Highlights

Today has been very eventful and it's only lunch time....

This morning I had to drag myself out of bed at 4:20 to drive Taylor less than a mile to our bishop's house so they could go to the temple and do baptisms for the dead at 5:00 a.m. I had a hard time getting back to sleep after that....

At 7:30 I had to drag myself out of bed (again) so I could be ready for some ladies to come over at 8:00 and do water aerobics in my pool. I had just put my suit on with a pair of running shorts over it, when I heard a thunk at my front door (it's now 7:40 a.m.)...

I go to the door to investigate the noise and find Taylor laying face down on the ground on the porch... is this some kind of trick? Then in the blurred moments that followed, I'm opening the door just at Bishop is running to the front porch. Taylor had passed out again and hit the front door on his way down this time. He has a small bump on his head to prove it, but no concussion. Turns out the bishop and boys in his car were sharing stories about greusome car crashes and the last one (the bishop told this one himself) did Taylor in. He got out of the car and made it to the front door before collapsing.... what am I going to do with this guy? Med school will NEVER be in his future! Don't worry, grandma, he's fine. I've been quizzing him with odd facts all day, checking his eyes for dialation and he hasn't taken a nap, even though he got up at 4:00 a.m.

Brayden's new "game" is role playing. The four kids are often the Ninja Turtles. Brayden is Leo, Ian is Raph, Taylor is Mikey and Megan is Donatello. Or, they are power rangers and everyone is assigned (by B) a color suit to wear. He is always blue. Now, they are Scooby Doo characters. Brayden is Scooby and he says that Ian is Shaggy, Taylor is Fred, Megan is Dapne and I get to be Velma. Lucky me! The thing is that he gets very mad if we don't play along... and Taylor NEVER wants to play along.

And the latest and greatest news... Brayden has an unpopped popcorn kernal in his ear canal. It's not stuck, but every time I try to fish it out with a rounded tip bobby pin, he jerks his head and foils the attempt. I really don't want to fork over half my "health fund" taking him to the doctor today so they can just tell me to hold him still while they pop it out. Taylor had a great idea we are going to try... make sure it's loose and then dunk him in the pool. Maybe the water will flush it right out of his ear! If that doesn't work, I'll throw him in the car and go for a ride until he falls asleep and then I can "work" without him jerking around... of course that might cost me a pretty penny in gas.

UPDATE: Swimming worked... it took longer than I thought it would, but it's gone and we are happy!

The Sight of Blood

The men in my life can't handle blood. Eric always got sick when donating blood and he threw up in the hallway when we took our first pregnancy/childbirth prep class way back in Provo. It was a humiliating experience for him. The childbirth video was more than he could take. In his defense, he never got sick in the delivery room. So, when it's crunch time he is fine. He's passed this problem onto our boys, too. Taylor passed out once at school (4th grade) when they watched a movie that showed a dog getting an injury and bleeding. He doesn't like blood... when he biffed it really bad hiking last summer, it took 3 people to keep him distracted while we cleaned up his bloody knees so he didn't pass out. Ian has this problem too... the first time we watched "The Other Side of Heaven" he passed out (in the pantry too...) when he saw the bloody feet incident. Since then, we are really careful about letting him watch movies with bloody scenes. It must be hereditary!

Tonight we finally watched Lost...(which deserves another post entirely...) and Taylor didn't handle watching Jack's apendectomy very well... he was in the kitchen and all of a sudden, we look up and he's laying on the floor in the pantry. He'd passed out again. Usually, when he does this, he wakes up the minute we touch him, but tonight it took a few seconds... it was probably 10 seconds, but felt like forever! It's a frightening thing to see your child unconcious... I don't recommend it! Thank goodness he didn't hit his head! Talk about a heart stopper!