A Kite and Things.

     

I love Wyatt in this cute little hat knitted by Kristi.  :)  He makes the sweetest little sleeping gnome ever!!

  

We borrowed our neighbor’s kite and went to the lookout to fly it.  It was soooo windy.

    

Toothless

I’m so very very happy –just EVER so glad—that I recently took these pictures of Orrin shown in this post. 

Because they’re adorable.  And they’re also the last pictures of him sporting a full mouthful of teeth (until his permanent ones grow in in 5 or so years).  The poor guy is still absolutely adorable, just in a snaggletooth kind of way.  Also, the dentist said some of his other teeth might turn black.  We shall see.  His career as a child model has been shot down before it could even begin.

To explain, on Sunday we were enjoying our nice relaxing conference day, and at around 5:00 or so, Orrin escaped and went down to our neighbor’s house.  I don’t like him to go there without asking me, so I told Jethro to go down and bring him back.  Orrin probably was not very happy to come home, or Jethro was just trying to save time by carrying him, but either way he was carrying him up the stairs and tripped and Orrin fell on his mouth.  He bit through his bottom lip, or at least very nearly all the way through, and he knocked out one of his top front teeth.  It is AMAZING how long the root is of a tooth that was not supposed to come out.  It’s amazing how hard he must have hit that stair for it to have come out!

Here are some pictures waiting in the hospital from Brett’s really terrible phone camera.

Brett and I went with him to the hospital and since he was so young and the cut was on his lip which they said means they wanted the stitching to be really nice, they decided they would put him under general anesthesia.  So Brett stayed with him and I went home for the night.

Brett said they operated at about 3:00 am because they had a couple other surgeries to do first.  The surgeon stitched his lip on the inside and the outside, as well as some of his gums. 

I came the next morning at about 7:30 and saw him in his bed asleep, so little and sad-looking.  :(  He woke up in a while and I stayed for a while until about 8:15, when I went upstairs because I had already had an appointment at the hospital that morning for Wyatt.  Wyatt has inguinal hernias, just as Talmage and Orrin did, and he is scheduled for surgery this coming Monday morning.  They got him in so quickly because we will be leaving to the States, and so I spoke with the surgeon, the anesthesiologist, and another doctor came in and gave him an examination.  Then I walked back downstairs to Orrin’s room again, where they took out his IV and we went home.

It’s times like these that I am just SOOOOO grateful for hospitals and doctors and surgeons and all nurses and medication.  I would ABHOR being a doctor, but I’m so glad some people like to be doctors.

Orrin was pretty amazingly tough through all of this, and he was even jumping/skipping around a bit that first evening home.  He looks, however, pretty horrible.  His lip is awful and huge and his face is swollen a bit too, and he looks uncannily like a monkey.  He also drools about 4 gallons of drool a day, which is good because he doesn’t like us to clean off his lip after he eats his yogurt or applesauce.

These pictures are from yesterday.  Oy.

 

I actually think his new look is really cute too—I mean, his grin is just so happy.  Kind of painfully cute.

 

I love love love love love my Orrin!

And now I really am making a category called Blood and Gore.

Catching the Up

So I'm writing this blog post in a different way to see if I like it better.

What has happened since the last time I posted?  Stuff (including some stuff I already posted on Facebook, so it will be a repeat for those on Facebook).

• Jethro has been saving his money for a long time and wanted to get a Kindle with it.  He had about 60 dollars and was really close to being able to buy one when I mentioned it to a foxy lady in my ward, she said, "Well we have two and we don't use them, so before he buys one, have him talk to me."  So Jethro talked to her, and she sold him one for 20 bucks.  Jethro has since spent all of his time and money reading NEW books!!  He's a lucky kid.
  
• I took the kids to Bauhaus (the Home Depot/Lowes type store) one Saturday morning for them to participate in the Kids Club thingee, and the lady who is in charge was so happy to see us, and she exclaimed over Wyatt and said how cute he was, and said she loved my kids, and they were always so good, and she had missed us over the couple months we had missed since Wyatt was born and things.  (She said all this in German, but I understood the gist- and Jethro added that she said she had missed them.)  It is soooo nice when people are happy over my children.  I mean, in Switzerland where 6 kids is just so incredible, it makes me happy each and every time someone is sincerely encouraging/happy towards them as a whole.  (Okay, to be honest I'm pretty happy when people gush over my kids, be it in Switzerland or Utah or anywhere.)
• Brett says that Wyatt looks like me.
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• That reminds me, when I was in the hospital when Wyatt had RSV, there was another baby who had RSV who shared the room, and so I got to know his mother very well, since she spoke English very well and was nice and interesting and we were together for several days.  Anyway, she was pretty surprised that I had six kids, and she was there on a couple different occasions when a nurse would say 'Is this your first?' and then I would tell her I had six, and then she would proceed to make a gasping surprised face like a fish.  So one time I said to her, "Six to a Swiss person must be like what twelve would be to me."  And she said, "Yes, two kids is normal, three is modern, four is - they must REALLY like kids, and four is unthinkable."
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• Oh, that also reminds me of what someone said to me right after I had Wyatt.  It was my roommate's husband at the hospital right after I had Wyatt.  I asked them if it was their first baby and it was, and then he asked me if it was mine, and I said, "No, sixth." and he about fell over and gasped out, "Are you SURE??!!!"  Ha ha.  Yep, fairly certain. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• Orrin says more and more words every day.  It's so fun- he is such a funny kid.  I have been meaning for a long time to write about Hazel talking for him.  So, back when all he could say was pretty much yes or no (like way back in the summer), she would start asking him things, and he would nod or say no, and then she would INFER all these things that he mean, and then keep going further with it.  I'm not really explaining it well, I should have transcribed the conversation sometime, but anyway, she would infer all these things that he meant, just from herself saying more and more and him just nodding or not.  So Brett started saying, "What's that Orrin? Timmy fell down the well?"  Anyway, the whole thing was much funnier than my poor attempt to describe it.

  

  
  

• So one night I said something to Brett about this person's blog, and he said, "Who's that?"   and I said, "The photographer who's going to take our pictures when we go to Utah."   And he said, "We ain't gettin no pictures taken!"   And I said, "Why do you think if you use incorrect grammar it will help your argument?"   and he said, "...It sounds more obstinate."
  
•  So we have this book we use for scripture reading at night-- a BOM study guide thing, anyway, the other night it was on the topic of family history, and the book asked a couple questions.   'How much do you know about your ancestors?' and then it said to tell an inspiring story about one of your relatives.   So Brett asked the kids if any of them knew an inspiring story... and Jethro said he knew one.   And he said, "Once, Aunt Andrea fell in a pond and had leeches all over her body, and Aunt Megan was the only one who would pick them off."And we all agreed that that was, indeed, an inspiring story.   I'm glad I have such a heroic sister.
  
  
  
  
  
  
• Last night the kids taught Orrin to answer the question 'What is your name?' with 'Havoc.'  So very apt.
  
• So yesterday I told Talmage to clean his room, which was quite trashed. He comes skipping out a minute or two later and said he had finished it. I told him he could not have finished it in that amount of time, and went in, and sure enough- the main floor was clean, but everything was stuffed under the bed. So I pulled everything out from under the bed, and told him this time he had to actually put things where they go (as if this were the first time this concept were explained to him...), and brought in a garbage can so he could throw away the trash. He promptly comes out again and says he's done. So I look under the bed, and it actually looks pretty good. But then I turn around and spy, in the space between the open door and the wall-- everything. So, instead of just throwing the garbage into the garbage can, which was closer, he took it, along with everything else, behind the door. Boys are so... awesome.
• Kids are pretty fascinating creatures, in that they can scale any height, overcome any obstacle, climb up into any cupboard in order to get something that they want, but are completely incapable of doing... ANYTHING to put that something BACK.
• Orrin got a bad cold that made him wheeze and have a difficult time breathing.  Brett took him to the doctor and got him an inhaler thing, and he was much better by the next day.  Still has a super runny nose though.
•  Jethro: You should know more about bazookas than just that they're a weapon.

Me: Why would I ever need to know more about bazookas?
Jethro: In case someone is shooting one at you.
Me: How would knowing more about them help me in that situation?
Jethro: If they are, you should run TOWARDS the person shooting you, because if you're by them, they'd have to kill themselves in order to kill you.
Okay, that was actually pretty good information. Beware, anyone wanting to shoot me with a bazooka. I know what to do.

• At MukiDeutsch we dyed eggs the traditional Swiss way, which is putting flowers and herbs and leaves against the egg, wrapping it in a piece of nylons and boiling it in an onion skin bath.
  
• Easter was a snowy SLUSHY weekend.  We tried going out for awhile, but it was just so so wet.