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Fire Fighter Museum

Today we took a little field trip. We don’t do field trips often (although I hope one day we can be settled enough to do more with a local home school group… ). This trip worked out great. Travis has a 3 day weekend due to rotation week… so we made the best of a friday off and went to a local Fire Fighter Museum. Its free (we love free). It also wasn’t far. So that was a perk as well.

Reed’s big obsession lately are fire trucks. He makes the cutest “wooo wooo wooo” fire truck sounds ever. Very loud and vocal too. Its adorable. SO we knew this would be a hit. He had so much fun exploring the antique fire museum… but the real icing on the cake was when an actual fire fighter let him sit in the fire truck.

Made his day.

The older boys enjoyed it as well. All in all, a great trip.

Here are a few memories from our time.


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The machine Caleb is in front is called the Aurora. It has quiet the history! There are only 3 around to date.

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Fire Trucks sure are high too. A boys climbing dream :)

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The truck the boys were climbing on today cost A MILLION DOLLARS. Phew!

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Waking up with Reed

Waking up with Reed

Decided Id capture a few snippets of what I see every morning when I get baby Reed. It wont be long and he wont be in a crib any more.. and life with Reed will be different in a small way. I guess he isn’t so much a baby anymore… he seems so big each passing day. Talking up a storm and trying to do everything his brothers do. To me though, he is still the baby… and ill soak it up a little bit longer if I can with this cutie.

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“flash back…”

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I remember so clearly how with my 1st born son Caleb. I tried to do everything by the books.

I made sure to make all his Doctor apts. I made sure to get all the shots (boy has this changed). I made sure to put him in bed every day at the same time. In fact so much so that we missed out on a lot of activities with the church and friends because I wanted him asleep at a certain time. This included naps. I taught my first sign language and by age 1, he had to be ready for the next phase.

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No pacifier.

No bottle.

Onto becoming a toddler.

I remember the day after Caleb turned one I took away that pacifier and for 3 straight days it broke my heart. He wanted it so bad… but nope, I felt like I HAD to do these things exactly right or I would be looked down on and he’d struggle.

Caleb survived but I feel sometimes as if I missed something. I missed freedom with him.

Freedom in enjoying the little pieces that really are sweet and so short lived.

With each passing boy I got a little bit more free in the “rules dept.” :)

Taite was 2 before I made him give up a pacifier or bottle.

Owen although he never took a pacifier he was 3 before he said bye to the bottle.

We had our rules. We laid down boundaries with these “taboo baby items” :) and made sure our kids didn’t walk around like Linus in constant baby mode :) – but we also soaked up those years while we could.


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Now that I have Reed. My 4th… and as of now we have no plans to birth any more babies, although we are looking into adoption. :D I love my cuddles with Reed. I love that he is still very much my sweet baby. Who can curl up beside me with his bottle and pacifier. Just a breath in this life that I plan to take in slowly. Tossing out the rule of “they should do this or be done with that” by “this age.”

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Shhh… mama I’m watching

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To end… I adore this song. Makes me think of all the moments I get with my boys.

We are blessed.

Lyrics Below:
Well hello.
Little Baby.
Your eyes have never seen the sun
You should know
Little baby
That i am the lucky one

I get to be the one to hold your hand
I get to be the one.
Through birthdays and broken bones
Ill be there to watch you grow
I get to be the one.

Don’t feel alone now.
Little baby.
Do you hear me singing you a song
I can’t wait to show you
Little baby
How to crawl
How to walk
How to run

I get to be the one to hold your hand
I get to be the one.
Through birthdays and broken bones
Ill be there to watch you grow
I get to be the one.

How does someone so small
Hold my heart so tightly
I don’t even know you
I love you completley

I get to be the one to hold your hand
I get to be the one.
Through birthdays and broken bones
Ill be there to watch you grow
I get to be the one.

I get to be the one to hold your hand
I get to be the one.
Through birthdays and broken bones
Ill be there to watch you grow
I get to be the one.

Teaching Care

Teaching Care

I get stopped often while out with my boys. Especially if I am running an errand… waiting in line somewhere… or trying on clothes (yes I have taken all four of my boys into a dressing room area – now that they are older they wait outside my dressing room, but you get the idea). When people ask me “Are all these yours?” :) I often wonder if they think I am their nanny or sister… but when I respond “Yup, all 4.” Their response more times than not is “Bless your heart.

For years my boys never really said anything when people would say this.

They were oblivious to the words of most strangers… and would just go on doing whatever boys do while out in public. :) Now that my older two are 8 and 10, they notice a lot more.

Caleb who is 10 often ask me “Why do people always say that?

I then have to explain to him that people think 4 kids is a lot… which I guess it is… but even more so they believe that having four boys especially is unusually hard and crazy to deal with.

Boys are crazy.

… and a tad foolish at times (then again so are girls).

They are loud.

Love to wrestle.

Run, jump, climb.

… but one thing that my boys are as well, is very caring.

Teaching boys CareI never believed you had to teach boys to love or care… but I am learning as I grow and my children grow, that caring… is far more than just loving each other. Caring is something we teach our boys to do as well.

Teaching them to care for those around them.

To care for their friends.

To care for their home.

Their things.

Their bodies.

To care for and respect authority.

To care about what they say to each other and how that may affect the other person.

Having boys is so much more than reigning in the hyper activity and rowdy play.

I have seen first hand how amazingly caring boys can be… but I have also seen how disrespectful and uncaring children can be when not taught to care. When I became a mother I never realized the responsibility that was being set for me in raising children. I knew the obvious responsibility. Clothing, loving, feeding, education a child… but its far more.

Thankful for wisdom.

Scripture.

From elders/adults I look up to.

All of which have helped me to raise four boys who are growing up to be amazing young men.

They are young… and while society seems to expect so little from children at the age my kids are… and really on into the teen years. I expect a lot and I believe we don’t give our kids enough credit for how amazing they can be, even at age 8 and 10.

They have their fights.

Their spats over stupidness.

The uncontrollable silliness on a night off.

… but while the world may see “Bless her Heart as they see me with a line of boys behind me in a store… I’m thinking “They Bless my Heart” and I am so thankful I can actually go out to a store and enjoy them.

Do I want to grocery shop with them every week? Not really haha. They are children… and children can be distracting while shopping, even while well behaved. It is far easier to grocery shop without them… but if I had to go to the store weekly with all four of my boys, it would be absolutely doable.

Enjoy motherhood.

Let them be children.

… but instill in them a desire to care.

Being Boys

Being Boys

Life as a Boy MomThere have been very few people in my life, that I have come across, who just very much dislike me and my family. I don’t say that in any way to brag… I think over all we are fairly likable people. I try to be kind and generous as much as I can with those I meet. There was a time and place in our journey moving around, that one of our neighbors from the get go was negative and cold to our family. She spoke to us maybe twice… One of those times she was asking us to move our trampoline over a foot… because it was “on her yard.” As if that foot mattered? and as if we knew (After all we had only been there a day or two…). There were not many pleasant encounters sadly and it really puzzled me as to why.

She had two children and we never saw them.

The drama surrounding this particular family is a bit in-depth but not worth really getting into much more than what I just shared. I am always hesitant to write about people who don’t know me well and I don’t know them well… I think there is wisdom in keeping our mouth shut… but I also find wisdom in speaking truth too… and talking about things I believe firmly in. So this is in no way to hate on a woman I don’t know. I truly felt for her… and I know we each have our own brokenness… and if she was still my neighbor, I would have tried to make things better… One thing I remember thinking though, when I observed this woman’s children, was that she never allowed them to play outdoors much. Maybe it was because she didn’t like us.. That very well could have been it. I remember thinking how I would have loved to have her son come out to play with our boys… and use our trampoline or play set… I think children being allowed to play outside is so important… Allowing boys to play. Create. Explore. Is so good for them.

To be boys.

Without every moment worrying about how dirty they may get or “if” they may possibly encounter a bug… or a snake.

Life to me is so much more than rules and perfectly kept children.

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Life as a Boy MomI wanted so badly for her to realize the freedom in just being… and enjoying the childhood we get to watch our kids live.

Yesterday,

…while my boys played happily and carefree in our creek.


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Getting messy.

Wet.

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Dirt and grit under their nails.

Exploring on their own, without me holding their hand every step of the way.

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I just couldn’t help but feel blessed.

Sounds crazy. In some moments like that you’d think the mom would automatically go to the “oh man… such a mess!” While there are days I can go towards that tendency… I am finding such freedom these days in letting that part of me go a bit more.

They are so much fun to watch and I love even more how “boyish” they are together as brothers…

… it blesses me greatly.

So to the mom who enjoys the monogrammed shirts (no hate, it is cute.). With cuties decked out in perfectly laced shoes, with no dirt on them. Leather jackets or name brand button ups. Let those dudes be dudes… and learn to love it. :-) There is plenty of time for perfecting a look. I don’t believe childhood should consist of perfection in the least.

From one grown up child who grew up digging into a creek with her older brother. I can honestly say my mom allowing me to explore and “be” a kid… did nothing but shape me into one cool dude mom, haha… and I am so thankful for that freedom she gave us.

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Avoiding the ER using Gentle Healer

Avoiding the ER using Gentle Healer

How many of you try with all your might to avoid the ER? I for one do. Travis and I have relatively good insurance because of Travis’ job. Being a cop has very few perks but insurance is one of them. However, even with some insurance the cost of going to an ER is never small. Our co-pay for an ER visit alone is $100.00! Ridiculous.

This month Travis had to go to an Urgent Care after stepping on a tooth pick… yup, a tooth pick. That thing pieced into the bottom of his heel (I’ll spare you the images). It went so deep though and broke off that we could not get it out.

…and yes, I said a toothpick. We laughed about it as did the nurses. Even though, it was far from funny to experience.

During that Urgent Care visit at 8pm at night, we spent 7+ hours in a room. Where two doctors attempted to pull that tooth pick out… where they tried using an x-ray to see what was left. The x-ray couldn’t see it though because it was small fragments of wood. We then had to have a CAT SCAN of his heel… and they literally spent like 45 minutes or more digging and cutting into his heel… with countless large needle shots to numb it (ouch!). Lets just say, it didn’t look very comfortable. We didn’t make it home until 4am! It was absolutely ridiculous how long it took… I am just thankful we had a sitter for the kids.

Still. The pain of going there. Waiting. The fee we will be charged… not only for that visit but the deductible for a cat-scan and x-ray. It will not be cheap.

So that happened 2 weeks ago I guess. Well about 5 days ago on Jan 14th (I’m writing this on Monday the 19th), Reed fell. He hit the corner of my desk and split the top of his eye brow open. Lots of blood… lots of crying.

Using the Essential Oil Helichrysum Italicum to heal an open wound.As we looked over the wound we debated for a bit as to what to do. It was deep… and it was spread enough apart that a simple band aid would not have held it together. We also knew it would continue to bleed unless it was sealed some how. With Travis just a couple weeks prior having to spend all that money for his own ER visit… the thought of taking another family member in so close together wasn’t ideal. Obviously in some situations you have to go. There is a need for modern medicine at times… but in this particular situation, I felt like we had another option.

I just knew if we could “pull” that wound together some how and use Gentle Healer on it, that it would do the trick.

So I got some Butterfly Bandaids and was able to pull the boo boo shut. It was a bit of an awkward angle but we made it work. I then applied generously the Essential Oil Gentle Healer. This is a blend of two oils. Helichrysum Italicum and Floraha. Floraha is not quiet an essential oil but it has healing properties of its own. The key ingredient in this blend though is the Helichrysum Italicum. You can purchase that oil in its “NEAT” form… but my wallet just could not afford it neat. So I went with the next best thing and that is the Gentle Healer blend.

This oil has been invaluable in my home. With 4 little boys I am constantly using it to heal up skinned knees, burns, cuts, gashes, etc. It has been one of my favorite oils by far.

I hate I didn’t get progress photos of Reeds wound above healing… but let me tell you…

After just 24 hours his wound was completely closed up.

Within 48 hours there was no need for any more band aids or butterflies.

After 72 hours it was almost not even noticeable.

I took this photo on Dec 19th (just at the 5 day mark) and if you look at his right eye brow (looking at him its the left). You can see clearly how well this has healed. He has almost no scab and it is just a very clean healing sliver of a cut now.

Using Gentle Healer with Helichrysum Italicum to heal up a 2 year old facial laceration

So while this oil is not cheap… it saved us a trip to the ER this time.

It saved us the pain of waiting hours for a Doctor to glue or sew my little mans face shut.

It saved me the drama… and let me tell you, that is worth its weight in gold.

I didn’t have to sit in a germ infested ER room.

I didn’t have to pay a $100 copay.

I didn’t have to go back for a follow up with a Doctor.

Treating this at home could not have been easier and I am just so thankful to have these oils. They truly are amazing.

To end… for kicks.

Check out a photo of Taite. Taite for those new here is my now 8 year old. He is almost identical to my youngest Reed. They favor A LOT. Taite at this age hit the very same spot (opposite brow) and we took him to an ER to have it fixed. During that ER visit they had to bind my child to a bed using linens. They then squeezed his wound together in the most unpleasant manner… and proceeded to glue it shut. They then prescribed him an antibiotic to ward off infection.

I can remember vividly that same type of wound taking weeks to heal on Taite. I remember it getting really scabbed over and gross looking for days… It did not heal quickly.

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So thankful for safety of these crazy boys. :)

I am honestly surprised we don’t have more ER visits. As crazy as they play together, its a wonder.

Thankful for all I am learning about Essential Oils and even more so thankful for Rocky Mountain Oils. Allowing me a place to purchase my oils at cost… with no hidden fees or memberships. All the information I have been able to pull from them any time I have a question as well has been invaluable. So if you’re curious one oil I highly recommend for moms of little ones. It hands down would be Gentle Healer. Save your pennies and get that one! I did and I don’t regret that purchase in the least.