Chicken Pox: Part Two

Ethan, Libby and Grace had the decency to all get chicken pox at the same time.  It was a long 10 days but eventually everyone's pox had healed enough to go out in public.  The hardest part of chicken pox was being house-bound, especially as everyone felt pretty good the whole time.   With everyone healed we reveled in our freedom.  We went to church, the Discovery Center, the dollar store; wherever we wanted and it was marvelous.

Four days later the kids announced they found spots on Sam while I was showering.  After a longer than usual shower I came out to verify their findings.  Sam did in fact have chicken pox.  Gah!  House-bound AGAIN!

That evening I had class and Michael was supposed to fix his sister's computer.  After verifying his sister had already had chicken pox he decided to proceed as planned and take the family over to his sister's.  Sam was on board.  Moments before we both headed out Sam announced, "I am going to pook and then I am going to go to Aunt Amy's".  He then nonchalantly proceeded to the bathroom.  A few minutes later I realized he hadn't returned so I went to check. 

He decided he needed a nap more than he needed to "pook" but he would prepare for either eventuality.  I picked up a soundly sleeping kid from off the toilet who looked at me and said, "But I wanted to pook!"  Being the stellar parents we are Michael still went to his sister's with all the kids.  The only rough part was when Michael tried to buckle Sam in the car:

"I wanted to pook and then go to Aunt Amy's!"

"You did puke," Michael told him, vainly trying to convince Sam that he had puked.  Sam wasn't going to have any of it.

"No I didn't!" he cried.

Thankfully he was appeased when Michael ran back into the house and brought back the designated "puke bowl" for Sam to use if needed.  He never did get sick.  He did fall fast asleep on the toilet though.  That's a story we will always have to treasure.

A Really Frightful Halloween

The costumes were arranged.  The trick or treat route was planned.  The pumpkins were carved.  We were ready.  We knew it would be a bit of a crazy day due to having homeschool co-op, it being my birthday, and the fact that I had to attend my class but we had it all planned with military precision.  It was going to work!

Wednesday evening Ethan started complaining about feeling sick; headaches and general malaise.  I called my mother and she said she could babysit until 2:30 on Thursday if needed so I could take the others to co-op and the promised Halloween party.  As we don't usually get home until closer to 4:00, Michael planned to go to work at 6:00 a.m. so he could get home in time.  My planning was falling apart but we could still make it work.

Thursday, the big day dawned.  Michael went to work before it dawned and I got up to find Ethan feeling crummy and with two suspicious dots on his body.  My mom came over and I loaded everyone else up and left.  We did our normal four classes at co-op and then it was party time!  While putting Grace in her costume she was acting fussy but I figured she would be okay for another half hour.  Even the promise of candy wasn't making her feel better.  Then Libby came out in her costume and I saw red spots on her chest.  With chicken pox making the rounds among our friends I had a pretty good idea of what the spots meant.  I probably should have loaded everyone in the car at that point but I figured she had already exposed everyone at that point anyway.  I would give her fifteen minutes to collect candy and then we would scoot.

When I arrived home Ethan had a bunch more spots and Grace started sporting a couple as well.  Halloween plans were officially canceled. We were scary enough without Halloween costumes.

We did manage to celebrate my birthday though.  Michael got me the cookbook I asked for and beautiful flowers and Libby made me a beaded decoration. Michael even made, from scratch, cannolis for my birthday as I haven't found a good one in Boise.

Mmmm...delicious! 

There was no trick-or-treating so after my class we watched "Hocus Pocus", popped some popcorn and stayed up way too late.  Over the next couple days the kids received enough pity candy from neighbors, aunts, and our friends to make up for not being able to go out on Halloween.  I might need to go steal a Snickers or two.

Halloween Prep

Aunt Kristal came over for our fun-filled evening.  We started by performing a small concert of "Boil 'Em Cabbage Down" for her enjoyment.  There are no videos.  It is much better without the audio so feel blessed.

Ignore the dog-eaten blinds in the background.  I will get around to buying new window coverings, it just isn't high on my priority list.

We then got to the fun part of the evening:  Playing with knives and guttin' some pumpkins!

Michael and I carved pumpkins for the little ones.  They told us what design they wanted and we endeavored to create them. 

Everyone with their creation.  Ethan carved two pumpkins.  The little one was a puking pumpkin.  He saved the guts and had them spewing out of the pumpkin's mouth on our front porch.  The squirrels were in heaven and there were pumpkins guts everywhere.  By Halloween night the squirrels had even eaten the face off the pukin' pumpkin.  Darn squirrels.

All the glowing glory.  We couldn't have been more ready for Halloween.

Dad's Weekend

My oldest niece decided to get married.  Her wedding was in Havre, Montana.  If you drive straight through, without a single stop, it will take 10 1/2 hours in the car.  After a brief discussion Michael and I decided not to take the kids to the wedding.  Somehow one whole day in the car, one day to enjoy the wedding, and then another whole day in the car didn't seem like a fun family outing.  Instead it was decided I would go and he would stay home with the kids.  While I was driving my sister and my deaf divorced parents around the western United States, Michael and the kids played.

 

He took the kids to Farmstead's Homeschool Day.  We would have liked to have gone together but homeschool day is so much cheaper and is the only way we can justify the expense.  Regular admission is just crazy.

They jumped.

They swung.

The got buried in the corn.

It seems they may have even ended up in the slammer.  This is the part of the weekend they don't talk about much.

They even went through the corn maze.  The little ones rode in style while Michael pulled them in a wagon.  I think that officially makes him a better sport than me.

They also each picked a little pumpkin to bring home.  Meanwhile I am in the car, stopping every two hours because someone needed to use the potty.  We arrived in Havre to find ourselves in a whirlwind of activity.  The wedding was the next morning at 11:00 so we all pitched in to finish the flowers, decorate some sheet cakes and in general try to be helpful house guests.

On Saturday Libby had a Halloween party.  She wanted to be a princess.  Michael's sister, Amy, volunteered to help her be truly glamorous.  She came over and did Libby's makeup (much better than I ever would have) and helped her get dressed.

Gorgeous, isn't she?

I was in Montana getting ready for the wedding.  I have no pictures as Michael had the camera.  I watched my niece marry the man she loves and I kept busy helping serve and clean up.  After the wedding, the portion of the family who weren't newly married went on a hike.  I wish I had the pictures to share.  We ended up on top of a mountain looking down over the aspens turning yellow.  We could even see Canada.  I need to see if I can track down some pictures.

Sunday, Michael took all the kids to church while I loaded back into the van and drove, and drove, and drove.  Thanks to a stop at Craters of the Moon and a stop to help a stranded motorist our trip home took 14 1/2 hours.  I got home at 8:20.  I had barely put the car in park before children exploded out of my house looking for me.  It was beyond wonderful to finally be home.  And nobody was dead nor had the house exploded.  Michael did a great job.  Now I know I can leave for a long weekend every now and then.  Hawaii here I come!

Dryer Days

My dryer and I have been compromising all summer long.  As long as I hung out most of the clothes it would grudgingly dry an occasional load.  It would take a couple of cycles but it would dry them.

Once the cooler weather hit my dryer decided it was done playing and gave up heating entirely.  Thankfully I have a friend who had a dryer she wasn't using that she brought by.  It heats up and dries everything in one cycle!  It's amazing.  Meanwhile we had our dryer sitting out in our yard, which we can all agree is a fabulous look.  I mentioned to Michael that said friend said we should be able to get $30 or so for our old dryer at the recycling center.  She even offered to drive it there on her trailer next time she was in town.

Michael and I agreed that it would be silly to have her come back in to help us out.  We have a minivan and a trailer and the recycling center is less than a mile from our house.  We could figure this out.  So Michael did figure it out.  He loaded it on his bike trailer!

 

The neighbor lent him some straps and Michael started off.  Upon arriving at the recycling center a mile from our house he found it closed.  He had missed it by six minutes.  He asked if there was another recycling center close and was directed to one nearly four miles away and up a steep hill.  Michael was not to be deterred and jumped on his bike.  Just before he left the first recycling center a perfect stranger snapped a photo of his load.  Once he was in the general vicinity of the recycling center he stopped at Lowes to ask for more specific directions to the recycling center.  While there he ran into a coworker of his who also needed to snap a photo.

After traveling a total of 5.5 miles since leaving the house, he pulled into the recycling center.  He unloaded the dryer, threw it on the scale where it weighed in at 110 pounds.  The the recycling guy said "Two dollars and twenty cents."  Michael thought he misheard, but then he was handed two soggy Washingtons and two dimes.

Woohoo!  We're rich!  Michael took his rather disappointing reward and pedaled on back home.  When he was more than halfway there, he realized he left all the straps back at the recycling center.  Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, but they weren't his straps!  He either needed to recover them or replace them, and the latter would cost money so this dryer which was supposed to earn us $30 was going to cost us about the same!  Why, you ask?  Because when he got home he also noticed his little blinky light had come off his bike somewhere along the way.  Sigh.

Anyway, we eventually recovered the straps, returned them to the neighbor and Michael spent his hard-earned cash on an ice cream bar at Costco.  What a ride!