After a few adventures that we've had, it has been suggested to me that when I really feel flustered about something that my kids have done I should just take a picture and write about it. Doing this takes the focus off of the kids and lets me get it out with out hurting anyone. So here you go. The above picture is the sight of this mornings crime scene.
So for anyone that doesn't know already... Carter has become our "little devil." And I say that in the most loving way, of course. But this kid is giving me gray hairs already and I am too young to be getting gray hairs!!! There is a simple solution to my problems, and that is to lock him up while I am in the shower. Here is why....
Last week,
while I was in the shower he dug a dirty diaper out of the trash and spread it all over himself and the hallway outside my room. When I opened the door, there was his smiling face telling me, "It's yucky mama!" I gave him a bath and then had to change Caelyn's diaper and give her a bath because she had a nasty blow out. By the time I was done with her, Carter had already been in my bathroom spreading lotion all over the place and when I get down to clean it all up I see that he had also opened all of the individual contacts that my husband has and had drunk them ALL....$50 worth.
And then TODAY....
While I was in the shower, Caelyn was asleep in her crib. (I thought I was doing well to be getting my shower in while the baby was still asleep.) When I got out I listened, fulling expecting that she would be awake by now but I heard nothing but silence. Now any mother knows that no sound is not a good sound at all. So I quickly went to the baby's room where I found Carter standing above her, dumping and entire bottle of baby soap on her face. She is not screaming because she can't scream. Her eyes, nose, mouth and ears were covered with soap about a quarter of an inch thick. I go into panic mode because she can't breath. I run her face under the water in the bath tub and finally get her to scream but she still has trouble. She was screaming and then she would stop, gag, and go a little limp and then gag some more and scream again. By this time I am on the phone calling the dr., my mom, and my friends to take the other 2 kids and then poison control. I swear if I had not been so worried about Caelyn, Carter would have gotten the beating of his life.
NOT TO WORRY!! Caelyn ended up being fine. She spit up bubbles for a few hours and she hated it as I ran water over her eyes for 20 minutes but she didn't breath any in. I just have to thank Lindsay and Courtney and anyone in Child Watch that helped for taking care of Charly and Cater while I calmed down and took care of Caelyn. I also thank my Heavenly Father that made me realize that I needed to check out why things were so quiet. I can't imagine what could have happened had I waited only a few more minutes. Blessings all around despite all that went wrong.
Having fun at the All Staff Rally!
Carter so waisted from the long days that he can't make it through lunch.
Lindsay and me taking a break from packing at the old Y.
This is how small the infant area was at the old Y.
After a few adventures that we've had, it has been suggested to me that when I really feel flustered about something that my kids have done I should just take a picture and write about it. Doing this takes the focus off of the kids and lets me get it out with out hurting anyone. So here you go. The above picture is the sight of this mornings crime scene.
Dining Area
Living Room
Back View
Front View
Here are the pictures from our family reunion. In case you haven't noticed I am kind of updating everything a little at a time. I am so busy right now with work and kids that I just do what I can whenever I can. We had a blast at with the Thrap family in the beginning of August. The weather was perfect the whole time we were there. At the reunion was Great Grandma Thrap, her three children with their spouses, the 18 grandchildren with 4 of their spouses, and 9 1/2 great grandchildren (My sister-in-law Laura is due any day now). It all took place at a camp called Aspen Grove, put on by the BYU Alumni Association. The camp councilors are all BYU students. They split the kids up by age groups including the tiny ones and the councilors do things with them all day while the adults spend the day together going to family seminars and just playing around or relaxing together. My sister and law, Becca and I got up every morning and swam laps. It was the prettiest setting I have ever swam in, way up in the mountains, but the altitude made it real hard to breathe. 
One afternoon of the camp was dedicated to a little friendly competition. Each family competed in different events. We got scored according to how well we did each task and according to how good our cheer was. Our cheer was the best! If you know the "That's Not My Name" song then you can kind of hear what it sounded like but it went like this..."They call us Longhurst. They call us Richardson. That's not our name. That's not our name. From coast to coast, we win the most. Don't give us crap. Our name is Thrap and that's our...Name!" At the end of the week they announced the winner and of course we won!
