't.<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Forty five minutes of windexing (my parents have no "all purpose" or "get egg out of your dryer" cleaner) the dryer it was back to normal. Word to the wise, don't stick your head in a warm dryer after spraying it down with cleaner, unless you are just trying to make everything disappear, including yourself.<br /></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">I got my workout done. Had a fun day with my sisters and nieces. Came home helped dad get the toilet back together. Made the kids dinner, and while transporting the food to the table I caught my baby toe on a chair. Instead of swimming in a pool of pee water like that morning, I was swimming in a sea of profanity (in my head), cause I BROKE MY TOE!<br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2k7EoRBZ8hCvo5yfwiN5PV0DvqO9b0a8bH6n5rtX4s9NqgIKE0sc7R9_ZMi5xblZvyxaODLxuodm8rmUVLOpChnywLbiOB5VKPJ1607QLTXFWleTpEsL1wrPvMO2Rk-SuIvG7tNYuh0F/s400/_2005-09-30--matts-broken-toe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356307470380328514" /><br /></div></div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-77972074327321331172009-07-08T20:53:00.000-06:002009-07-08T20:54:07.808-06:00Chef Taite!Yesterday Taite tried to make popcorn with, popcorn, oil, and half a bag of flour. Today he tried to make cookies... I caught him in time and I finished them for him. I think I have a chef on my hands... now which one of my other boys is going to be the janitor.<br />2 seconds ago · CommentThe 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-40300940175641103602009-05-10T22:55:00.003-06:002009-05-10T23:15:48.382-06:00Tavin is a Walk'n!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzmMGaBuoglDvIZdsvLr2rGRtVmbXxr18dIVhJFhmKdFToFjIaeUxnCsfeVx53dYCRjtC7DrKx7czeP5U1PWg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div>April 5, 2009</div><div><br /><div>So this video is a little old! I haven't been real on top of things but I've said some Hail Mary's and I think God will forgive me! </div></div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-41210604465269291462009-05-10T22:39:00.004-06:002009-05-10T22:49:10.322-06:00Taite the Dinosaur!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZWxaOvw4JenqCFx68oXf-ueMam312U5fNVPBapVKHnQ4Jdv9eelj95WCOCB1zOAlEiwqU_3hRYtEI5ggyJ-iMM9QdH0fTaU5mnVaVRvaMhFJa3I64D3oVX9_tPlaQPUEkZ44evTmP-dz/s1600-h/IMG_5056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZWxaOvw4JenqCFx68oXf-ueMam312U5fNVPBapVKHnQ4Jdv9eelj95WCOCB1zOAlEiwqU_3hRYtEI5ggyJ-iMM9QdH0fTaU5mnVaVRvaMhFJa3I64D3oVX9_tPlaQPUEkZ44evTmP-dz/s400/IMG_5056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334423717445101970" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Yes, I know what your thinking... and no it is not Halloween yet! <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After many minutes in the bathroom Taite came out naked! (The norm around our house, unfortunately.) As I started to ask what had happen to his clothes, Taite says, "Dad look I'm a dinosaur! Look at my Tail!" Then he turns around and he has a trail of about five feet of toilet paper following him, with the top piece ever so nicely places between his cute little butt cheeks!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>What is a mother to say! I rolled over on the couch and laugh my dinosaur tail off!</div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-6256805329689161572009-05-10T21:33:00.005-06:002009-05-10T22:36:34.608-06:00Finding the Cure For Cancer!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ13UIfL4voIv8X2NismdvEX_kHjUF4Qd9q_BFza5gvc7Ha-6fy1tjknaS_6CZHLcA0ppiEPTYNQXRrreu7VaGFgUrrKX3oTJFHSuw81DMt4NyMfqtP1NwlOMwE_pLauffALVh8qk9955R/s400/_DSC1114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334419336080804450" /><br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">O</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">ur Awesome cousin Megan is in her last rounds of chemo for her breast cancer, so needless to say she is in our prayers every night along with our Grandpa Day who has Cancer of the bladder. Every night we ask Heavenly Father to help them be healthy and strong. So being the inquisitive child Teaghen is, he has asked me a few time what is Cancer and where did Megan's hair go? So I try</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> to explain to him in the simplest terms, but I know it is still confusing to him. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">This Saturday my cousins the Jacob family all went to Salt Lake City to participate in the Race for the Cure with Megan. I don't remember answering any question about the Race but maybe I did, but yesterday morning I was working on the computer when I was listening in on a conversation Teaghen and Taite were having about earning Tokens which turned into earning money. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> Then the lightbulb went off in Teaghen's head. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"I know Taite! We could run and people can give us money and we can give it to people with Cancer and then they can get their hair back!" </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Taite "Why don't they have hair?"</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Teaghen "Cause they have Cancer!" There was a moment of silence... I knew what was coming next!Teaghen turned to me and asked "Mom, does Dad have cancer?"</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">After I stopped laughing I just explained that "Dad just doesn't have hair!"</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Which Teaghen said it all with a very sad and puzzled look!</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">So I guess there is something worse then Cancer... being BALD!</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); 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It is very moving! Let us all be possitive and make the world a better place for us and our children's and our children's children!<br /><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-57572246247325974982009-03-20T00:13:00.003-06:002009-03-20T00:28:47.705-06:00We R all Pooped out!So on the 18th it was official! Quote from Teaghen "The bad news is that I don't have my pirate pizza token, but the good news is that I pooped it out! When we went to the Doctors office the nurse said as she was taking us back, "Now you guys can go through security!" I was a little confused and thought we had to go through security now to see the Doctor! Then it hit me! Duh! I wonder if it would set off the security at the airport! I'm going to ask next time I fly!<div><br /></div><div>So pretty much we are starting to go back to normal as a family. I'm still getting treatment for my neck and it still hurts. But I'm Wonderwomen <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Bullet Boobs and thunder thighs ! </span> I really don't know what that has to do with my neck. Teaghen is extremely cleaned out thanks to Myralax! And we are weening Taite off the Lortab pain meds for his throat! </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh I forgot! I think Teaghen has pink eye! I keep telling him it's because he forgot to wash his hand and he got poop in his eye! (I know I'm a mean mom but they have been washing there hands! Now if I can just get them to flush!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Funny moment! We were saying our prayers at bedtime when Teaghen thanked Heavenly Father for St. Patrick for teaching people about Jesus. At least he didn't thank him for bringing people guinness! </div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-37393295988847888872009-03-17T22:12:00.008-06:002009-03-20T00:36:54.992-06:00What a (Un) Lucky Day!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24D2C0gWS5uWF308hGtyioVBL6mtScOaEnpzWs8RLns2J_TqTQQIlZrBoi3zfo6PzfAUc_LSHCd9F18EPHLkkW1ggnGEPrLjPiYhsMTq3A-ny6CBcwEWCqDAPOB8QQlu3s_tjVN10oxvA/s400/Day+Baby+Day+047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314395734481922994" /><br /><br />One year ago on March 17th at 7am I was on my way to the hospital with "Rub Me For Luck!" written on my stomach with green permeant marker! Yah! I was going to have a baby! I was being induced two weeks early, do to my history of having large babies (9lbs 3oz, for my first Teagen and 10lbs for my second Taite, and both were a week or so early)! I thought, "This is my Lucky DAY!" Lets get this party started! <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxIOUk7GqfqBX35_OVYu8Z36ef3ZH_qq8XXRqFru_U65HUiMUQG9-Zl1w9fc0PJSBesgBdfb51GqxWd2tyCPqqqhDDb-dHqH1_bosxMvGRHcht0coiqV17lvzaoHHX2zgj-xsY5bHKxRI/s400/Day+Baby+Day+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314395731669035010" /><br />My girlfriends had thrown me a surprise shower the night before and made a great basket with goodies to hand out to all the nurses and Doctors! I was thinking as I walked through those doors of Dixie Regional Hospital that "Yah I'll get the best treatment cause I got graffiti on my belly and a basket full of goodies." Everything was going just like I thought it would...smooth sailing, hanging out talking to Jer, trying to finalize the name choice from Tavin Day or Padric Day (march 17th St. Patrick's Day, we thought it was funny). <br />I started to feel a little uncomfortable and thought, "I'm gonna get the drugs sooner or later so why not sooner?" Once the epidural was in, I was feeling pretty good. They keep putting that jelly stuff on my stomach to keep the monitors on the babies heart rate, and the other one for my contractions. Soon my permeant marker Tattoo was a big green mess all over my belly! <br />Well I think that jelly stuff rubbed my luckiness right off! Shortly after that I remember having a horrible headache that I could not get rid of and to top that off I started throwing up! "Of all days to have a headache...Isn't bad enough that I have to shoot another human being out of my body and to have a headache on top of that!" Soon I became short of breath and it felt almost impossible to inflate my lungs. So they gave me some oxygen to help and I hung onto that mask like it was the only lifejacket on the Titanic! Then my arms and hands started to tingle, then I noticed my chest felt tingly as well............... And that was the last thing I remember! I really don't know what happened, but I just remember felling no pain and thinking to myself, "So this is what it feels like to die! Not bad! I could do this!" Then as quickly as I thought that, I remember my two little boys at home, and the strongest impression came over me "You have to get back to them, they need a mom!" I still cry when I think about those few minutes! I don't know what was happening in my room at that time but I felt like I was being pushed down a giant straw or those water slides where you can't see out. Then suddenly all the warm fuzzes I felt were replaced by the horrible pains that I had been dealing with before. I knew I was back. <br />They said something had gone wrong with my epidural and it started to work a little to well. So well, my other organs wanted to get in on a little down time themselves. After that I was very reluctant to have another epidural. But the doctor came and said he would tone it down and it would be all good. After some coercing I gave in and he downed the dosage. <br />Still suffering from the lovely headache, praying to the Porcelain God, and lack of oxygen, I was not feeling to chipper! To add salt into my wounds the Doctor told me that if things don't start happening he may pull the plug and wait til the next morning. Are you kidding! I made shirt for my boys saying "Kiss me my little Leprechaun Brother was born to day!" I painted my belly all fun, we have redheads freckle faced people in our family, and our last name is Day! So you don't tell me we are going to have this baby on March 18th... It's March 17th or nothin'. <br />He said he'd give me a few more hours and come and check up on me! Shortly after that I had my Aunt and Uncle and cousins come see me. I asked for a blessing to help me with all the pain I was in. Shortly after they left I was saying good night to my boys when I felt my face and chest go numb and again. And according to my cousin Kristin I yelled "I'M GOING DOWN!" (which I don't remember saying, and I'm sure at the time it was scary, but now it is so funny!) Bamm! I was gone! This is the part I don't remember. But I was told that my little Tater Tot was holding my hand and rubbing it trying to get me to wake up. Thanks to my dearest and quick thinking cousin Kristin, she grabbed both my boys and took them out to the hall so they didn't have to see me like that. <br />Obviously I came to again (right, cause I writing this blog so that means I'm alive, I hope I didn't ruin the surprise). This time I was not going to get an epidual. I called my friend Sara and said give me a 5 min version of how to have a baby naturally. Yah thanks for the advice, but I should have prepared a little earlier! I do remember something about rainbows, not sure if she said anything about that or I was that far gone. After a few hours of trying natural childbirth with a screaming headache and puking up bile (cause I haven't eaten anything in over 24hrs now), I became a little delirious and didn't know what was up and what was down. So my mom took charge and told the nurse to get a different doctor and fix my epidural. I don't remember talking to the doctor or much of anything else until I realized there was another needle in my back! Within a few minutes I was feeling better and the nurse came in and check me called for my OB... <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_X2QVLQuVdejl8_nMZoWlS91OIBhOpfBnTIZdvH7qLZ_DMx91t0Iz5wMBKP4Z_cOV9oDFV5JtAxD0_HLaiFY0gUUdGGAvE_wxcLZHrGRa-V02dREDy1ImQk5JZHPTWBJYGgV1PAnu3Ep/s400/Baby+Day+born+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314395721863136178" />And at 10:58pm, Vola there he was my blue eyed red headed little leprechaun!<br /><br />So was it a lucky day? Well we sure as crap didn't name him "Lucky"! But seriously... I was lucky to have the great nurses and doctors I did!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVsGvaZpDtAZdyQJAPkV4a5b94ibn9a2CayIXfC13zfgJ_2IRpNXOHnyoJQZCz_oMqxyIH0IIkA9kL97b7WToQTmsVaxj1RSikWRrozsKhcZ87MCpvQnVSzig7MiGYLbhtkRr4SnwUJmg/s400/Tavin's+Birthday+slideshow-54.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314395737314238210" /><br />So the end to that story! It's one year later on the 1st birthday of Tavin Elliott Day, and I must say "I am the luckiest mom to be able to chew on his chubby cheeks, tickle him until he get the hick-up, and listen to his fake laughs, and get to see that amazing smile that shows off his two teeth and when I'm having a Bad Day I just go get my Tavin Day and it becomes a Great Day!" <br /><br />Love ya Tavers!<br />Happy BirthdayThe 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-63199594817819908762009-03-17T15:37:00.001-06:002009-03-17T15:37:25.981-06:00Tavin's 1st Birthday<div><embed src="http://widget-08.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=432345564271845384&site=widget-08.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=432345564271845384&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p1/432345564271845384/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=432345564271845384&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p2/432345564271845384/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=432345564271845384&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p4/432345564271845384/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226264265592589898.post-11434854565105963722009-03-16T18:18:00.005-06:002009-03-16T18:57:27.680-06:00Update to March Madness!Where did I leave off! Well we made it to the three day mark which would have put that token camping out in the small intestines for 12 days. So needless to say we went back in to get another x-ray, hoping that mom just missed it when she was harpooning poop, and mining for a golden nugget!! Sure enough there it was! <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuZHnz2ykdsvUE-dMXxAUuIGkzJroJEZfi74KhpWOw5CuEh-hg8gXAn4r6lYBOZYKmb2v-SmVYaKbHYlQBsvJ4_frKHAQoEyWgBCoMvZjhYbpOhCdb4Fgp2Ma01I0DV5zIkdiMfLz0tW9/s400/Token+LR+edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313948506102189330" /> It barely moved an inch if that! The Dr. thought it was in the left side of the colon from the first x-ray, but when we got the x-ray on thursday, it had moved to the right (which is the wrong direction to the poop shoot!) Everything enters your colon from the right and goes out the left!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp-Yjr76IadXcNUBHpzRPLeSd02cxFO7PcMjZi_BGTGH97BxmBGXvF7AKsDar3Qs5kaiMmBSPS35auqKcBNWeojy3-eJ-BhEaznTuS43riF9HuWufp1rUW-FHhuEaHryupzY4vj9DiUd2d/s400/colon-cancer-series.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313948503640605650" /><div><br /><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I have to interupt this update to give you another amazing TnTnT story!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I was interputed from the blog to go search for a coin in Teaghen poop and when I got to the bathroom... Teaghen is sitting on the toilet with is legs spread to the side, while Taite is peeing through Teaghen's leg, and Tavin is standing on the side waving his hands back in forth through the stream of pee like a little kid playing outside as his brother sprays him with the WATER hose! My life is so adventurous! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Back to the previous post!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div> </div><div>So I threw my neck out on Tuesday falling off a bucket! Don't ask! Then on Thursday I went to lay down with Taite, who if you remember got his Tonsils out that monday. And While I was laying down I coughed and threw it out again! Later that night I had to take Teaghen in for the second x-ray and my cousin Kristin had to drive because I couldn't even look to the right or left! Looking oh so lovely and walking weird the Radiology tech asked what had happened to me...Blah Blah Blah I told her. </div><div>Well sure enough my pain never went away so I went to the urgent care on Saturday. When the Radiology tech came to get me she did a second take and then laughed a little! What can I say! We're famous! Everyone thinks I have a bulging disk or a ruptured disk! Lovely for me!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now it is Monday... Taite still drools a lot cause it still hurts to swallow! I'm moving my head a little better thanks to some steroids and our good ol' friend lortab, and Teaghen ... well as you probably figured out after a lot of miralax and poops coming out as fast as a greased pig... I'm still digging around for gold and I am still a poor woman! yah This is the 16th day! We were suppose to go back for another x-ray today! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">But since tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and little Tavin's birthday, we thought we would hold off one more day, and with a little luck of the Irish, maybe our redheaded leprechaun will find some gold and the END of the rainbow tomorrow!</span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8JrFeLMCghwcij8R3RvLS9l4Oso5MthzhsL8JG0Gk8OtpIkCbkujGglADrOXrhY46i-lBRasPLqIjfB0jY-6H6d669agCBbo-e4fYsKj8V6Z0_Pv8XpNDN8gK52i1Ik9NGmbiPdnTL1eD/s400/Leprechaun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313952408322859250" /><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></div></div>The 5 Happy Dayzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567854485676898274noreply@blogger.com6