I love to laugh!

And Luke is frequently the one that makes that happen for me. Here are a few pics of him that tell it all. Okay, well maybe I'll have to explain a wee bit. Luke has always loved picking up dog poop, back at our old house he would often ask to do this. All he had to say was "pooh-pooh?" and we knew what he meant. So yesterday Danny was outside filling in the trenches in our yard (the 2 month long ordeal...not filling trenches, but getting sprinklers in the yard, but that's for another post) and Luke wanted to be outside with his shovel as well. Where Danny was working was very close to the "pooh-pooh" corner and Luke thought that sounded more fun than digging in the dirt. So I look out the window and see that Danny has grabbed the "pooh-pooh" bucket for him. Luke proceeded to pick up poop for about 20 minutes. No joke. And I have to say, he almost got it all! Not bad for a wee kid. The imagery of it just made me laugh, so I grabbed the camera.

"I got it momma, it's right here!"

Notice the smile on his face. He's in a bit o' heaven.





















So today I was in the kitchen while Luke was yelling at me "blankie on" over and over. I couldn't see him so I thought he was on the couch "ouch" as he calls it. I started over to the couch to get his blanket when I realized he was not on the couch, but indeed on the dogs bed. He'd given them the boot and took over their favorite spot. The dogs are thinking "what else is new!"


And then he asks for the chips. Doesn't get much better than that eh?

Yes, he makes me laugh every day. One of my favorite sayings of his is "momma, atch this" and then he'll do a little trick for me. Sometimes his tricks are just showing his teeth, or blinking his eyes, but sometimes he'll get real crazy and kick his legs or something clever like that. Or lately he'll say, "hat George say?" (yah doesn't say his w's real well, if at all) and I'll proceed to make monkey noises. He's talking about Curious George. His new found fascination...George and "TB" (t.v.).

Luke's fun surgery

So we had the all too fun opportunity of going through surgery with lil' Luke. I pretty much rotted his teeth by letting him fall asleep with milk in his mouth... never mind all the hundreds of other women that have done that and never had an issue. That's just our luck. So at 20 months old he went under general anesthesia and had six crowns and three fillings put in his mouth. I know, awesome!!!! But it gets better. He couldn't eat anything past midnight the night before, which meant 6:00 pm for him when he last ate supper before bedtime. He had some apple juice at seven in the morning the next day and that was it until after surgery. He did better than I expected, he definitely asked for food and water, but handled it pretty well. When he realized that I wasn't giving in, he started asking for different types of food and when that didn't work, he starting asking if he could eat at different locations, like "Cade house." I finally said yes to that knowing we wouldn't get there until after surgery, so that sufficed. He was schedule for 11:00 am, we were in the waiting room at 10:45 am, but waited in there for THREE HOURS, not even kidding. I started going crazy. I started throwing out threats with lots of huffing and puffing. He fell asleep for a bit which helped, but after the second hour of waiting we had to get out of that room and walk, we walked around and around the pre-op and post-op circle. Everyone was talking to Luke, commenting how cute he was and he paid no attention to anyone, I personally don't think he had the energy to, walking was probably hard enough. I missed the picture of a lifetime (because I didn't bring the camera) when we finally found the wagon where the toys were. We circled in that for about 4 laps when we went back to the toys and he wanted to bring the xylophone in the wagon with him, so we put it on his lap and off we went again...circling. He plunked away on the xylophone, on the same note, without looking at it, with not even a care in the world and didn't pay any attention to the smiles and the laughs that he got as we did three more laps before the anesthesiologist finally came and found us. I wish I would've gotten a picture of him in the wagon with the xylophone. Arrrgggghhhhh. But, the moment had finally come. Hall-le-freakin-lujah!!! They gave him a relaxant so he wouldn't freak out as much when they took him away from us. Yes, I had a few teary moments. He cried, and I cried. Two and a half hours later we saw him and we managed to get Carrie's camera from her so we got a few shots of him.

As soon as he came out he seemed like he could hardly keep his eyes open but the nursed asked him if he wanted some apple juice and he perked right up. He drank a glass and a half of apple juice without stopping. But he was so sleepy that he was out again after he finished it.


He didn't stop eating the rest of the night until bedtime. He could only eat soft foods, so he went crazy on the muffins that April had made when we stopped at "Cade house" after. His diaper leaked three nights in a row, I think it was a combo of the IV and the amount he drank afterward. His mouth is totally healed and amazingly enough kids don't really even need pain killers after mouth surgery. I still gave him some though, just in case. Kids are amazing! Not something I would recommend going through though to anyone.

Fall in the EC

So we found this great little hike up Ephraim Canyon. It's super easy for the wee ones, but is absolutely gorgeous right now. The aspens are amazing. I've been up there 4 times this week. I think we caught it at the perfect time. We took 50 pictures the first time we went and then when I went up with just Luke, I took 124...yah, got a little snap happy.

SYTYCD all gone wrong!

So yesterday I did something really stupid, it made me laugh for at least 5 minutes. Just imagine with me. Luke and I were watching, well I was watching, the Sound of Music. I started dancing just to entertain Luke, he thinks it's hilarious when I dance and he usually joins in. Anyway, I started to get a little cheeky thinking I could try some REAL dance moves like SYTYCD (So You Think You Can Dance). I decided, without really deciding, it just happened, to do a split kick, not the kind that Katee did when Joshua caught her on his arms (for those of you that remember that dance from the season), just a touch my toes type of split kick. I think my feet got about 6 inches off the ground (but that might be an exaggeration too) when the pain shot through the groin crumpling me to the ground in a heap. I laid there rolling in pain and laughing, holding my crotch, like a little boy that had just been nailed, for some time. Luke thought it was hilarious and laughed as hard as I was laughing. I don't think I should try out next season eh?

Is it "off the wagon" or "on the wagon"

Or is it actually "on the band-wagon?" I'm not a recovering alcoholic, so maybe band-wagon is what I'm looking for. I always struggle to get cliche's right. But I've done it, not sure why I've been resisting for so long, but through much persuasion of some friends I've now created my own blog. With my background in the web world one would think I would jump at the chance...but I guess you could say I tend to resist "the band-wagon" as long as possible. Not a characteristic that's endearing or even always practical, but nevertheless, I choose to resist!