Not like there is anything exciting or fascinating to post about, but I try not to go that long....Then it seems like catch up.
Let's see....
January 3rd I was released as the second counselor in the Young Women's presidency (at church) and 10 seconds later called to be second counselor in the Relief Society presidency.
Holy smokes. I felt totally unprepared for that one.
Because of callings in YW and primary, I have hardly spent any time at all in RS. (I do feel for the RS president, who was called the same day and after moving into the ward two weeks before that. Wild ride.) On Superbowl Sunday I gave my gave my first lesson and I survived. The topic was faith and I was totally nervous. Being in this new calling has really made me aware of the needs of the sisters in the ward. I pray for them and I try to be more social. I think I am an outgoing introvert. A lot of things sound good in my head, but communicating verbally with others is not my strongest suit.
Let's see.....
I have been out of the running loop for about two months. I thought it would be a fabulous idea to dust off the shoes and run a few miles on a Saturday morning. No big deal, right?! The next day I was a tad sore. No big deal. After church that afternoon I was sitting up to the dining room table for 30 minutes or so and when I got up, wowzer....my lower back was done. I spent the next week limping around and going to the chiropractor everyday for an hour of therapy. Luckily on day six, the nurse at work made some calls and was able to get me into my orthopedist that day. I was so relieved and thankful. I was miserable! All week long I was walking around work, looking like an idiot. I was really tired of all the questions and people looking at me like I had two heads. My appointment with the orthopedist was Friday the 13th and he scheduled me for an epidural the following Tuesday. The epidural was the 17th and three days later, I am starting to feel normal again. The pain this time around was soooooooo bad it had me contemplating surgery. Yikes. I know I have an annular tear in my L5/S1 and a portruding disk. It flares up whenever it feels like.
Lovely.
My view on the decompression machine (chiropractor). I was able to get 20 minute of scripture study done while my spine was being stretched.
My children. All alive and living to wreak
havoc. The day of my epidural Scout came home with a fever and a cough. Luke took her to the urgent care and she has bronchitis. They gave her some cough syrup and a z-pack (antibiotic) and sent them home. What would we do without the modern conveniences of pharmaceuticals and urgent care when you can't get in to the pediatrician?!
Scout took this selfie (with a wad of gum in her mouth) as we waited in the Urgent Care a few weeks back on a Saturday morning. (Her ears were really hurting her, so we didn't want to wait until Monday.)
Luke and the boys continue to take their dirt bikes up to Gorman every chance they get. If there is a Saturday with nothing going on, they're heading up. Even rain can't stop them. I have no photos or videos because Luke knows I would freak out if he captured proof of how safe they really ride. :)
Luke went to a conference in San Diego for s a few days. We took random photos everyday to send to big papa. This was on our way out the door to school, sitting in daddy's truck.
The kids wishing Grandma Baer a Happy 6-7 birthday.
Tubbs came home sick from school the day Luke left for the conference. He gets a lot of headaches, so i thought he just needed some rest....but ended up vomiting a handful of times into the evening.
Before Luke left for his conference, we swung by the eye doctor and pick up Bubba's new spectacles. Busy day.
The last weekend of January, Sawyer and I made a homemade triple layer chocolate cake together. This is our finished product, with a salted caramel sauce over the top. It was VERY good.
Tubbs' first black eye. His adoring big brother threw a funky lego piece at him and hit him below the eye. It left a scratch but within two days it was bruised. Poor fella. It's hard having a big brother sometimes.
Bubba and Wiggy playing with their "fake sand." These two can play for hours with this stuff. If only these two didn't make a mess that needed to be swept up. :)
Luke and Wiggy at Action Sports, playing phone games while the kids climbed the rock wall.
....of course Bubba doesn't do the rock wall. He supervises behind the screen of his electronics.
I got to help in Wiggy's school garden one Friday. It was their class' first time to the garden and it was very informational. They got to eat freshly picked carrots before they left.
We attempted to adopt a dog. "Molly" was dropped off on a Thursday evening. Sad to say, it went back to his original owner on Sunday evening. She is a six year old poodle and she didn't adjust well. She has never been around kids, so after pooping all through my house for four day and starving herself, we had mercy on her.
This is Wiggy, the night Molly came to our house.
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