In search of some adventure while Blake is in town, Tacky suggested that they go to the catacombs beneath Dana Point. Micah was obviously in, since this was reliving his childhood. They geared up and were ready to go. We women, stayed at home. Twenty minutes later, we women got a call that they were coming home. Poor Tacky’s finger was in the crossfire of the huge manhole cover (that weighs hundreds of pounds) slamming down.
All we women heard was, “Dude….it is gnarly — Thacker’s finger literally exploded! Like his fat is coming out of it, because it exploded!!!”
(I’m sure you can guess what non-discreet person was exclaiming that while Tacky was white as a ghost.)
Good thing I love all things medical!
Although I didn’t have my amazing supplies, I did get a hot screw to melt and puncture through his nail to relieve some of the pressure.
Tacky was in horrific pain — poor thing, and the whole night was a bust.
And to top it off, her made his way to the doctor the next day, to find out that the bone in his fingertip was shattered.
Adventure — yes.
Will it repeated — probably not.
Poor little Pips, who is the recipient of all pranks, jokes, and teasing which her siblings experienced before her.
Now they pass on what they know to the clueless baby of the family.
Today, one of the them let her hold a real lizard!
That was dead.
Fall Saturdays are usually spent watching football at the Denisons.
There is always tons of good food, and the kids are always up to something or another.
Like today, Great Grandpa and Great Grandma made the kids paper hats.
And at half time, Micah and Scout played catch.
It’s always a bummer to end the fun day, but the good news is….there is always another Saturday right around the corner.
I was cleaning up today, and ran across these beauties.
Just two pages of sentences, assigned from Bella.
They read:
“I will honor my other mother.”
and
“I will speak to Bella with respect.”
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Now I am just wondering who had to write these???
My educated guess is Scout.
From day one, this girl refuses to sit in a high chair.
Even in the one we have at home…that she “sits” in at least three times a day…she stands.
She NEVER sits.
And when she can (which is almost 100% of the time), she prefers to sit on the table, in the center of everyone, to do her eating and drinking.
We are 4 out of 4 in our family.
That is 4 out of my 4 kids, disobey the rules on the mall playground, and often times, get reprimanded by other mothers.
And if they aren’t being reprimanded, they are freaking out other mothers by doing “dangerous” things.
Nothing any of my kids has ever done is as cute as when Pippi comes down the stairs, and turns the corner to see everyone, and says, “Hi….Hi….Hi” as she waves hello at everyone. She is so stinking cute when she does it.
(But when she does it after she has snuck out of bed, the cute factor is completely erased from the equation.)
Dash is obsessed with his “Utah Lightning PackPack”.
I am not exaggerating when I say that he empties out the contents of it, to whomever will ooh and aah, at least four times a day.
Talk about a boy who is ready, and extremely excited to go to his own school this year!
Here is a big brother teaching a little sister how to spell in the bath.
And for one of the first times I have ever seen, she listened intently for a long time.
Poor Scout has kind of lived his life in trouble lately. I fell like the beginning of the school year (with less sleep, more responsibility, etc) kind of always throws my kids through a loop. Clearly he was pretty ticked at me when he went to bed for the night at 5:30 for being a stinky brother and son. But in true Scout fashion, he turned a sour moment into a sweet one. My boy has the most amazing ability to stop bad behavior and turn it right around.
And tonight, instead of sulking or continuing to be naughty, he found some supplies to make a “late birthday gift”.
After spending over an hour getting the circle cut properly, and the frame put back together, he messengered me the sweetest thing.
Now this little frame that says “I love you [heart] Scout” sits on my closet shelf as a most prized possession.
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