Whitney's Treadmill Encounter

Our Happy Whitney Girl
Playing Puppy + The Treadmill =

one huge hair ball, 2x2inch bald spot, one sad girl praying
that it will grow back very fast!

I cringe looking at these pictures! I know treadmills are dangerous, but ours wasn't even plugged in. Whitney and the boys were playing puppy crawling on all fours and making the treadmill belt move very slowly. Before they knew it Whitney was stuck and screaming as her hair was wrapped around the front rod that holds the belt. It took Jeff and I about 5 minutes to untangle her as she cried; please don't cut my hair, please don't cut my hair. As we unraveled it one lovely piece that had already been yanked out at the roots fell into my hands. I tried to hide it from her, but when she saw it she went ballistic---I'm going to be so ugly! Jeff & I couldn't believe what we were seeing. Part of us was laughing because of the the whole situation and the things that she was saying, and the other part was crying with her because we cannot imagine a lock that enormous being ripped out our scalp. I ran for the camera and had to reassure her that she was so luck, the huge bald spot is one that we can hide with her hair down, and even with pony tails (Thank goodness.) We unfortunately will not be styling her hair only half up for quite a while! She told me to not tell anyone, and that it will be our little secret. (So much for putting it on our blog.) She does want to call Grandma and tell her the hideous story--always comfort with Grandma.

Open Mouth, Insert Wyatt!

Our little Wyatt is always giving us the laugh of the day, and today was no exception. We were at Walker's baseball game, sitting in the car because it was in the 40's here in Idaho in June. A cute little boy, who was about 3 years old walked past our car. He had a rather round head with short hair that stood up all over. He said "Hey Mom. Look at that cute little HUMAN!" Where do they come up with these things?

A few weeks ago, Jolyn, my sister was visiting and we were picking up Walker from school and then leaving for Twin. An unfortunate, LARGE woman walked in front of us (in the car again). Jolyn & I commented on how sorry we felt for her. Wyatt then piped us and told us what he saw (I am editing his words). I explained to him that we need to be kind and we don't say things like that because it will hurt peoples feelings, and that we would never want to do that...etc. He then became very excited with his comeback answer and it was-----I know what sssssshe needs! (Wy has a lisp and says his ss's out of the side of his mouth) SSSSSShe needs earplugsssss!
I love those moments when you are seriously belly laughing, but trying to hide your laughter, as to not encourage your young children! I don't remember what I ended up explaining to him, but I think we might need some etiquette lessons for our little HUMAN!

Reality

A little bit of bittersweet reality has hit me tonight. I am old! Our oldest, Walker, turned 9 years old this past weekend. Jeff & I cannot believe how fast time flies---where has it gone! Walker is a joy to us, as our other 3 are as well. We cannot imagine how boring (but yet peaceful) life would be without them. Our house is so crazy 51% of the time. Jeff was busy today taking some of our old tapes from our rather dinosaur-ish video camera and transferring them to DVD. We laughed and laughed at our children and the cute things they used to do. We loved remembering Whitney as a three year old with adorable toddler talk, Wyatt learning how to walk and imitating animals, and Walker as a 4 year old telling a ghost story. We were so surprised at how their voices, mannerisms and movements resemble each other. We enjoyed each others company today. I get teary eyed when I think of my children growing too old. I know it is reality, but I pray that I can enjoy the moment now, and not wish my life away, but that my memories and recollections, of when my children were small will be always fresh in mind. I am blessed.