Senior Night

The Hunter Wolverines have had a pretty good basketball season this year and have been perfect in region play (with one more game to go).  They are headed to the state tournament next week and we hope they get to make it to the second round.

Friday night was "Senior Night" and the last time we'll get to watch Uncle Willie play basketball at Hunter High School.  Of course this kid will go on to bigger and better things in his life, but I will miss this.

Captains meeting the officials

Warming up

Senior recognition (Molly snuck on the court with Grandma)

The 6 seniors - Tanner, Cottonwood, Austin, Willie, Davies, and Dudley

Poor Jack

Jack had a pretty rough wedding day on Saturday.  I was a pretty bad mom, I guess, and let him get totally beat up.  Thank goodness he survived and no one called authorities on us.

1) At the wedding luncheon, Jack was tired and getting super restless.  I don't usually let him crawl around on random floors, but I couldn't hold him anymore.  I put him down and let him crawl around.  I was literally walking right behind him when something caught my attention and I stopped and looked away for probably 2 seconds.  When I turned back around, Jack was about 10 steps ahead of me and right in front of the large swinging double doors into the kitchen.  I rushed to grab him, but swept him up just a half of a second too late.  He was rammed and run over by a kid pushing a cart full of salad plates.  Oh crap!

He got a bloody nose out of it. Screamed for a minute or so, and then actually relaxed enough to fall asleep for about a half hour.  Once awake, he was totally fine.

2) We stopped at our house on the way from Brigham City to American Fork.  We were only at our house for probably 45 minutes.  Annie and her family, Amber, and Jason were all there, too.  That means there were 6 adults and 3 out of 5 kids older than Jack who could have potentially stopped this from happening, but none of us were around right at that moment.

What happened?  He fell down the stairs . . .  all the way to the bottom.  He screamed for probably 30 seconds is all.  He luckily didn't seem to break anything and only had a mild floor burn on his forehead to show for it.  It could have been so much worse.  Thank goodness he survived and though I said I was going to buy a gate on Monday, I didn't, but haven't let him out of my sight.

Sorry, Jack.

Wedding Cake Pops

Jarrell, the youngest member of the Binggeli siblings, got married on Saturday.  I wanted to do a party favor for the wedding luncheon and when Mary mentioned there would be no dessert at that portion of the celebration, I thought an edible party favor might be a good idea.

I asked my baking expert, creative, wedding planner sister for ideas and she decided we were going to do cake pops.  I took us all night (though not quite as long as it would have with the rescuing help of my Aunt Karen), but we got around 150 cake pops made, bagged, and labeled. I am not good at stuff like this, but I am good at following directions and thanks to Annie and Karen, we got it done.

They were quite the hit at the wedding!

(*Side note: Perhaps the best part of making these was that I cleaned off my kitchen island.  I think this is the first time I had seen it in it's entirety for about 6 months.  It's covered again, today, but it did last about 48 hours.)

Not Sick Anymore

Molly's gunk lasted just the day that it started.  By Sunday afternoon, she was back to her normal crazy self, starving, and doing pretty well.

James's gunk lasted a couple of days, but I think he is doing better, too.

I have had this stupid cold for more than 3 weeks now and though I can tell it is finally getting better, I am really tired of coughing and having a head full of goo.

Jack, I think, has had the same thing as me and just can't seem to get rid of the runny nose, but I think he is also doing a little better.

Here are two videos of Molly from the day after the pukage.

Oh what a day

Other titles I thought about using for this post:

Puke and Poop
Sick of Sick
Yuck
Contamination Station
Quarantined

Molly - She threw up when we returned home from Whytnee's bridal shower yesterday (Molly and I went with Mary to the shower in American Fork).  She puked once in the garage and once in the house.  It was bad.  She required a bath.  I required a shower.  (Luckily it was not in the car and not on the carpet, right?)  She seemed to perk up a little and have a good nap.

We decided we'd try to get to our Petersen Family Photo Session in the afternoon.  My sister has had it scheduled for quite some time.  Molly puked in the car.   We turned around (though my sister did decide to keep the appointment and got some good results ).

We got home and cleaned up again and she seemed to be doing better . . .  until she puked again.  And again.  And again.  And again.  The carpet needed a bit of scrubbing.  Jack had to be sent to his bed with some toys for a little while to A) keep him away from the messes I was trying to clean up and B) keep him from tumbling down the stairs while I wasn't able to really pay attention to him.

This morning she seems to be doing much better.  She slept for quite a long stretch last night and was able to eat a little bit today.  Let's hope it was just the 24-hour gunk.

James - During the night, he got sick and was battling selling the Buick on both ends.  Though I'm a terrible wife and didn't really notice him up all night, he said he was up every hour.  He had appointments he had to pick up for work today, too.  He's been miserable.

Aside from his appointments and an hour he spent in charge while I went to teach our primary lesson, he's been resting and drinking fluids. Hopefully he is alive when I go wake him up in a few minutes to tell him to go to his last diabetic patient visit for the day.

Jack - He has had a cold off and on for just about ever now.  Today he is happy an super great, but keeps pooping like crazy. I swear I have changed his diaper 100 times.

Me - I have had a bad cold for more than two weeks now and I just can't seem to kick it.  I even stole the humidifier from Molly and Jack's room last night to put it by me (it obviously helped because I slept all night and didn't notice James up.)  When I woke up, my head was pretty clear for once, but it felt like all my gunk had moved to my lungs.  For a few hours, I thought maybe I had pneumonia  but then decided I didn't. I'm sick, but mostly just sick of being sick.

This too shall pass. We will live.  (I'm just really sick of cleaning it all up.)