More of the Same

Things are really busy for us these days. As time goes by we just get busier. I guess that is why people are excited to retire. They need a rest.

Most of the upheaval to our lives from the car accident is over. (I hate calling it an accident) Well I guess that is an exageration, but I have graduated from physical therapy so it is taking up less time. We still don't have our car back yet. I am having muscle spasms which are not fun but I don't have pain when I move, which is nice. I had to go the sentencing hearing a few weeks ago, again not fun.

I am plugging along in school. I don't really know what I was thinking going back to school right now. Sometimes I think I am crazy. I am stressed about getting my school work done most of the time and I am super nervous to actually finish and have to embark on a career.

Jon still loves his job at Dixie. He has decided to attend as many DSC sporting events with the kids this year as he can. Go Red Storm! He is gearing up for basketball season (as a ref, not a fan). He is still Elder's Quorum Pres. and a good husband.

Cricket is up to the same old tricks. She takes a lot of class and wants to be with friends when not at said classes. She says I am ruining her life because I won't buy her a cell phone. She would like Santa to bring her one, but if not she will settle for a laptop. I keep trying to explain to her that if anyone is getting a laptop it is me, but no one is in fact getting a laptop, but she keeps at it. Her attitude goes from much improved to she has the worst life ever. She is talkative and fun to be around, except when she's not. She is a party girl in the Nutcracker this year and her dad let Katie dye a bright blue window in her hair. I sure do love her, especially when she admits defeats and comes up to me and says "I need a hug."

I think Tilly gets sweeter as she gets older. When she does to something naughty and I scold her she looks at me like I am the meanest person ever being mean to the nicest person ever. She loves going to classes too, except she is stuggling with tumbling. It's not that she doesn't like it becasue she is always excited to go and she wants to learn new tricks. She also loves her coach. The problem is that tumbling doesn't get over until 8:20 and that is just too much for her. Every Wednesday night she bursts into tears as she is going to bed because staying up until 8:45 is excruciating for her.

Dewy is nuts. He has so much zest for life and is excited about everything. We have lengthy conversations everyday in which he asks me question after question until I am ready to die. At least ten times a day he says, "Oh yeah, you're right" after I tell him something. He still soy-dee, soy-dees me. If you know Dewy, you know what that means. He likes going to preschool, but still tries to fake sick to get out of Primary. He says betwards as in "The ball was coming straight betwards me." Today we had the following conversation:
Dewy: Mom what is this road made out of?
Me: Asphalt.
Dewy: What's assfart?

Singing Dewy

Dewy sings all day long. Usually a silly made up song to the tune of a real song. One morning he sang to the tune of the Dixie Plate Comercial. Today he sang this song, thinking this is really how it goes
Mary had a little land, little land, little land
Mary had a little land
Police are white as snow.

This and That

I know the universe was trying to teach me something yesterday when Tilly spilled half a gallon of chocolate milk in my newly cleaned kitchen. And by clean, I mean really really cleaned by a professional. And by spilled I mean it looked like a chocolate milk bomb exploded. There was shrapnel splashed onto all the shiny stainless steel appliances, the walls, and all over the inside of the refrigerator.

The country prosecutor called yesterday and asked me to come to court to talk to Judge Shumate for the sentencing on my crash. I am not calling it an accident because it wasn't one. I am not real excited about being in the same room with the person who hit me.

It says something that Dewy and Zaya both just went potty and when I yelled "Flush the toilet." They both had to run back to their perspective locations and flush the toilets. Now that is killing two birds with one stone, or flushing two toilets with one command.

The drama continues

Poor Dewy had his tonsils and adenoids removed and tubes put in his ears on Tuesday. He did pretty well that day but it went down hill from there. He has been pretty sore and hasn't eaten a whole lot. His breath smells like he swallowed a dead horse, but he is doing a little better.

Yesterday while I was at work, Jon finally decided that he had enough of Dewy's hair and he took the clippers to him. The problem is that the bleach had not grown out enough to the length that Jon cut it. The other problem is that Jon cut it all one length. Dewy no longer has a Mohawk. He now has a big yellow stripe down the middle of his dead. He is in pain and looks like a complete weirdo.

Asha got baptized yesterday. I will post some pictures tomorrow.

The Nut-Butter Crack

That is what Tilly called it the first time I took Cricket to it. She said, "I don't want to go to the Nut-butter Crack." That is what we call it now. It sounds disgusting I know.

Cricket and Tilly both tried out and got parts. Cricket will a girl in the party scene and Tilly is one of the Mother Hubbard Children. This is your open invitation to attend. The Nutcracker info is as follows:

PERFORMANCE DATES: Dec 17th, 18th, 20th, 21st

TIME: 7:30 (and Matinee Sat the 18th at 2:00)

PLACE: Desert Hills High School

TICKETS: $15 Adults, $10 Youth

We'll always have Pranzo

The highlight of my day was having my husband take me to lunch at Pranzo. It was far and away the best sandwich I have ever had in my life. Things went down hill from there.

I dropped Cricket off at dance and was headed home to have Activity Days. I was driving along minding my own business (with Dewy and Tilly in the car), when I was literally rammed from behind. My car spun out and around into oncoming traffic. All I could think about was getting the car under control. We ended up facing the opposite direction on the opposite side of the street. It happened so fast but it was all in slow motion. I really thought I was going to roll. I didn't see anything just the road in front of me. Just thinking about it is making me dizzy. After the few seconds it took to get the car under control, I became aware that Dewy and Tilly were both screaming. I got the car stopped and before I could turn around, Tilly said, "Mom Dewy fell out of his car seat." My hear sank. I had Dewy in the booster. He was sound asleep and I think when we started to spin out he must have hit the buckle because he had in fact come out of his seat belt. I had to crawl out because I couldn't get my door open. I went around to get him and thank god they were both alright. I honestly didn't know what happened. I never saw the guy coming. Well actually I didn't see him at all because he kept right on going. A few awesome people stopped to help. Lucky they were there to get a description of the car because I really saw nothing. The man behind me said that the guy passed him on the shoulder going about 80 and then just rammed when he got back on the road. One of our neighbors (a paramedic) saw my car and stopped. He made sure we were okay, got the scene under control, and let my kids sit in his truck so they weren't roasting by the side of the road. Thanks Ty! and thanks to his equally awesome wife who I called to go to my house because I didn't want activity day girls to be dropped off to an empty house. Thanks Michelle. The Smith's were my heroes today. About 90 seconds after the accident, while I was still on the phone with 911, the car that hit me sped past the scene going in the other direction. One of the witnesses got a partial plate. The police tracked him down and when they brought me the accident report, they said he was "out of it." He was going to the hospital and then jail. My car might be totalled, but we are all okay. My neck kind of hurts but hopefully it won't get worse.

I have cried more today than I have since Ryan died. I am thankful that my kids are alright. I am thankful for the good citizens who stopped because they saw what happened and wanted to help. I am thankful for my good neighbors who took care of me and called to check on me. I am thankful for my cute activity day girls who left love notes on my door. I really think someone was watching out for us today and keeping us safe. I am so lucky there wasn't a car coming in the other direction because I was on a pretty busy road.

I am not thankful that I now have to deal with insurance and getting my car fixed or not getting it fixed and having to find a new car. I am also very very angry at the man who did drugs or whatever and then got behind the wheel of his car. He could have killed one of my kids. Every time I think about it I want to rip his face off. I mean I am just furious inside. I know that is not very Christlike but I am.

Babysitting

I love to babysit my nephews. Mostly because when their parents are around they won't give me the time of day. When I was babysitting last night Ryan wanted me to hold him and hang out with him and he gave me kisses whenever I asked. And yes I gave him a bag of cookies and let him lick the brownie batter spoon. Give-and-take, that's what life is about, give-and-take.

On a totally different note, look what I did to my son: on purpose (Katie helped). I like it. Jon, not so much

Dewy says he is Ang, and he needs an airbending stick. I am pretty sure the first time I leave them home alone together I will come home to Dewy's shaved head.