Meet Mac

Long time, no see. It's been a while. No excuses, just life. Two of the munchkins started school last week. Haileigh is in her last year of elementary! GASP! Makes me feel so old. Hunter started first grade at a new school. We submitted an application for the Spanish dual-immersion program and his name was selected in the lottery. Less than two weeks after starting school, he is teaching his sisters songs in Spanish.

So, he has a new little nickname, Mac. Every morning when we drop him off at school, he spends about 5 minutes kissing and hugging me and his sisters. It's so bad, I am getting nasty looks from other moms dropping their kids off at school...don't know if it's because they are jealous or that I'm holding up the line.

Hunter had a really rough first week of school. He would come home with an attitude and bawl and scream hysterically every single night. He is doing much better now, but it was tough to go through.

I hate to admit it, but it's been fun with just the two little girls at home. Today we headed out for a Starbucks and pedicures. Although they only got their fingernails painted...shhhh! They don't know the difference:)

Little Ballerina

My cute little FiFi had her first ballet/tap recital. She did amazing, but was a little scared with all the people in the audience. She does this funny face when she is scared or nervous. She sucks in her checks and looks like a little fish!

She loved wearing the make-up. After getting it all applied (which was a stretch for me because I usually only wear mascara), she asked if she can wear make-up to church. 4 going on 20! Sheesh!

Spring Break

This is how we spent our spring break. It was relaxing, fun, and productive!

After the three worst months of my life, everything seems to be getting back to normal. Things I have let slide are getting done. I have been crafting and sewing and decorating! I even made pillows to match my new bedding today...after getting my butt kicked at a 5am workout class! WoooHooo!

Oink! Oink!

As I sit here with my brain in a complete fog, I figured it would be a good time to update my blog. Unfortunately, nothing exciting is going on in my life and I really don't have much to blog about. You see, when you're recovering from the most massively horrible illness you have ever had (a.k.a. H1N1 or the swine flu) life seems to just pass you by.

I called Aaron last Thursday and told him I wanted to go to Cafe Rio for dinner (sadly for me, he agreed). An hour later, I called him on the phone and told him I was too sick to go. It hit me that fast and I honestly thought I would go insane from the skull crushing headache and painful body ache. Friday it was so bad, I begged to go to the hospital or doctor. My dad drove out here to get the little munchkins (who were having the time of their lives destroying the house and eating everything in sight) and Aaron got off work to take me to the doctor.

My doctor took one look at me and said you have the flu, he walked out of the room and back with a swab. I thought he was going to swab my throat, but oh no, he shoved that thing so far into my nose it made my eyes cross! He said he was going to go culture it, came back to tell me it would take about 10 minutes. He walked out the door and within seconds walked back in and told me I had the H1N1 flu. He said he has never seen results that fast...lucky me! NOT! He said that he could give me a prescription for Tamiflu or...his office was doing research on a study drug and I could make money. So I took the money option. I get to have my blood drawn twice a day and those stinking swabs shoved up my nose. Oh the joy! But...the money will be a nice chunk of change towards a new camera.

In other news, I never did clarify that Aaron did not get hit by a car...I just thought he did. We aren't that lucky. If he did, I don't think we would have the medical bills we now have.

Also, I decided against posting the talk I gave at my grandma's funeral. While it had some fun stories about my grandma, it was just too raw and personal. The funeral was beautiful, her casket was white and she had the most stunning flowers I have ever seen. I still can't believe she is gone.

My Sweet Grandma

It is difficult to write this post, as I know nothing I write will ever come close to expressing the great loss I feel and the deep love I have for my grandma. My sweet grandma passed away on Tuesday. We believe she had a stroke.

I have been working with my mom and sister the past couple of days making funeral arrangments. While mortified, I will be speaking at her funeral. I just got finished writing my talk...I have so many wonderful memories of my grandma. It is hard to fit everything into a short talk. After her funeral on Wednesday, I will post the talk.

My grandma was a sweet, sincere, and loving person. She was so incredibly beautiful inside and out! Her obituary may be viewed at SL Tribune or Goff Mortuary and then clicking on LuRee Eklund.

My family was so blessed to have her in our lives, but we know she is with Grandpa now and is so very happy!

Neglect

As I was trying to fall asleep last night, my mind kept writing and re-writing this blog post for me. It's been so long since I have even looked at my own blog that I couldn't figure out how to login! I have really good excuses...where do I start?

Back in November, Aaron, my mom, and I took the kids on a 10 day vacation to sunny California. We had an amazing time. I took beautiful pictures of my munchkins playing on the beach for the first time. I had great intentions of sharing the details when we got home. Well, when we got home, we discovered someone had gotten a hold of our debit card information and wiped out our account! Yikes!!!

After getting that fun little situation taken care of, Thanksgiving happened, FiFi's birthday happened, and then I happened to get the flu. While recovering from the flu, I won tickets to a Kurt Bestor concert. The day of the concert it snowed...bad. But apparently only like a mile or two around our house. Aaron went out to shovel the snow so Haileigh and I could go to the concert.

While getting ready, I heard the garage door open and took off running when I heard Aaron hysterically screaming my name. (Panic! Pure PANIC! I thought Hunter had been hit by a car.) No, it was my sweet husband...after slipping, falling, and then lying in the street for 20 minutes, he had crawled on his hands and knees from the street, up the drive way, through the garage, and up the stairs into our house...with a BROKEN LEG! Yes, a badly broken leg. One that cause his foot to no longer be attached to his leg. His foot was flopping...dangling...

After rushing him to the ER, they got him prepared for the 'worst case scenario' (take it from me...you don't want to be prepared for that), admitted him, and performed a 2 hour long surgery on his leg.

An 8 inch titanium plate and 10 screws later and his foot is now secured to his leg. That was 5 weeks and 2 days ago. And I have barely maintained my sanity! Barely...seriously. Five kids is a lot of work *wink*!

See...told ya I had a really good excuse for neglecting my blog!

On another sad note, my camera bit the dust. No more pretty pictures for a while...sorry!