Monday, January 9, 2012

The Rest of the Story

Saturday night, Steve and I had just given our waitress at Jakers our order when we got a phone call from my mom.  I assumed it was about Carter.
I was wrong.

My mom told me in a voice that I can only describe as restrained panic that we needed to come home because Colby had re-broken his arm.
We rushed home, checked out a very sad, in pain Colby and rushed him to the ER.  We were taken back quickly by the charge nurse and Colby was given morphine within 20 minutes of our arrival.  I was happy about that.
Here Colby is on morphine.  Nice.
(I personally love this drug.  Had it in labor with Andrew.)
 If you look closely at Colby's right arm you can see that it is indeed broken.  We should have gotten a better picture of the "the bend" but we forgot.  I claim insanity brought on by stress.

Here is Colby after being sedated and splinted.  We are just waiting for him to wake up.

Here is Colby the next day.

Some of the things we learned through this experience:

Large exercise balls at Grandma's house can buck you off unexpectedly and cause the bone callouses from your previous broken arm to snap in half hence expelling the myth that callouses are as strong as bone.

Older brothers might see your broken arm and right away tell you how much it is going to cost your parents to fix it.  (we need to work on our sensitivity skills)

If you are carried into the ER and have what the nurse calls a "positive deformation" of the right arm, you don't have to wait, but are taken back immediately.

ER doctors won't let you have a drink of water, but they do provide a small bear to hug and free cable.

Morphine makes you funny.  It also makes you open your eyes and spout funny things when your parents think you are asleep and not listening.  Such as:
"I don't want surgery!"
"Colby, do you know what surgery is?"  
"No...but I still don't want it!"
and
"Carter broke his pancreas!"  
(when the nurse asked if anyone else in the family had ever broken any bones before.)

Your parents will laugh at you when you are mumbling in a morphine stupor.

Grandma's are really awesome because they stay at your house until almost midnight so both your mom and dad can be at the hospital with you.

Having your arm in traction to put your bones back in place is sickening to your mother.  She might hide behind the nurse and not look.  But your dad thinks it is cool.

When the Dr. tells your parents that the drug Ketamine will knock you out for 15 minutes...it will actually take six hours for you to wake up.
In this six hours, your mother will be very scared, the nurse will have to suction your mouth out because at one time she thought you were having a seizure, you will be admitted for observation because the Dr. is worried you will stop breathing, and you mother will have to spend the night on a hospital couch bed (but you are worth it so she doesn't mind).

When you wake up at four am, your mother will be very happy to see you...even though she looks really scary because of the hospital couch bed thing.

A new hospital is better than a hotel because they bring you bacon and frosted flakes to your room for breakfast, and then a milk shake and pudding two hours later.  They also have free cable just like the ER.
You will also be showered with gifts like a new blanket to take home and a large bin of toys.

Nurses who think you are really cute, will take better care of you.

Tylenol does not help with broken arm pain...morphine was much better.

When the Dr. tells you he will be in your room at 8:30 am to release you, he really means 11:45.   But he did come in his church duds so you will forgive him.

Being in the hospital makes everyone tired so you all skip church to stay home and take naps.


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In other news...things I would have been posting if I wasn't in the hospital with Colby.

Carter started guitar lessons.  It's adorable.  
However, he is learning very fast that playing guitar is hard work and makes your fingers sore.  We are not going to prick his left hand for a while per his request.

Saylor and her hair are insane.
She thinks she is queen of this castle and has even be heard yelling down the stairs at her brothers, "Stop it boys!"  I think I need to inform her of who is really in charge.

Saturday morning, Carter and Andrew spent their time wisely making Lego creations.  
This is Carter's.

This is Andrew's.
The times not showing me their creations was spent asking and re-asking if they could go to Grandma's house Wednesday night from 7/8 Central Time to watch the new Lego Ninjago show on Cartoon Network.   Sorry boys, watching a show at 7/8 central would keep you up past your 8/9 central bedtime.

The only reason they had so much free time to build with Legos on Saturday was because they spent Friday night doing this.  It was their "Idea of Awesomeness" as per Andrew.  For some odd reason I am not getting much flack about Saturday chores.  Beautiful.


I read all three of the Hunger Games series this week.  It's a good thing my children did chores, because I obviously was busy with something else.  The worst part of this...when my Kindle ran out of battery power at 10 am at the hospital.  There nothing left to do but stare at my darling child watching the cartoon network while sipping chocolate milk.  Good thing I love him and I feel he is worth watching.

  
Tonight I made the best dinner and I decided I need to document when I cook like this...for posterity sake.   It would also be a good idea for me to write down my best gluten free recipes.  So here goes...

Chicken and Rice Soup
(all measurements are approximate.  I wing this soup every time and it always turns out delicious)

Make chicken stock made from Costco Rotisserie Chicken after all the meat has been cleaned off.  Cover bones and skin with water in large pot and let simmer for at least two hours. 
Let chicken stock sit in fridge until fat comes to top.  Clean fat off and return stock to large pot and bring to boil.

While stock is coming to boil, caramelize in olive oil: 1/2 onion,  carrots peeled and sliced, and one garlic clove minced.  Cook until carrots are slightly tender and onions are translucent and soft.

Add about 1/4 c. uncooked, rinsed rice to boiling chicken stock.  The rice will need to simmer for at least twenty minutes.  Add onion and carrot mixture to let carrots finish cooking.
Season with dill and fresh pepper.  If you don't have enough liquid, you can add one can of chicken broth.
Right before you are about to serve soup, add cooked diced chicken.  (I usually use the chicken from the rotisserie chicken, but we ate it all earlier so I cooked and diced six or so chicken tenders.)  This way the meat doesn't get tough from boiling too long.
Boil just long enough to heat the chicken through and serve with Gluten Free Cornbread!

Seriously, this is my favorite soup!

Gluten Free Corn Bread
...or in other words, the best corn bread I have ever tasted in my life either gluten free or not!
This recipe comes from my sister Jolyn that she got from her darling mother in law and converted to gluten free.  It really should be called Corn Cake because it is that amazingly good.

With permission from my sister and her husband...

1 c. butter (and you wonder why it tastes so good)
1 1/2 c. sugar (get the picture?)
3 eggs (I halved the batch tonight and used 1 egg and 1 egg yolk.)
2 c. Domata gluten free flour (can use regular flour if you don't have the privilege of being a celiac)
4 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 c. cornmeal  (I recommend fine or medium grain)
1 c. milk

In large mixing bowl, combine butter and sugar and mix well.  Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each one.  Sift flour, baking powder, salt and cornmeal.  Alternate flour mixture and milk to creamed mixture.  Pour into greased 9x13 baking pan.  Bake at 350 for 35 minutes.  (I've noticed with my gluten free recipes that I need to cook them a little longer than normal.  I cook a half batch tonight for almost 45 minutes. )  Let sit for 5-10 minutes and enjoy with honey. They are so buttery you won't need anything else!

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Repeat offender



Guess where we have been for the past 18 hours?

More of the the story later, I'm going to take nap.  We are all tired.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

My two minute mute TV debut...and how NOT to accidentally eat gluten


I was on TV this morning for a whole two minutes.  I was there to help promote out elementary school's "Mad Scientist Day" and Science Fair, both which I am the parent coordinator for.  (this means I do all the paper work and behind the scenes organization.)  
I wasn't planning on saying much this morning, but ended up saying practically nothing.  I just stood there with my perfectly straightened hair and silver hoop earrings.  
(I got up way too early for this.)
The "interview" was fast and furious and our school was barely mentioned, a mistake I wouldn't let happen again if I had the chance.  I'm disappointed it didn't go differently, but lets be honest, how many people really watch KMVT at 6:45 am.

This man, however, was pretty awesome.  He wore those safety goggles with pride and blew up two hydrogen balloons on small town Idaho television.   Hydrogen is flammable...think Hindenbourg.  He sacrificed most of his arm hair for the sake of exciting science!  
The science fair season was started with a bang...and the smell of burnt hair.  
I'm hoping the next few months go a little easier than this mornings interview.


To ease my woes over my "interview- I mean standing there looking stupid" I took the kids out for drive-through for lunch.  I can't beat $1 any-size soda at Burger King and to go with it I ordered fries - unhealthy yes, but good for the woeful soul.  I can usually get away with eating fries without getting sick, even if they are fried in the same oil as some gluten.  As I was enjoying my greasy carbs, I thought, "man, these are pretty good, they have a real onion flavor today."   I then pulled out an onion ring.  blast!  
I have been in bathroom sick already.
TMI...I know.
Note to self:  check fry container for stowaway onion rings before enjoying.

But these babies were not contaminated with wayward onion rings and are indeed gluten free.  
My friend Nicole gave me some GF flour for Christmas (I think my favorite gift other than my silver hoops!)  and it has worked out better than anything I have tried.  It's delicious and barely grainy.  I might just be back in the 'cookie baking makes me happy' business.


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Our family went bowling Monday afternoon with our good friends the Wards.  After the boy's friends arrived they didn't sit still long enough for me to take pictures, so the following are all I got with my phone camera. 
What is up with this picture?  Well...Andrew officially wears the same size bowling shoes as his mother.
(and he officially has better looking ankles than me too)

He's a cute boy...oh I mean...kid...I mean pre-teen.

Carter is just fun.

Colby gives good crazy-eye stares.

Saylor and her best friend Jada.  
At least, they will be best friends once they grow up and learn to share toys. (that means you Saylor!)

Saturday, December 31, 2011

What're your plans...

"Hey Jay Berry, ya got plans for the new year?"
"Oh, I don't know LeRoy.  Maybe just sit here and whittle a bit."

Steve bought the boys dowels this morning so they could carve new wands.  (I'm guessing it has something to do with watching Harry Potter 1-3 yesterday.)  They have been busy on the porch, carving and enjoying the December sun for hours.  This picture scares me.  That is a stinking sharp knife...plus I'm noticing how bad Carter needs his fingernails cut.  I'm not sure which is worse.

Out of this did come a conversation worth saving:

Carter:  Dad!  You need to come outside, I need supervision. I haven't had knife safety in scouts yet!
Steve:  Here's your supervision...go outside and don't cut yourself.

Classic Dixon parenting.

But no really- I just paid off an $800 ER bill from Colby breaking his arm, I don't need another visit due to a self inflicted knife wound.

In other news, Steve brought this bad boy home for me today.  I think he is giving me a hint. 
Either, he wants the house cleaner (he did give me a step by step on how to use the machine...oh brother), or he wants me to work on my triceps.  This thing is a beast.
I'm trying to be grateful.  
(I would have rather had new jeans.)

Anyway...long story short, have a relaxed, clean and emergency room free New Year. 
I hope mine is.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Post Christmas Blahs

To say I have Post Christmas Blues would be wrong.
I'm not unhappy at all.
I'm just overwhelmingly lazy.

December has been a whirlwind and there were honestly days that I didn't sit down from 5:45 am clear until 10 at night when I could collapse into my bed.   Between school parties, family and friend parties, shopping, cleaning and cooking; Christmas has been tiring.   But it has also been wonderful.

However, yesterday I gave up being productive.  I stayed in my pjs all day and didn't accomplish one worthwhile thing...except for reading a book- an entire book.

 This device is going to be the death of productivity for me.
Steve bought it for me without realizing why I gave up reading years ago.  I don't have the ability to stop mid-book, and the entire world around me can collapse but I don't care until I've finished the story.
I read the book Cold Sassy Tree in its entirety yesterday.
That's a lot of hours sitting on my couch while my children run amuck.   "Luckily" Carter ran a fever and had a mild case of the trots, so my kids had full permission to watch movies all day.  (He's still sick this morning so our plans will most likely be the same today. I'm grateful for small stomach bugs.)

Cold Sassy Tree is a book about small town life in Georgia in 1906.  The family grandmother passes away and her widower remarries three weeks later.  It's written from the perspective of the 14 year old grandson...and I've learned that 14 year old boys can have dirty minds.  I read this book the first time when I was in highschool.  I think most of it went over my head back then, thank goodness.

Anyway, the point of writing all this...is that I'm being lazy and I have no desire to change my behavior. I know that next week will come, school will be back in, music lessons will start up , scouts will be scheduled, the science fair is coming and my life will be insane once again.

I'm going to enjoy sitting in my house, looking at Christmas decorations that need to be taken down, eating leftovers...again, and ignoring the general mess that is my home and children at the moment.

Blah.
I don't want to accomplish much.

But for the record, here is what our Christmas table looked like before Steve's family came over for dinner.  It was the first time I have had Christmas dinner in my own home.  I loved it.  I think I will make it a tradition to stay home every Christmas and have people over instead. 
(I don't decorate or get fancy for the life of me, so this set-up was a big stretch. )
  
Couldn't find a tablecloth to fit my square table without spending $40 or more, so we didn't have one.
Please note the snowflakes made by my 11 year old.

The boys wanted candles at the kids table.  I obliged...however silly they might look.
And no, I didn't make the darling "Merry Christmas" banner over my stairs.  I don't sew.  My amazing sister JaNae did.  I swear she's bewitched her sewing machine she is that good.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Christmas Photos #2 Favorite Presents and/or Facial expressions

Images From the Official After Church Present Opening.
(Seriously, I have never seen three little boys run out the the chapel that fast in my life.)

We've changed, our church clothes are hung up, and we are ready to open presents!

The "first" Santa gift of Christmas.
"I've always wanted this Mom!"

Can't fake this expression.

Happiness is a new baby to love.
(Even though Santa made a huge mistake of getting one that inadvertently looks like Dora. Gag.)

Faking a smile because it isn't fun to grow up and get underwear, socks and pajamas for Christmas, no matter how much you need them.

Life is really good with three airplanes.

"For me?"

"Long warm socks...just what I needed."

Measuring how good his Christmas is going.
"So so"
(a new jacket is a step up from underwear...but not by much.)

"I've received tons of toys so a new jacket is great!"

Waiting oh so patiently for the scanner to tell who the present belongs to.

"It's ALL mine!"

Finally Finally something FUN!

"What?  I get underwear too?
Blast!"

"Thanks Santa!"

Why did Santa even bring toys?

"Hey...only open one at a time."

His favorite gift.

 
J-Crew pose.

Loves his hoodie so much he put it on to finish opening presents.

A kindle and new pajamas for us.

Oh...and earrings for me.
They are so big they are almost goddy.  
Love them.

The aftermath.
"What...that's it?"

Christmas Photos #1

Early Christmas Eve, we let the kids open one present before heading off to Grandma Dixon's house for dinner and festivities. 
They were less than thrilled with their new thermal underwear/pjs.  My children do not appreciate my attempt to save money and kill two birds with one stone.  The boys all needed thermals for skiing, but I think they would have liked to open something more fun Christmas Eve.  
 #1 child's smile is as fake as it gets.
He was under threats of a canceled Christmas. (A threat I personally love.)

After a delicious dinner at the Dixon's and the traditional watching of the LDS movie "The Gift", we came home and promptly put the kiddos in bed.  I was surprised how quickly they brushed their teeth, jumped in bed and fell asleep.

I however could not sleep and got up in the middle of the night and noticed Santa had indeed come. 
I snooped around in surprise that my ratty children (love them) were spoiled to this extent by the Man in Red.
But I think he is trying to punish me...he brought two pillow pets.

He did however, leave a very interesting note. 
I appreciate Santa's efforts in getting us to church.

I do not appreciate Santa's stocking gift of pop-guns.  A constant stream of "pop!" "pop!" "pop!" could be heard from downstairs starting at 6am until 7:30 am. 
 (Please note the change in pjs...Carter and Andrew preferred the new pjs from Grandma over the thermals that I bought them.  Grandma's rule.)

We did let the kids open the presents from each other before church.  
Is that a knife my 11 year old is holding?
Yep.

Carter received a model airplane kit and three bottles of paint to finish his birdhouse that he and Steve constructed a few days ago.  Too bad my color blind son couldn't see the difference between the three earthy shades of brown, green and red. (Steve couldn't either!)


Colby got tools and and accessories for his tool box.

Who gave a two year old a candy cane at 8 am?  
Oh...that would be me.