The Last Seven Days....

The Past Week has been a mad house around my house. Xander who has always been very much a boy, in that he has a new scrape or bruise or hurt daily. He hit even his quota this week. It started of with a stuffy nose and a simple case a clearing the throat and a few spiting incidents, this turned into strep (but at least we avoided the swine flu that he had been worrying about all weekend, I have never seen an eight yr old who was not OCD was his hands so much.) Then just as he was getting back on his feet he was knocked off again literally by the tire swing that decided to use his head as a ping pong ball between it and the metal pole that it is perched on.(I am sure it did not decided to do this all on it's own but with a little help from the girls outside.) No he did not crack it open but yes there was a concussion. Apparently 3 and a half hours in the ER and this injury was not enough for him. And the fact that it was after midnight and we had just returned from the hospital and he was not walking all that straight did not even phase him. And certainty if he had been old enough to drive they would have told him not to do that, but all this aside he immediately tried to ride his bike! I say tried because of course you are getting the point here that he could not. And now he lye in the drive with a gash in his leg and road rash up and down his leg and arm. I know You asking your self were was I? right! I had gone in my mothers house to retrieve my daughter to go home. Xander had followed me in, kissed grandma and then returned to the car, or so I thought, until I heard the scream.
Xander's concern was that we had to go all the way back to the hospital. We did not, His dad got him cleaned up and bandaged and returned home.(Yes his battle cry even woke his dad and step mom.) Needless to say he made it through the night and another whole day with out getting hit in the head again with the same tire swing. (Maybe it does have a mind of it's own and it is out to get him?)
He did manage to make it back to school and finish out the week, with 100% on his spelling test. But he did get side tracked at the Zoo while taking a restroom break and was gone for over 25 min so I had to have security help track him down. (Every place needs those FAMILY restrooms, so single mom's (or Dad's) don't get that look when they take there son in the restroom with them or stand outside the men's waiting for their CHILD!) But today is a new day and so far no calls from school, and other than eating three times his normal breakfast (growth spurt, I knew you were thinking it) things seem to be going smooth. Thank God.

My Mind is becoming mush....

There are so many things out there that I have decided that I want to write about and that I think need to be discussed that my mind simply just turned to mush in order to protect itself and you from my ramblings, because honestly if I had the time or the right form I would be going off on everything.
Okay I have to talk about this.
Take for instance I was driving on 300 west near McDonald's and turned in to get a drink, there was a man hold a sign that said something to the effect that he was homeless and hungry, my first thought was I could afford to by this man lunch, I went through my wallet and decided that I would have to for go my drink but I have food at home. Before I could get out of the car he had walked away. I thought okay he made enough to buy himself lunch, but then I notice he met up with another man in similar attire (they could have been in uniforms, blue sweatshirt that zipped up, blue ball cap and dirty jeans) gave him the sign and sat down outside McDonald's and took a smoke break. I guess the union of the unemployed panhandlers association even allows 15 min smoke breaks.

From the mouths of Babes....

My Daughter, Lily is Six and has noticed over the last ten months the new construction of a now complete and completely vacant building that sits at the end of our block.
She ask yesterday as we drove by it why nobody is "living" in it. I said well they probably have not found a use for it yet.
"Well" She said "I am sure the homeless people could find a use for it, we should write to them and tell them they could use it."
I was completely taken back by this comment and the only thing I could think to say is "How would we let them know?" She of course had answer to that.
"The same way we let them know there are toys for them at Christmas." She said.
She had it all figured out in here head.
"Dear homeless, We have a building in the Cottonwood Heights area that is not being used that you can use. Thank you. Lily.
If only it were really that easy. and the answers could all be solved that simply.

Well It has Been Eight Years!

I can not believe that eight years yesterday I was giving birth to my son Xander. It seems like a dream. I took cupcakes to his class so they could share his Birthday with him and they were able to ask all kinds of questions, things that I had not thought about in a long time. Things he has not seemed interested in as of yet but I am sure he will one day. Events, names, times, he knows where he was born that all that he seemed to care about, and really whether he had hair then or not does not matter he has it know.

I was watching video of him on his second birthday and he does not speak very much at all, one maybe two words, I knew he did not talk much but I did not realize how little until a comment I made in the video about his infant sister babbling more than Xander spoke. You would never know it by the way he uses words know, he still does not talk a lot but he uses them when needed and they are correct and he reads out loud so he has a very large vocabulary but he still uses his words sparingly.

What am I thinking?

Have you ever walked in on a conversation and just caught the end, or read something that was not intended for your eyes and immediately thought that what was being said or written was about you? It is horrible to feel like the earth totally revolves around you and that everyone is talking and writing about you at all times. Not to mention a bit self centered and CRAZY! And I hate when I feel that way. The instant sickness in the pit of my stomach or the pangs of pain in my heart. Ahhhhhhh.... (me screaming)
I work hard on not letting those crazy emotions in but sometimes I can't help it. I know deep somewhere that my life is not the center of every body's thoughts but some days I can not convince my head of that...

The New Year Has started off with a bang!

So there are several people from my past that I have not talked to or seen in years, not because I did not want to but mostly because of moves or changes and we have lost touch. Well the last two months I think I have seen more of my old friends than my recent friends, or at least I have talked to more of them, through varies forms of contact, facebook has been a real conduit of most things remembered.

The Great Debate!

Does Santa Exist?

What do you tell a six year old, that has tears in her eyes, because an adult with a "heart two sizes two small" told her that he does not.

I tell my child this...

Santa is in your heart...he helps us to remember to give to others...he reminds us to be good and kind to others...he helps us to remember that no matter what we have or don't there are others that might not have anything...and serving or giving of ourselves is more important than objects.

Santa helps us keep the spirit of giving in our heart, and if we believe in Santa we believe that giving is more important that it is to receive. He gives to everybody asking for nothing in return.

Christmas is about Jesus and his birth and his great life, he is the gift that GOD gave us.
I am only saying that for most children even if they understand God's gift and understand Jesus and his sacrifice. Santa is more tangible to children.