Guess what's buried in our backyard?

My kiddos went to play on the side of the yard today and found a hole with something furry moving around inside. Baby rabbits! Aren't they cute?...as long as they don't eat my garden :)

Injured Again....but oh so loved

It could have been a very, very tough couple of weeks and at times it definitely has been but I have had dear friends and family wrap their arms around me in love and I am forever grateful. I reinjured my back, hips, pelvis-whatever you want to call that region. I've been to chiropractors, physical therapists, surgeons-had acupuncture, traction, electrical stimulations, massage, long sessions of icing and many consultations. I am wearing a support belt again. Tomorrow I have three MRI's scheduled-one where iodine will be injected into my hip to get a better image. There is possible surgery looming. I've been diagnosed with a sprained pelvis and lower back, with a probable bulging disc and disc degeneration, with a pelvis that can't hold its position, with hips that aren't sitting correctly and with labral hip tears. And that's without the MRIs. After a week of lying down I can now sit and walk a little, a "slight" change in lifestyle since I had been prepping for my first triathalon that was supposed to be this weekend. My children and husband have felt the lack of ability in their mother/wife especially when I can't pick up my son or have my kids snuggle up or keep the house clean. Every single day though I have had phone calls, texts, letters. Friends stop by to visit or clean up my home. I've had meals brought in and friends take care of my kids. I've had family and friends come from out of state and country to help and visit. I have literally been encircled in the arms of love and when I have felt that I was slacking in fulfilling my Church calling in Young Women's I have been reminded by those I work with that the girls can still feel my love, that this is temporary and that it's okay to take some time to get better. The amazing thing is that I have had this love shown to me every SINGLE day of this injury. Friends from all walks of life. It has lifted my spirits, renewed my hope and helped me better understand love. Thank you! Blessed am I!

Sewer Saga

Guess who threw her only known key to her car down here?

And guess who was her hero and rescued them? Oh yeah! I'm just really grateful for a husband who doesn't give up!

The story goes as follows: I was walking to a fireside in the dark half an hour away from home when my keys literally flew out of my hands and clink, clank, CLUNK down the sewer they went. The next day my dear husband brought a hanger, jammed his head down the sewer drain and with the aid of a flashlight and lots of prayers found them, brought them up (They were a good three and a half feet underground.) and earned himself a homemade pie! I love him and his poor scraped skull and sore neck! He's the best!

What do you do on a Saturday-aka driving lessons

We work on a car that we are trying to sell, only to have it die again leading to this.

And this.

Our cute little five year old learned the method of steering a powerless steering wheel while her parents pushed with all their might. The joys.

Bleach Mishaps?

I started the load of white linen one final time in hopes that this new bleach would eradicate the chocolate stains that were all over the Relief Society's white tablecloths. This was my last chance as my last few tries had left the chocolate as one with the tablecloth, a brown smudge dotting the cloths. Not experienced in the usage of bleach in a washing machine I read the directions and decided to double the amount called for per load. It couldn't hurt, I thought.

After half and hour the house was filled with the smell of bleach as sweet thoughts of once again white linen that I could in good faith return to the Relief Society filled my mind. Thus finishing making family night treats with my daughter I went to check on the load. It was wonderful. Everything was bright white. I was musing on whether I should rinse the load once more as it smelled strongly of chlorine when I looked down at my feet and noticed a long puddle of water. No! I thought. There's no way. I quickly threw down a nice green kitchen towel to clean up the water and to my utter amazement the nice green towel quickly gained huge white splotches as it soaked up the "water". Apparently the one time that my washer decided to leak was the time that I had it filled with brand new and quite volatile bleach. "Who cares about the smell of the tablecloths I thought as I threw them in the dryer. I just hope there's not enough bleach left to eat holes in them."

It just so happened that at that exact moment my baby started screaming from his swing, my daughter needed me to move things for her, the oven timer was beeping and I was tracking bleach everywhere. In a triage situation you quickly determine what needs action most urgently and act accordingly. Obviously the bleach won, to an extent. I grabbed the laundry baskets off the floor, moved the boxes of food that were right by the washing machine as well as the big tupperware container, quickly mopped the bleach that I could see with my sad little "once green" towel, then ran to the bathtub to rinse my shoes. I didn't want to risk holes in them as they were my favorite pair. Lacking the luxury of time, I just stood in the bathtub in an inch of water then quickly dried them on the floor mat by stomping a couple of times and ran to put our family night treat in the oven, comfort the baby and look up in time to see a squirrel trying to get into my bird cage. Aaaa! I ran outside clapping at the little rodent until he finally got the point and ran. Then I ran back inside took the treat out of the oven, decided that the bleach water under the washing would just have to dry on its own (hopefully leaving no further stains), sat down for a second to breathe and hoped that on top of everything else I hadn't fumigated our quaker parrot. Ah yes, the typical day of a mother of young children, a wonderful day sprinkled with moments of madness throughout. The slightly ironic thing is that I had just looked at my washroom today and thought that I really needed to clean it out. Be very, very careful of the things you hope for. :)

Things a Mom Does to Accomplish

Some days are better than others. Today was well, a day. I put my two oldest in quiet time for an hour and my baby in his swing in front of a window with a view of a tree because he is mesmerized by the leaves. And then what did I do? I went and cleaned my bathroom for an hour, something I haven't been able to do for a few months.

After this I asked the kids if they wanted birthday cake for lunch which they joyfully accepted. Feeling slightly guilty since I normally feed them very healthy food I also gave them fresh veges and fruit. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I know this time will pass quickly but sometimes I feel the length of the days and the demands on the mom. I don't know if I earn the amusing mom or bad mom award today but I hope to get a chuckle from this someday.