Three Stories

Story #1

I thought I would throw in how things are going now, in the midst of all my catching up. If you are a Facebook friend, you have probably read about our little adventure on Sunday.

The kids and I get to church and I go into Jeff's office to grab all of our name tags and then I start heading down the hall. The kids have already ran to the front of the church, which is on the complete opposite side of Jeff's office. The next thing I know is the fire alarms are going off, lights are flashing on the alarms, and a lady is telling everyone to exit the building. I see my kids pop out from the front and Preston is pointing at Kaylie. I just turn around and head right back to Jeff's office.

I walk in there and he asks what's going on. I just informed him that I think it was one of our kids and he can go deal with it. As we walk out of the office, everyone is chuckling and trying to decide, do I exit or stay in. Our worship leader made the call, and said we might as well go out and get the practice. Thankfully, this happened around 9:00, 30 minutes before church starts, and not too many people were there.

One kind man, was on top of things and immediately called and told them it was a false alarm but the firemen still have to come out. There were no sirens, only lights, but my kids were out front jumping and waving them to the right place. Once the firemen came, I had to go finish my morning duties.

Later that night Jeff filled me in on the rest of the firemen story....

When the firemen were filing out of the firetruck, Jeff went out and met the "man in charge" and let him know that it was a kid in the church who pulled the alarm and "could you talk to 'em." The fireman said, "Yea, where's the BOY." Jeff said, "Actually, it was my four year old daughter who pulled it." I then had to ask what the reaction of the fireman was and Jeff said he smiled and then asked where she was.

At that point, from what I gather, Kaylie was under one of the secretaries desks on a shelf curled up in a ball.

I asked, "Jeff, were you able to get her out."

"Yeah, but not until the firemen left."

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Story #2

We had just gotten home after eating out, after church. There had been some discussion whether or not to make the kids lay down to rest. Originally I thought, "No, because then they could go to bed early." But then I realized if they don't lay down then Jeff and I can't take naps.

Somewhere in the mix of getting everything into the house from church, the kids had hooked up and started playing with a couple of neighborhood girls. Jeff and I sat on the couch and were talking about the day and the next thing we know, Landon runs in and says Kaylie was hit with a dart and it's sticking out of her arm. Just seconds later, Kaylie walks in with blood dripping down her arm, no dart.

Jeff immediately jumps up and asks if I want to take care of her or go outside and take care of things. I chose her.

Come to find out, the two older boys grabbed the darts out of the garage (which they aren't suppose to touch without adult supervision) and take them out in the front yard. I think they started with just throwing them up in the air and letting them land in the grass. But somewhere in that short 15 minutes of being home, Preston challenges Tanner with, "I bet you can't hit me with that [the dart]." So that is where the game begins. Three boys, which are mine, and four girls, only one is mine, is playing dodge the dart. At first the game was Tanner throwing the darts at everyone else and then a neighbor girl decided to join Tanner's team and then it was 2 against 5.

Once again, from what I can gather. Kaylie getting hit with the dart was an "accident". She was picking a dart up off the ground when she got in the way of the dart Tanner threw.

Jeff sent all the neighbors home and made our kids come in. It took a little while to get the story out and then we sent them to bed while Jeff and I were going to talk about the consequences. The next day was when they were dealt the full punishment.

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Story #3

This one isn't about the kids, but just a little update on myself.

Yesterday, right after lunch I started getting sharp pains on my right side, right underneath the rib cage. It wasn't a constant pain, but when it came, it was very intense and it took by breath away. The very first pain lasted maybe a couple of minutes, but after that, it would only last seconds. After not sleeping last night, I decided I would go to a walk-in clinic as soon as they opened.

Apparently when they say they open at 8:00, that's not what it really means, because that's when I showed up and there were 3-4 people in front of me. Anyhoo...to make this short... they did a urinalysis, and they found blood and the my white blood cells were high. The PA thought that probably meant infection, BUT it could be kidney stones or gallbladder. She gave me an antibiotic, not penicillin based, which reading the possible side effects will bring you to your knees, they are so scary. She also said she could do a CT Scan. After talking to Jeff we decided to go ahead and schedule the scan, I got a call about 30 minutes later and she wondered if I could go in, in about 2 hours.

Got my CT scan done just fine, and then I got a call saying that it was negative for kidney stones and that it was normal. That apparently means there were no gallstones or anything else causing my pain and nausea. That is a praise! Now we can just pray that all is taken care of with this antibiotic and that the medicine will do only good and no harm. (Coincidentally, my dad was just put on the same exact medicine because his incision wound is now infected.) As my mom says, "You and your dad are bonding over this." :o)

That's my past few days...hope yours has been a little better!?!