Thank goodness for swimming lessons.

Yesterday was Ty's last day of swimming lessons. As we were walking in we had quite an intesting conversation. I will share it with you;
Ty: "Good thing I took swimming lessons so that all my sins could get washed away."
Me: "Why does swimming lessons wash away all of your sins?"
Ty: "Because the water is warm, and it gets in my nose and ears, so it is just like getting baptized."
Me: (long pause...who the heck is his primary teacher?) "You're right Ty. It's a good thing for swimming lessons?)

Where's Ty?

Preface to this story: Ty is my good child. Don't get me wrong, they are all "good children". Ty is seriously an angel. He does whatever I tell him whenever I tell him to do it. He is seriously just a good boy. That being said, the last two days he has turned into a monster. Not oveying, back talking, fighting, and just being a normal rambunctious boy, really. It had really made me fear what the future is going to bring if he keeps this attitude up. Now, on to the story.
Today I dropped Ty off at swimming lessons. His teachers encourage parents to leave their children there because they feel they do better for some reason....The lessons are for 45 min. Today was his second day of the season.
I watched as he ran in, then I went on my merry little way to run a quick errand. 11:00 rolls around so I hurry back to pick him up. When I got there he wasn't waiting by the mailbox like he was yesterday. I wait a few more minutes assuming that his class has just run a little longer today. Then I realize that kids are now showing up for the next class. So I hopped out of my car and ran into the pool area to ask his teacher if she saw him get out of the pool and where he went. "Ty? Ty didn't come to lessons today," she said. And then I got that huge pit on my stomach, mothers, you know what I am talking about. I dropped him off here 45 mintues ago. One of the other mothers heard us talking, "Are you talking about Tyrus? I saw him walking that way (pointing the direction to our house) a few minutes ago." Panic struck. "Are serious?" I ran to my car as fast as I could and went from 0-60 in about five seconds. I drove all the way to the end of the road. No sign of him. I rounded the corner and far off in the distance I think I can see him walking on the side of the road. I speeded ahead, and sure enough, there he was. About two miles away from the pool. "Ty! What'g going on?" To my suprise, he was totally fine. Not crying, sot scared....."Why did you leave swimming?" "I just waited for you forever and you didn't come, so I am just walking home." "But Ty, I'm not late. Did you do your lesson?" " "Yea. It was just really short today." "Short? What do you mean?" "I just got in the pool, then we had free time, then she just said everyone out of the pool. Time for the next class." Then I put the pieces together. He showed up a little bit early, just in time to catch the end of the earlier class. He jumped in thinking that it was his class, and the teacher didn't even see him get in. (The kids are in and out diving, and going off the slide, etc.) It was an honest mistake. I took him back to tell the teachers that I had located my lost son. I was shaking like crazy, sick to death and totally on the verge of a break down. I tried to keep a hold of myself so I didn't totally freak Ty out. We figured out what had happened, and they invited him to stay for the class that was then going on. He stayed (and so did I, of course). Though it makes me sick to think of what could have happened to him, I am just so so grateful that he is ok.
The moral of this story is: Even if your kids are totally driving you crazy and you feel like you can't stand your mommy role for one more second, there will come a time that you realize that your kids are your life and there is no place that you'd rather be.

the Walmart Fall-Apart

The other day I had my kids scheduled for a well child check. Ironically Bentlee got sick the night before, but luckily I could have her check up instead of her well visit. I have talked about how I hate trying to get out with three kids, and the Dr.'s office is no exception. I load up two fighting kids and one sick baby and drive to logan. The wait at the Dr's office was long, though it wasn't that bad. They have and indoor tree house for the kids to play in along with toy tables and videos,etc. So we wait for about 30 min, then they call us back. We do the normal weigh them, talk about how they eat and poop, then time for shots. Ty was out this time, he was all caught up to go to Kindergarten, But Kam and Bentlee were not so lucky. I had decided that I was going to put of Bentlees shots this time because she was so sick. (She gets croup/RSV practically every other month. I think that she is going to have asthma like Ty) But I put off the last set for this same reason so her Ped. talked me into getting them anyway. We go through shots, and lived. Then off to walmart to pick up vitamin prescriptions. By the time we reach Walmart it had been about 1.5-2 hours from arriving at the Dr's office. Needless to say, Kids were fighting, Baby was crying, and I was about to. We head over to the pharmacy counter and wait in line just to find out that the meds haven't been called in yet. Ok, thats fine. I do have to grab a few things. The kids will be ok for a few more minutes. 30 min later, I have the basics, back to the pharmacy line. Wait for another 15 to find out they still haven't called it in. Sigh! Ok , off to the toys to keep the kids busy. Up and down all the toy aisles, then back in line. By this time, Carrying Bentlee while she is crying and fevering, pushing Kamdynn in the baby seat of the cart, Crying and fighting with ty, and dragging Ty along side of the cart fighting with Kamdynn and whining to go home. We're all hungry, we're all tired, and why the heck is the AC not on in walmart in JULY! 20 min waiting in line, to find out, you guessed it..still no call. Holy crap, It is time to take matters into my own hands. I had all ready opened the Tylenol, some snacks, and a drink. I decide to call the peds office to remind them about the call. 1:03- answering machine says"...We're sorry ....lunch is from 1:00-2:00 Bla! bla! BLA!" OK, now I an fuming and about to give my children to the Customer Service Desk as returns. Forget about the medicine, lets get out of this hole. So me and fifty seven other people wait in one of the only two check stand lines open until I finally can get rung up and get out of here. Hilariously, by this time I have managed to round up some $250 of groceries. So thay have my groceries bagged, by total, and I hand them my check. Then come the three words....DU DU Dun! "Do you have ID?' Well no I don't. You always run my check as a debit. Why would you ask me for my ID? "Oh just because we got a new system that requires us to put in your DL number." WEll you're in luck. I just happen to have my DL # memorized. "Well I'm sorry mam, I can't do that. I have to see the picture. I can hold your groceries while you run to your car and grab it. " Do I have my ID in my car, of course not. "Can you run to the bank and grab some cash?" Well no I can not and will not. I like in Tremonton and I have been lugging around this circus for the last two hours waiting for my prescription. I will just go to the CS Desk. They will let me check out there. "Oh wait one moment mam, I can't let you do that. I will call a CSR over." Well hello CSR, (you know, those CS Reps that are mad that they have to work at walmart while trying to pay for school so they are one a Walmart power trip?) I'm sorry mam, I have to see the ID or if I take your check I can loose my job. So I ask for a manager. Well hello Mr. Manager. These fine employees of yours are saying that they can't take this check (it was a business check, mind you) with out my ID. I have no ID, I live in Tremonton, and I have no cash. "Well Gee mam, I guess there's nothing I can do." Seriously, I have my # memorized. I can tell it to you so you can type it in. "I can't do that. How do I know it;s really you? " (Ya, because like my ID still looks the same as I do 3 kids later) so, you know what I did? My eyes started to water. Then I started to cry...then I down right started to bawl just like my 3 kids as I unloaded my bagged groceries onto the walmart floor. Yes, they made me give them all back. Would not let me use my check. Can someone give a girl a break? Seriously. What a nightmare. I get out to the car, still bawling, and call to tell Josh at work (ya, really what is he going to do about it, but I still had to tell him). "Sorry, Diz. Don't know what to tell ya." Needless to say, I am not Anti-Walmarti. Wanna join me?

Busted a What?

I have come to realize that my kids hate the smell of Clorox. Every time I use it they complain about it. I was using it to sanatize the kitchen sink while the kids were upstairs playing. They came running down the stairs and into the kitchen and immediately I hear Ty say "WOW! Who busted a grumpy?" What the heck? Where did these kids come from?

Kamdynn's Prayer

Kamdynn said the prayer all by herself for lunch today. It went as follows;
"Heavenly Father...please bless that tomorrow I will grow up and turn into Cinderella...Amen.

Ty's lucky shirt

If any of you know my little boy Ty, you know that pajamas are his clothing of choice. Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate comfort just as much as the next person. But when I say he likes Pj's I mean seriously has a liking for Pj's. Someimtes, sneeking them under his church clothes. Or, will turn down going to the store with me or playing with a friend because he knows that I will make him get dressed. Really, a bit O.C.D.ish, yes, I know. The other day we were getting ready to go somewhere. I gently broke the news to him that we were going to have to actually wear daytime clothing so that we could leave the house. I followed him to his room to see if there were any shirts that I could talk him into. I allready know the rules:
1. No collars
2. No long sleeves
3. No layering shirts
4. Long pants preferred
5. Plain T's preferred
Yes, it is very hard for me, being a mother who finds joy in the fashion of her children. So I start looking for something that fits all the criteria that won't cause too much of a fight. I see a brown T shirt that I remember he approves of. "look Ty, you can wear this!" "OK!" he says, "that is my lucky shirt!" And presto- dressed in a flash.
Later that day Ty had gone "#2" and was yelling for me to come assist in the wiping area. So I go in the bathroom, do my favorite mommy duty, then done.
"Only one wipe?" Ty asks curiously. "Yup. Only one wipe" I reasured. "One wipe and you're done?" "Yes, Ty. One wipe and totally done."
"See mom, I knew this was my lucky shirt."

Brotherly Love

Ever since Kamdynn was born Ty really hasn't quite taken a liking to her. She, on the other hand, thinks Ty is the coolest person she knows. I have tried to use the passing of my big brother as a teaching instrument for my kids. One day I sat them down and had a long talk with them about how they need to love each other and not say things that they will one day regret...Like how I can't give my brother a hug and tell him I love him anymore. I tried to tell Ty that when Kamdynn says that he looks handsome or that she loves him he should say she looks pretty, or that he loves her too, because there might come a day when he wishes he could say it and not have a chance to. Yesterday as they were playing I overheard a conversation that reconfirmed that they were actually listening:
Kamdynn: "I love you Ty."
Ty: (long silent pause) Sigh..."I love you too Kamdynn....(another long silent pause)..."but you sure are irritating."