Mom! I'm bored!

So, are we tired of this refrain yet? I know I am!

Thursday we took a little drive over to Payson to Peteetneet museum. It's a cool building with a neat history, you can learn more here.

I'd been over there a few weeks ago to a quilt show, and wandered into the museum area of the school. The adorable ladies are so excited to show you everything they have, and there is quite a lot! I saw a few of the exhibits and they told me about some of the other rooms. As soon as they told me about the freedom room, I knew I'd need to take my boys to see it.The boys loved it, they were mostly interested in the WWII items, but they did learn quite a bit about other conflicts while we were there. My fave was the western room, if you are into western stuff, go on a Thursday. The lady that knows everything about everything in that room is there on that day.
I think the best thing is that the sweet volunteers walk around with you, give you some history and not just a few personal stories. If you are over that way, take the time to check it out. It's free and very interesting. The worst thing is how hot the building is, there is A/C of sorts, but you mostly just feel it in the hallway. If you're visiting in the heat of summer, dress accordingly. I'd imagine the heat situation is similar in the winter.

Happy 24th of July! Pioneer Day to those of us in Utah. Spanish Fork has its big ole party during the week of the 24th. Full on parade, carnival, live music, as well as lots of other stuff... like the rodeo! We made it to the parade, it was HOT. and LONG. and HOT. Morgan was on the FFA float, so I had to be a good mom and go watch her. She was the best part of the parade. Right after her, my faves were the pipe bands and the color guard (civil war reenactors). Once all that was done, we hoofed it over to the quilt show. Great quilts, fun people. It was HOT. Blair & the boys visited with the blacksmith that sets up there each year while Morgan and I wandered the quilts. I drank a lot of water. Did I mention it was HOT? Headed home, took a very long nap and went to work at the happiest place in Spanish Fork. Only 3 more weeks and I am a stay-at-home mom again. :) ( No, he still hasn't found a job. Please pray hard, I am.)

I actually made it to church today. I know-right? Me, at church! I'm kind of hit & miss lately, but I'm making it a priority. I came home and got busy doing all the stuff I've been procrastinating all week. Made bread (here's the recipe I love), made Broden's tin foil dinner for his camp out, canned 8 quarts and 1 pint of pickled beets, and made peanut butter bars. I just pulled the last of the jars out of the hot water bath and am loving listening to the 'pop' of the lids sealing.

I'm tired, off to bed. :)

Warning: Disgustingness

OK, I am officially tired of poop. Sitting at the computer getting ready to watch Voltron with David. I'm smelling something......I ask "did you have an accident?"
Dave replies; "Yes....I took care of it. It was when I was playing Legos earlier." So, I'm figuring just residual stench. Few minutes later, I'm starting to think, it's kinda strong for an 'earlier' problem. "Where were you sitting, were you down here?"
He says. "Yes, I was on the floor in the family room." I send him to find the Febreze, which I must say is my all-time favorite poop-smell-remover from non washable surfaces and I try to NEVER run out of it. Bad things happen when I run out of it. He can't find it. Oh crap. Literally. I send him in armed with air freshener (you think I'm goin' in there? No way Jose') It helps a little. Meanwhile, I'm thinkin' not just residual stench. I ask him again, " Did you have an accident?" (with a Mom look thrown in for good measure.) He's gets that look, you know the busted look. * sigh* Go take care of it......
NOTE: End of disgustingness (at least for today)

On a less gross note, Morgan's best friend won tickets to tonight's rodeo. So they are downtown checkin' out the cute cowboys. :) I'm glad she got to go, it's one of my favorite things about Fiesta Days. Tomorrow she'll be in the parade with the FFA, which means I have to go watch it. I really don't like parades. I will, however, enjoy walking down to the quilt show. I always enjoy that. Last year I even had the courage to enter some! I have some friends running booths down there too, so I'll have to go say 'hi' to them as well. Then hopefully a nap & off to work, where I expect it will be rather busy.
Well, I'm off to play bejeweled, my current addiction. G'nite

P.S. Voltron isn't as cool as I remember........but David liked it. :)

Davidisms

So...If you are reading this, you probably know David. You've probably met him and spent time with him. Of course, it is possible that you don't, so here ya go. David has Aspergers syndrome. It sounds like a donkey's cheeseburger, but there ya have it. It is a form of high functioning autism, been around awhile but not been 'commonly' diagnosed until recently. He's a crack-up. He's also a pain in the pa-toot. He was officially diagnosed with it as a second grader, up until then we just thought he was immature for his age, and not just a few very helpful people suggested it was a parenting problem. In a lot of ways it was good to finally know what was going on, but there is always the grief that comes with the diagnosis.
Along with his AS comes some fun behaviors and co-morbidity issues (meaning he has other issues besides autism) He eats his shirts. Not kidding, he can trash a shirt in mere minutes. Also has some bathroom issues (see previous posts for that joy) Part of the fun is some sort of hypoglycemic tendency. Now, we're really unclear on whether his blood sugar has dropped or he's just so hungry he's overwhelmed with the sensory implications.Honestly either way we just have to get food in the kid. So this morning he was 'low' (for lack of a better term) and he tells me he wants toad-in-a-hole or ramen. I have 1 piece of bread left, and it's the heel which he normally won't eat. So guess what- I make him ramen. (ick)
I call him down to eat, "Why can't you just leave me alone? I'm not hungry!!!" Doorbell rings, it's hubby's friend asking if I can watch his two little ones for a few minutes while he runs a quick errand-I being completely unable to say no to anyone -say sure... David is still screaming from upstairs, " I can't deal with this, why are there babies here?!?" WHY CAN'T ANYONE LEAVE ME ALONE? I HATE BABIES!" I settle the little ones with the trains and head up the stairs to manhandle David downstairs. I park him on the chair and he, not using an inside voice, "Why did you make me this garbage? This is filth! I'm not hungry!" The little girl, is getting a bit worried, and I told her he's just having a rough morning and don't worry. "I am NOT having a rough morning! Why can't you leave me alone? I'm not hungry!" She goes back to playing and is giggling..."STOP laughing at me!!!" This goes on in circles for about 10 minutes, when I finally reason with him to eat a toad-in-a-hole (made with the heel) After getting food in him, he sits down and plays nicely with the little girl until her dad came back.
Ah, I can't believe I'm going to home-school this child. What was I thinking!?!

" I don't want to see the llamas, I don't like llamas, they spit on everything."--David