911

Okay, I always get meat, potatoes, bread, etc. stuck in my esophagus. It hurts like a bugger but I can usually dislodge it myself by either forcing it down or back up. Last week, it was just stuck. I took a drink of water trying to force it down and ended up puking and inhaling everything! I thought that I was going to die. This was by far the worst case that I have ever had. I was home alone with the kids. Hayes had gone to bed sick and it was just Kalon, Dally, Chansy and I. It scared Kalon to death. Somehow, I made it though the night convulsing and puking constantly (I couldn't swallow my own spit because of the blockage) and hit the ER the next day for an endoscopy. Since then, Kalon has been questioning me about what he should do. He has been really concerned when it has happened before anyway, so we started learning about 911. We borrowed Dally's pink princess Aurora phone, learned the numbers to push, learned his address and what to say and do. Then we had a trial run with me pretending to choke. He did a really good job. So, then I told him that you could call ANYTIME that you had a bad emergency and they would send help. Our next emergency scenario was Dally being hit by a car with broken legs and arms and blood everywhere (he helped me make it up). As Dally's laying on the floor, Kalon dials 911(on the pink princess phone) and explains the situation. Then he tells the pretend person on the other end, "Hold on a minute, I need to take a picture of all this blood" as he walks toward Dally with the pretend camera phone pointed towards her. BOYS!

Captain Jack Sanpitch

My husband is amazing! Have I mentioned that before? Well, he is. He is the best husband and father that I could even imagine! He is so good to me and the kids worship the ground he walks on. We just spent a couple of days at his mom's reunion and the theme was "Pirates of the Sanpitch". She had Earl dress up as Captain Jack and attack the kids on the first night. It was a hit. He dueled with every kid there and made there whole day. His mom had made swords and sold them at the store so by the second day, EVERY kid had a sword. Captain Jack decided to make a special appearance on the second night as a surprise to everyone. He came bounding over a 6 foot high fence with a holler and yelled that he was back to claim his revenge. Needless to say, every kid at the reunion (grandkids, great-grands, cousins) came running to him armed to the teeth. He jumped up, jumped down, ran, climbed and made sure that his sword touched every kids there. He was amazing! He has to have the body of a teenager to do what he did. Then he made my night-He found his fair lady and gave her a kiss. WOOHOOO!!!

Holden, Porter, and Chansy- all born withing a month of each other.

Dad and Dally dancing.

Warren(my father in law) making everyone cry at the ping pong table.

Here lamb,lamb,lamb,lamb...

I grew up doing 4-H lambs. I didn't always enjoy it but the money part was GREAT! I was so glad when I sold my last lamb at 18 and thought that I would NEVER do show lambs again. So, the town where we live has a "Lamb Day" in the middle of July. NEVER have I been tempted to see the lamb show or have any interest in it. In fact, I've gone out of my way to avoid it. Well, the lady that I visit teach somehow talked me into letting Hayes and Kalon show lambs. I thought- okay, this will be good for then. Hayes can also use the money to buy his own school clothes. Earl was not so easy to convince! He never showed lambs. He even said that he would rather have him show a steer or even a pig at the fair. Way too much work for an overstressed Mommy! Finally Earl said that if we want to try it that we could- but we were going to be on our own. Grandpa Kent got us a ewe lamb and even "wethered" one of his buck lambs for us. So, here I go again. This time around it is even kind of fun. I love to watch the lambs buck and jump and drag my kids. Sad I know- but it brings back so many memories. I am even chuckling while I type this. I do makes sure that they don't get hurt or that it doesn't get too wild or crazy. The weirdest thing about this is... I enjoy it for me. I am so excited at how big the lambs are getting and how much better they are getting to lead. I love watching them DEVOUR the grain mix that they love. I still dread the "show" part of things (including all the prep). I'll never forget the disgusting smell of Ivory dish soap on wet lamb wool. YUCK! But, I guess that we'll keep going with one thought to bouy us up. The lamb sale here is one month SOONER than the fair. More money for less time and work. Countdown to sale...45 days left!