Deep thoughts from the Wagner household

This is the picture: We are all leaving church and heading out to our car. The kids are in the car still being polite and kind to each other, and we all head home quietly discussing how church was, what we learned, etc.

That is the fantasy picture in my head.

Here is the real picture: Lincoln insists on touching Tessa - only because it bothers her. Sam is laughing maniacally practically exploding from being quiet and still for three hours, and coming up with absurd "what-if" scenarios that we silently tune out. Emma is egging on Lincoln, all the while acting innocent when she gets in trouble too. Tessa is screaming at the top of her lungs that they need to "keep the noise down because it makes (her) SO ANGRY!" All the while Ted and I are figuring out what the fastest way to get a nutritious meal on the table is before the ravaging of the pantry takes place.

Amidst all of this mayhem there happens to be one moment of semi-silence, wherein Sam says, "what if your nose had saliva and your mouth had mucus?" Tessa then responded in her most irritated voice, "Sam, then your food would be covered with boogers!"

Yep, you never know what deep thoughts you may here at the Wagner household.

Superbowl Traditions

It was tradition - one of many. Every Superbowl Sunday we got together, made some hot wings and all the yummy food that you could think of and we ate, watched, the kids played, and we had a great time. However, moving out of state put a crimp in that tradition.

This year, however, Frank and Suzanne were able to come up for a quick visit and we got to relive all the Superbowl fun - just like old days except without the half-time wardrobe malfunctions. :)

We loved having them here, and the kids were in heaven. Carly couldn't have gotten rid of Tessa if she tried. Sam and Chase were like two peas in a pod, and Logan and Lincoln were thrilled to get to play and not have little brothers always around them. Although there weren't any kids for Emma, that was okay too - she likes hanging out with Suzanne (who doesn't?) and we all had a great time.






We cannot wait for another visit. Thanks, guys!

Valentine Shmalentine

Ted & I had a nice date and I love, love, love spending time with him - always. He is and always will be my sweetheart.

But then we came home and I had to help the kids get their valentines ready, and I'm not feeling so lovey now. I say phooey with all of this love stuff. I'd like to take a new route with Valentine's Day and share 10 things I hate about my kids. Yes, you read correctly.

1. I hate that my 8-year-old will NOT under any circumstances hold my hand, hug, or even acknowledge that he is my child unless he is forced to do so under threat of grounding.

2. I hate that my daughter can wear my shoes and accessories. Wasn't she just wearing dress ups and costume jewelry?

3. I hate that we are coordinating weekend activities instead of just knowing everybody would be home with us.

4. I hate that when they think of which girls to send valentines to, dear old mom is not the first person they think of.

5. I hate that instead of hearing, "Mom, can you help me...." I hear "Mom, can I please have some privacy?" Wasn't I just bathing them?

6. I hate that when I'm dropping off the kids at school they don't want me to hold their hand and walk them in. As a matter of fact, they barely want me to slow down the car and they DO want me out of there as quickly as possible.

7. I hate that they won't yell "love you, mom" from the bus stop to our house like they used to. Now it seems they don't want to whisper it from the doorstep to the front door.

8. I hate that I have to compete with electronic devices for their attention.

9. I hate that they don't want to snuggle with me in my arms but would rather be out playing.

10. I hate that they would rather read their own books than have me read to them.

In short - I hate that they are growing up. Try as I might to stop this, it is still happening. I hate it straight across the board from my 13-year-old to my 4-year-old - they are all defying me and growing more independent and strong. Some might say this is a good thing, but on Valentine's Day it made my heart ache to realize how quickly time is flying by, and how quickly they are growing up.

My heart just wants to burst open wide when I think about my kids. I love them so much. I could wallpaper my house with pictures of them. As much as I love a trip or date with my sweetheart, my heart is just happiest at home when we are all together - and they are growing up way too quickly. Time is moving by at warp speed, and I don't like it one little bit.

So, for now, I say phooey with all of this love stuff. My heart just can't take it.

Lincoln's 11th Birthday Party

Since we only do birthday parties every other year Lincoln had plenty of time to plan what he wanted to do. Because of Christmas parties, traveling to Utah, baptisms, family visiting, etc., the birthday celebration got put on hold until last weekend (thanks, Lincoln, for being so patient!).

This year he wanted to go go-kart racing --and Linc thought it was well worth the wait. They had a blast. Mom, on the other hand, was a bit nervous that someone was gonig to crash and get hurt. Although they started out driving tentatively, that lasted about one lap, and then I think they forgot that there were brakes. However, everybody walked away unscathed, and every kid had "crash" stories to share over pizza and dessert.

It was great.

I love this picture because they all have red eyes like little demons - and that is how they drove. :) Trust me, I know who I will be watching out for on the road in five more years!

Happy Birthday, Lincoln (aka Montesque on the race track - don't know where that came from) We love you!!!

P.S. We have requested that the driver's license bureau extend the period of time you are required to use a learner's permit prior to a real driver's license. We are also saving up for private instructors. :)

Tessa's Birthday - For Real This Time

After approximately three billion inquiries as to when it would be her birthday it finally came - and we couldn't have been more ready for the big day to get here. The morning of her birthday Ted came in and told her that she wasn't his favorite 3-year-old anymore. She laughed and squealed that she knew that because now she was his favorite 4-year-old. Man, she was excited. And so were we.

This is how she spent a great deal of the day - eyeing, touching, shifting things on her cake. Then I came in behind her to try and "re-sculpt" it. By the end I just wanted it eaten and gone!! :)

(I want to get clips that actually STAY in to keep mykids' hair out of their eyes, but that's another birthday wish...)

In case this scooter looks familiar, it should. She received this same scooter for Christmas a year ago - but the big kids played on it and it broke, so she was very clear that she needed a replacement scooter for "the one that the big huge kids took from me and broke!" FYI: The big huge kids are Lincoln and Sam, so apparently that scooter isn't cleared for a very high weight.

Emma's sweet friends were so concerned about Tessa that they even brought her birthday gifts...and she ATE up all the attention!

That Friday we had her birthday party and headed to Build-A-Bear. We let her invite a few friends and they stuffed their bears....

bathed them.....

named them, and played with them.

Our big fancy (yeah right) party then headed out to the courtyard area where they ate cupcakes. Ted and I were trying to keep it as simple as possible and it turned out great.

As you can see, Tessa was primed and ready to pose for pictures. Then again, she should be. She's been practicing for her birthday celebration for over six months now. :)

Happy Birthday to our favorite 4-year-old!

And in case you are wondering, she really is already planning her next birthday party. I'll break the news of the "every other year" policy for parties later on.

A trip to the ER

Last weekend was fantastic - crazy, but fantastic. I had art in Sam's class on Friday, family arriving Friday afternoon, Sam's baptism on Saturday, we were the musical number for the baptism, I had to speak in church on Sunday, and Ted had to teach the fifth Sunday lesson for the men and women on Sunday (luckily he had some help from his parents speaking about missionary work). It was a packed weekend, but it was great. Monday morning I was determined to get back on top of things I had put off for a while.

We had gymnastics for Tessa, had to do some grocery shopping, pick up a few last minute things for Tessa's birthday, and then we made some birthday treats for Tessa's school. While we were making the treats she asked in a very matter of fact tone, "will you hand me that cup, my legs hurt and I can't walk." Yeah, right. What mom hasn't heard that before? I'm sure if it were candy her legs would be working just fine, right? I blew off the comment.

An hour later she said the same thing to Ted. Then she accidentally got bumped into and had to take a few steps and started screaming. Ted tried to pick her up and she was screaching that it hurt for her to be picked up. I tried picking her up and she did the same thing. This was no tantrum, this was her real cry. When we pulled her pants up to look her knees were huge. They were hot to the touch and were very swollen. When I set her down she couldn't walk. Her legs were just aching, but if we held her the right way where nothing touched her legs she would stop crying, but the slightest touch to them sent her into fits.

We dropped what we were doing and headed to the emergency room (because as is the case with every emergency it happens after doctor's offices have closed). She was a pro. She was calm, collected, and actually pleasant once we had her in the wheelchair so we weren't bumping her knees on accident.

The ER doctor initially thought she had broken her legs and went into a lengthy discussion about how this happens a lot when older kids jump on trampolines with younger kids. He ordered x-rays of her knees. As they came in to take the x-rays we noticed that she was starting to break out in a rash all over, and her knees looked like they had horrible bruises all over them. We asked them to call the doctor back to see all of this and he then canceled the order for the x-rays saying this was something else. He said it was Henoch-Schonlein-Purpura. He then told us not to look it up when we got home because we would freak out.

When we got home we looked it up.

But we didn't freak out. He had prepped us with what to expect. I was a little frustrated because he said to come back if we saw excessive amounts of blood in her urine or stools. How much is excessive???? He said she would be dramatically worse the next several days and that the bruises would last for several days to weeks. However, we weren't to worry, it would be fine.

It was fine. The next day she was fine. Her knees were still swollen and a little warm, but the rash was gone, the bruises were gone, and most importantly she was walking. It was a happy surprise since it was her birthday. We did have to go and draw blood for some further tests, but she is fine. The blood tests showed inflammation, and indicated some sort of viral infection in her blood, but she seems fine now. Other than that, it is a mystery.

However, Tessa has learned a valuable lesson. She has learned that all she has to say is, "my legs hurt" and mama comes running. She's also getting a crash course in telling the truth so mama doesn't flip out.

Sammy turns 8!

That's a soccer ball cake - not our best, but time was short. :)

Yep, he's 8. He is one sweet kid who is hardly able to contain himself because he is so excited about getting baptized.

Shepherd's pie and fruit cocktail. I guess you can imagine that he's not all that hard to please. :)

Of course he had to have a few new spy gadgets for playing "laser baby" with his friends. Of course "laser baby" is now more grown up, and she can usually catch them when they are sneaking around which just meant they needed some more sophisticated equipment...at least that's what they said.

The only thing not shown here that Sam asked for for his birthday was a new suit. He wants to look his best for his baptism. I'm just not sure he can look any better to me than he does right now.