Love at Home & My Poor Sammy

Yesterday was one of those perfect mornings.  The boys were playing nicely and obediently and happily doing their school work,  we played cars/legos in the closet together, the sun was shining through the windows and because the boys were doing so well I was able to get laundry going and get started on the house after the weekend.  (I don't know about you but our house always looks like a tornado hit after the weekend is over!)   I had plans to make bread and take it to some sisters I visit teach, work with Wilson on his reading among some other things.  We ate lunch and then I had the thought to get started on dinner right then because Zina had her first Violin lesson after school which would make dinner prep/time a little crazy.  So I whipped up some enchiladas and put them in the fridge to wait for dinner.  I started in on mopping the floor and all the sudden my eyes started going crazy.  Which always means a migraine is on it's way.  :( All my good intentions flew out the window.  It was all I could do to finish the floor and put a movie on for the boys before I crashed in my bed with a pillow over my head.  When I woke up (just in time to pick Zina up from school) I found Davey fast asleep on the couch.  Wilson recounted to me that Davey had held onto his finger until he dozed off and then he (Wilson) very gently pulled his finger out and covered Davey up with our softest blanket.  What a good big brother!  I was so grateful he was there to help comfort and take care of his baby brother when Mama wasn't feeling well.  I was also so grateful I listened to that still small voice that told me to make dinner right then!

When Mark came home from work I informed him that he was in charge of family home evening.  I was achy and my head was still a little fuzzy.  It wasn't the most perfect family home evening.  Chaos would describe it pretty perfectly  The kids were all over the place.  They wouldn't settle down (we threatened no treat... the usual.. ha).  After Mark gave a bit of a lesson Zina said she wanted to give a lesson.  She did a fantastic job and taught us about the first vision and the courage and humility that Joseph Smith had to restore the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  She was devastated when we said it was getting to late for her to finish her plan and burst into tears.  Sammy was in charge of the activity and upon seeing his big sisters distress decided to have his activity be the rest of Zina's lesson.  Zina embraced him in the biggest hug ever.  It was such a sweet moment and I'm so glad we didn't give up on our family home evening when it was not going the way we wanted.  We would have missed the opportunity to see Sammy show true love for his big sister.  I'm so grateful for these kids.  Our chaos is a good chaos.   Sometimes you really have to push through the rough spots to see the good that can come!

Today Sammy and Wilson were playing and Sammy fell and hit his mouth really hard on our benches in the front room.  He came to me screaming with a bloody mouth.  His front tooth was pushed back and his gums were all swollen.    He was sobbing and when I said maybe we should take him to the dentist he said over and over, "No, it's ok.  It's ok.  it's ok." He really didn't want to go to the dentist.

After I got him settled down he looked at me with the saddest face and said, "I wish I was you Mama, then I wouldn't have this bad owie, "  Then his face twisted all up and he started crying again.  Between cries he said, "It's going to huwrt for infinity and beyond...it's going to huwrt for infinity and beyond"

All worn out after the trauma.