Monday, September 28, 2009

Mind the Gap

Barbara Thompson spoke at the Genreal Relief Society meeting Saturday night about "Minding the Gap." I didn't think this would be the first gap I would be minding.

Sorry, I know that was a little graphic. But this picture...

just doesn't show you what we went through. She fell, face first (obviously!) onto the corner of our stone hearth, and was bleeding so much that Lexi asked, when we got back from the dentist, if she'd had to have a blood transfusion. I retrieved the tooth from her mouth and put it in some milk, Chad got a hold of one of our local dentists, and we headed to his home. Between calls to Aunt Paula, and Dr. Dalley's advice, we decided to not try to put her tooth back in. It just would most likely be a lot of pain and trauma for nothing. The other front tooth is loose too, and I just hope it rights itself.

We'd been to Dr. Dalley's home on another Sunday night, two or three years ago, when Samuel knocked his front two teeth out on the trampoline. When we left, Dr. Dalley gave us the code to his front gate just, you know, in case. We do have 4 other children who still have front teeth.

We put a net up around the trampoline shortly after Samuel's incident. Do they sell bumpers for hearths? I think I remember seeing one on Trading Spaces once, but it was made of Weight Watchers Hungry orange fur. Doesn't really go with the decor, but if it saves my children's teeth, I s'pose I'm willing.

Things For Which I Am Glad:

Sage still likes baby cereal.
My kitchen tea towels were already red.
That Sage has big blue eyes and pretty blond curls that will distract from her dental imperfections for the next five, six years.
A sister-in-law and a mother-in-law who came at a second's notice to take my children so we could leave.
A father-in-law who combed his resources for our dentist's cell phone number.
An aunt who knows teeth and could give us direction before we could even get a hold of a dentist.

That Sagey is Motrin'd up and for the moment has quit saying "Owie," and opening up her mouth for me to kiss it better.
And especially, for a dentist who is willing to let us interrupt his Sunday evening, again, and attend to our mishaps.

At least Sagey has good timing. Whatever she is for Halloween, it will be scary.

Monday, September 21, 2009

A Day On the Lake

For many reasons, (meetings, budgeoning bellies, babies who don't like to travel...) we decided not to go to San Diego for the annual Lewis family weekend on the beach. Instead, we had a "stay-cation", and did fun things closer to home. Thursday evening started our fun as we cooked up four different kinds of shrimp and pretended we were at Joe's Crab Shack, a tradition in San Diego. Friday night we did "Movie and pizza night", and went to see "Cloudy, With a Chance of Meatballs." Saturday was the day we'd all waited for! We were taking the boat out on Lake Mead, for our first solo run. We've been out before, but never without another, more experienced boatman along. Chad, however, did fabulously, and the kids had a great time. As you can see.
Sage was the only one who didn't try out the tube.

Our fearless pilot and his co-pilot

The brave ones got an extra wild ride.

What are those wooden women that are carved onto the front of huge ships called?... I can't remember, but Eden was ours.

The younger ones got back on for another ride, and Lex and Lil were slightly bored with the slower speed.

We parked in Cathedral Cove and dove in for a swim. Samuel wanted to climb the rock. So he did. The water was blissful, and being weightless, for me, was just a little bit o' heaven.

Gary was fearless, and jumped again and again into that bottomless water.

Eden, with Lily, swam back and forth between the boat and the shore, gathereing mussel shells and piling them on the back of the boat.
Then it was time to head home. Chad was nervous to dock, as he'd never done it before. On the second try, I jumped onto the dock and we clumsily tried to tie the boat alongside the pier. Samuel said, "You don't have to be emberassed, Dad. There's noone here to see." Just then, another boat puttered up, and the wife of its pilot tried to jump onto the pier, but she face-planted onto it instead. I felt so sorry for her, especially as I knew, because my dancing feet were telling me, that the surface of the pier was about 1000 degrees. She was ok, and Chad and I relaxed a little, knowing we weren't the only greenies on the lake. Anyway, a fun day, and maybe, with a little experience under our belts, it will be something we do more often.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

"...with exactness..." or not.

My gardening efforts have never been what you would call, well, successful. Our tomato plants produce beautiful flowers all summer, and fruit just in time for it to freeze. Our sweet corn ears are about four inches long, and instead of having nice rows of kernels, they have warts. Just like a frog. Our beans freeze. Our peas get scorched by the sun. Our sweet potatoes get bushy on top, but have scarcely any tubers under the ground. Our grapes get pulled out by the man who was building our deck, and the only pomegranate that didn't split last year (the first year our bushes produced anything) got picked by the kids at least a month before it was ready. The almond died, as did the plum and the apricots, and event he mint, THE MINT, bit the dust this year when the batteries died in our irrigation system. After seeing the successful gardens of my neighbors this year though, I realize I can't blame it ALL on fact that we get about 4 inches of rainfall a year, our summer winds are so hot they hurt, and our soil is so salty you could season your food with it. If you wanted to. There must be some things I could do better. So, I researched and bought the 11-52 fertilizer that's supposed to be perfect for out alkali soil. (The man at the Intermountain Farmers Association wanted to know if I was planting a field of alfalfa, because that's what most people do with it. No, just a garden. His eyebrows about crawled off his forehead, and he suggested about six other products. When he realized I was determined, he finally filled me a 50 pound bag, the smallest he could, from the bulk fertilizer section. By now I was seriously doubting that anyone actually gardens with this stuff, but we shall see.) I also looked up the plants that you can plant in our area in September and decided I would be strict. No fudging and planting some things that are recommended for August or October. It must be September. So, that left me with carrots, broccoli, spinach, and onions. I bought packets of those, Chad tilled in the fertilizer and some compost, raked it all for me, and then I took over. Now, six months pregnant does not lend itself well to bending over and measureing the spacing between seeds. At all. And all my seed packets said to plant 1/4 to 1/2 inches deep. What the heck! Despite all of Chad's dutiful raking, my garden plot still looked like a well trodden beach. And I didn't see the rake anywhere. How am I supposed to get things uniformly 1/4 inch deep? I hoed my rows. Not with the point of the hoe, but with the flat side. I leveled out the row and flicked the excess dirt to the side. Then, I took handfulls of seeds and scattered them up and down the rows. I did this till all the seed packets were empty. (Oh, not the broccoli. I started them in six pack plastic containers because... you're supposed to, right?) The packets said I'd have to thin them out later anyway, and it's not like you can't eat that baby spinach or carrot or onion that you pulled. We might as well eat lots of it. Oh, and I also sowed carrots in the future brocoli row, because, carrots grow down, broccoli grows up, we might as well use all the space we've got, right? And my packet wasn't empty yet. Then I hoed the dirt back onto the rows, but realized I couldn't really tell where my rows had been, so I just shuffled all the dirt around a bit and tromped everything down. I figure that when the seedlings come up we will know where to arrange the irrigation lines. So anyway, if it's worth mentioning, I will tell you how it turns out. I may never space me seeds again. Then again, I may become a diligent spacer. We will see. At any rate, it will have been a learning experience.

Monday, September 7, 2009


Photos of our trip:I wanted to get awesome pictures of the kids at Charlie Creek Park because I knew it would be beautiful there. I was semi-successful.
I got some great ones of Eden in front of the waterfall.


I got one of Gary about to go onto the picture-taking rock, that was just barely in the water.

Then he fell IN the waterfall, and that was the end of that photo shoot.
For the rest of the hike he was shirtless, wet and cold, not to mention not too smiley.

He did enjoy the creek though, with the minnows, this,

and this.

Later in our stay, the kids got brave enough to try the September water in my parents' pond.

It's so peaceful there. Floating here is where I "go" when I'm in labor. Which doesn't help at all, according to my anesthesiologist. Well, not compared to an epidural, no.

But it sure beats where I "am" at the time.

We made the rounds to visit all the grandparents, and I only took pics of our day in Logansport, visiting Grandma Bevelhimer. I love this picture of my Dad pushing Gary.

Chad and Dad cranked homemade icecream. Yes, that is motor oil behind Dad's leg. The secret ingredient? I didn't ask. I just ate.

This girl and her balloon were absolutely joyful.


Then all the kids rode the historic carousel, complete with rings to grab and everything, though I don't think any of my kids could reach them. Chad grabbed pleanty for them, two-at-a-time even, but no gold ones.

Then we went back to my parents and squeezed in one more meal before we had to go. Mom's Island Pork Salad and sweet corn from the garden. Does it get any better than that?
We did so much more that I didn't personally get pictures of. Chad caught a huge King Salmon in Lake Michigan with my dad and brothers. We went to the Lake cottage and Eden found a big SNAKE, which my sister, Kara, the snake hunter, caught and held for the brave to pet. We went to Grandma Coffman's and got so many mosquito bites I was worried our nursery leader would think my littles had a disease and wouldn't let them come in on Sunday. We met little Emma and Lucas --so sweet!-- We played games and cooked and talked and just ENJOYED being home. All too short! Love, to Indiana!