Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Which Came First - the Egg or the Chick???

Well that's an age-old question that I believe Hunter and Aspen helped solve today!

We took a few eyes...


...and a few feathers...


...and a few eggs...


...and some glue and creativity...


...and some teamwork...


...and this is what we came up with:

Families of Chicks! 


They had more fun breaking some of the eggs {to make the bases} than I expected. They would have continued breaking the whole box if I hadn't have gotten them stopped! The glue was a little frustrating {which is partial explanation for some of the crooked eyes} so we had to break out the hot glue gun. Thank goodness Amber was here to sort through the eyes and find matching ones. Filling them with jelly beans was the reward for persevering and creating some cute chicks!

Amber's masterpiece

Hunter's Family

Aspen's Family

Mine & Amber's outsiders

So based on our little creative experiment here, I'd say the egg came first and then the chick!

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Dinner Time!

While I was babysitting Jodi, Mariah, Brian and Reagan, we had a movie marathon, of sorts. Some of the movies we watched were Wreck it Ralph, Journey 2 and Rio. Part of the story line in all three of those movies emphasized the lack of family or someone to love or be loved by and the desire to have said family or someone to love or be loved by; being alone and not knowing anything about where they came from or what they could be.

Throughout the afternoon and evening on Saturday, I found myself thinking about various scenes from the movies and then looking around and sincerely appreciating what I saw. We have a strong family {thanks to our weaknesses}, there is love and support for everyone and appreciation for each person's and each family's unique set of circumstances.

I love my family!!!

Amber, Mandy & Jodi

Mariah & Sleeping Beauty 

Hunter {half his face}, Brian, Layne, Nathan, Krisy & Reagan 



Big part of the gang 

Grampa being convinced the ice cream is sugar free!

Paisley got her own bowl of homemade ice cream!!!

Adam, Nellie, Garrett

Our little Girls' Circle started when Gramma saw a pile of board puzzles upside down on the floor. I thought it was worse than it actually ended up being but moms sat down ready to tackle sorting and putting puzzles back together. Since it wasn't so bad, we all just had a little chit-chat session.

It was amazing how easy it was to be oblivious to the chaos around us!

Another little girl session

Aspen & Reagan

 And another one! Can you tell all the boys were outside running their energy out?? Last I heard from Brian is they were all going to go out and play 'Farmer'. Grampa has a broken fertilizer spreader that they will push around for hours. Sad to say, that's how we've lost a lot of our sand, though!

Jodi and Paisley

Someone had a rough night at scout camp. Obviously very tired as he was able to sleep in the noisy environment. Woke up plenty onery, though! Nothing a little food didn't fix - once he gave in!

  Sadly, I never made it outside to get pictures of the boys playing. Doggonit! I'm really slipping! 

Joe miscalculated his size compared with Mariah's jacket. The best part of the picture got cropped out, though! His belly poking out under the bottom of it was as hilarious as his gangly arms hanging out the sleeves!

Nathan is in training to become an EMT. His most recent assignment is to become proficient at checking a patient's vital signs. We all got to be guinea pigs for him. The numbers for those of us who got checked at the end of the day, were a bit higher than we were normally used to seeing. Go figure!!!

Uncle Nate & Garrett

I hope I'm not dead!!!!

Tyler looks a bit nervous

Thanks for the fun day guys!!!!

A Trail of Bread Crumbs!

Doesn't take long to find a missing little girl. Seriously, who couldn't follow this trail?

...and warmer...

Getting warmer....


Friday, March 15, 2013

Chick Time Again

Disappointed there weren't bunnies and sad they were a week ahead of the ducks but the baby chicks were not a disappointment!

Brian didn't enjoy holding them until I was able to catch him a black one.

"Gramma? Is it going to lay an egg in my hand?"

Mariah and Jodi loved them all. They loved getting cheek kisses and pecks from the chicks. 

Reagan could only stand the poky little feet on her hands for a few seconds but she loved trying!

Grampa and I should really have a farm. I guess when I win the lottery and can quit my job, we'll have to consider it!

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Compressions and Breathing for Life

I've been dreading today for the past month when I first got the email at work that my two-year CPR certification was up. CPR is a required training for all employees at Bear River Mental Health and so I knew there was no way around it. Fortunately, they usually arrange a trainer to come and teach us - especially when there is a group that are due around the same time. The next email told me the day - March 7. I've been grumbling about it since then. Mimicking the "are you alright, are you alright?" scenario they make you practice on the dummies {excuse me, they are manikins or simulators - not dummies. They have feelings, you know}.

I laid in bed as long as I could. I even seriously debated the pros and cons of creating a headache and a 'mental health day'. Dragging myself out of the bed, I decided I had made too much of a fuss about having to go so it would be too coincidental if I were not to go.

After the training got started, I had a different feeling about this teacher/trainer whatever. And that feeling wasn't misplaced.

One of the first things that caught my attention was his comment that when you start life saving efforts on someone, 'you become their link between life and death'. Wow. That's kind of huge. Especially when you think of it in a spiritual sense. I probably can't even put names to all the links I've had in my life. Some I probably didn't even realize at the time that they were links. Maybe that's what makes people lose hope so quickly and soundly and permanently - there's no one there to be their link.

Not long into the morning, he alluded to an experience he had had when he was called upon to perform CPR. It was on his dad. He used the story for the rest of the class time to teach us the do's and don'ts of the life saving processes that may be necessary in an emergency situation. It was amazing.

The class went an hour over and, except for feeling the need for a Pepper 10 or Max, I didn't notice or care. I came away with more knowledge and confidence and understanding for CPR than I ever have in the past. Technicalities and lists and acronyms were not his method of teaching. He taught through an experience - a visual - that I could grasp and remember much better than statistics and studies.

To make the long story as short as possible, after his dad was recovering at the hospital, he told his son that he didn't ever want him doing CPR on him again {maybe it was the pain of the six broken ribs????}. He said it was way too difficult and painful to recover and death would be easier and more peaceful. He voiced those wishes again and they were honored in another near-death experience his dad had. Everyone knew about his dad's wishes.

Then he said about a year or two later, he was talking with his father and they were reminiscing. His father mentioned him doing CPR on him again and, of course, his son said, "NO way. Remember you don't want any life saving efforts made. I won't perform CPR again!" His dad hung down his head and then he said, "I was wrong. Living is much better."

No tests or quizzes or written exams. About broke my wrists on the simulator, though, as he made us keep doing it repetitions over and over. This was after we knew he'd worked on his dad for about ten minutes before professional help came. We went maybe two or three minutes. I have a greater appreciation for those who help others so selflessly.

I'm glad I didn't give into the headache version of the day!

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Trying the Juicy Life

Meet the newest member of the family:

Juice Exractor Thing-a-Ma-Jig

Meet the new grocery shopping results:

Carrots, blood oranges, zucchini,cucumbers, broccoli, lemons, oranges, limes, turnip, apples and spinach!

For someone who grew up AND married liking only canned green beans, this is quite a daring adventure. I guess you could say the salads I've been eating the past few years have been a preparation of sorts. At the very least I've gotten more comfortable with an assortment of veggies. {Except for tomatillos and avocados and peas}

Meet the backup plan:

Just in case this whole experiment in healthy eating was a wash...and they were yummy! {not because it was a was but because they sounded too good to leave alone}

Meet a new fruit:

While wandering the produce section looking for familiar fruits and veggies I'd seen mentioned in recipes on the internet, I ran into some nasty looking oranges. I was appalled that they'd leave such gnarly looking product out for sell. Then I read the sign and immediately grabbed a couple. I've had yogurt that was flavored 'blood orange' but had no clue what one was. Well, now I know! They didn't seem as sweet as navel oranges but the color was certainly interesting!


Meet the ingredients of my first, homemade juice:



Meet the first of the final product:  


Meet the leftover skin and fiber: 



Meet the finished product:


I thought maybe it would look a little better in a fancy cup but it doesn't. It does really taste pretty good, though.

Meet the not so excited but every willing Guniea Pig: {No animals were harmed in this experiment, just quite possibly one LOML :-)




Well, I'm still converted. I guess this is one of those times LOML and I part ways. And hopefully I'll see some healthy results {not because we parted ways but because of my juice extractor thing-a-ma-jig}