Sunny Days

Here is to sun, lovely sun! We have been basking in the the heat these last few days. Enjoying hours of sunlight and watching the days slowly past by. I am glad that we are having these days now. I feel really bad knowing that Ian will be laying in bed or on the couch the next two weeks, while "summer will be starting without him." If this is all the sun we get this season, i am glad that Ian isn't missing out. Today we went to two parks: Cope park and Twin lakes. The kids had a blast. Ian and sashi went running around until they became so whiny that i knew they were no longer having any fun. Sashi attempted to swim in Gold creek, only to yell that "It is too cold mama and why is snow so cold?" (I think it is cute when she gets made at the world and there is nothing she can do about it) Once we came home sashi crashed and slept an hour...yay...freedom for mom.
We are now officially doing the count down to his big OPERATION DAY. Ian will ask me over and over how many hours does he have until his first doctors appointment. Then he will ask how many doctors will be seeing him tomorrow. He then asks me, how early does he have to wake up on the BIG day. I answer these questions very plainly and with patiences. I have to tell you tho, inside i am screaming...WHY CANT YOU REMEMBER WHAT I AM TELLING YOU! I never let him know i am thinking this...so the questions keep flying at me hour after hour. I know that he is nervous and asking me the same questions over and over helps him. Golly it is going to be an interesting day tomorrow...he will be wanting to know everything. I better bone up on operations haha.

Mia

Poor Ian

This coming week will be a big one for Ian. Ian will be having his adenoids and tonsils taken out on Thursday. This is our second time around trying to do this. Our first attempt was sidelined by a BAD flu bug. We had to cancel everything. This time we are taking no chances and have taken Ian out of school a week before the big day and tried not have contact with large groups of people. We are hoping to have this surgery!
Ian has been having panic attaches so bad that we ended up in the hospital of Friday night. I guess the little guy has been telling us that he is not frightened and then internalises his fears, causing him to freak out over every little thing. Friday night it was Chernobyl tonight it was lock jaw. Poor Ian. I have found that he hasn't been sleeping and Genji has found that he has been wandering thought out the house at night. I don't know what to do for Ian. I have been praying with him at night...hoping that he will find comfort in this. I have explained in great detail all the questions he has asked about nuclear melt downs and lock jaw. I sure hope this will all fade away, when the surgery is over...i don't know how much of this i can handle.



I can tell Ian is wondering what it will be like recuperating from surgery. He said to me tonight, "mom, i get everything i want after my surgery right?" I told me yes!? Then he said to me, "mom, in the medical book that i have been reading, it stats that a child should be spoiled after having a major surgery." "mom, will we be getting cable this next week? I have been really wanting to watch T.V" Ahhh, i thought this is where he was going with this. I told him i didn't think we would have time to get cable placed by next week, but that we would be getting it for the Olympics. I think Ian is really looking forward to have me at his beck and call for the next two weeks. I just hope that for the first part of the week he will be sleeping. *laughing*
I will be doing more updates this next week...so i would come daily for a while.

Love,
mia (the future slave)

Ah, Sunday School

I teach the 9 year olds at church. I have done this for the past 2 1/2 years. I team teach with Genji. Yesterday, Genji stayed home with the kids and i went alone. We mostly have 4 to 6 children come every week, but wouldn't you guess the week i am alone they ALL came! I had about 10 kids in class. I was a little shocked about this, if fact wondered if there was a holiday i didn't know about and this might be the reason why primary was packed.
I went into the class wanting to teach well. I knew that i have one boy in class who is "a know it all." I really don't like children like this, but i know that we have to treat him lovingly. As i was teaching he shouted "THIS IS BORING" and "I KNOW ALL OF THIS" So i asked him, if he would like for me to get his parents and he said NO! I went on, hoping that this would be the end. As we were doing the activity ...he starts rolling his eyes.. i ask him a question, trying to get him involved and he says, yes i know the answer. So i wait and he tells me what he thinks. Well, guess what!? HE WAS WRONG!!! Oh joy!!! I said rather quickly INCORRECT! Oh, did it feel good. He just stared at me, like how in the world could he have gotten that question wrong. I gave him the right answer and then went on. He started to hit a little boy sitting next to him. I said, i think you need to go outside the class room now. He said NO, I WILL BE GOOD. I gave him another chance. I taught a very good lesson, one that i was proud of.
I asked the children who would like to say the closing prayer and this same little boy raised his hand. I allowed him to pray. As he was praying he said. i will hit you over the head with a tack hammer (pointing to another little boy) I then stopped this child midway and said with a rather stern voice...Go Out Side. I think that my tone was in a way, where he listened and moved. All they other children sat in silence, knowing that i was no longer playing around. The little boy looked as if he were going to cry he asked me how long he had to stand outside...i said, until you know that you were being very inappropriate during prayer. He said...i know...let me back in. I allowed him back in. Then i did something i have never done before. I turned off the lights and spoke in a very low but stern voice. I told the children that God loved each and every one of them and that if they didn't take anything away from me this year, i wanted them to take this one thing in. I said, when you pray to heavenly father, you be respectful, you be kind, and you pray with all your heart. I said you hurt god's feelings when you are disrespectful and that you should never say a crappy prayer. You should have seen all of the little ones eyes. Everyone of them were looking right at me. No one was talking and no one moved. I then restated that God loved them very much and wants them to be happy. Then i told them again...to remember to pray well....no goofing off.
I love my class. I put up with a lot of crap and i am very patient. I do not like it when children treat heavenly father poorly. I was proud of myself...i know they heard me....yay!

What is Mother's Day

Yesterday was Mother's Day. This is a wonderful day to celebrate mom's and all the wonderful things they do for us. My children pampered me the very best they could. Sashi (who is 5) had to buy or get the BIGGEST box of chocolate that she could find at the store. She also had to get the pinkest card she could find. Inside the card she wrote SASHI BUTIFL ETUPG MOM.
Ian got me two cards. One he made and one bought. He was very embarrassed about the pink card from the store, but he was very proud of the one he made. Both children were up at the crack of dawn. Pushing their gifts into my face. I was of course half asleep and could hardly make out anything in the cards, because of blurry eyes. Sashi was breathing into my face, nose to nose with me, saying "mom, you have to get up...you have gifts waiting." Ian was bouncing on the bed, hoping that this would make me get out of bed faster...ha.
I woke up and sat in bed, rubbing my eyes. The Ian shoved the box of chocolate in my lap..."here chocolates, mom." I smile and thanked him, but the thought of eating chocolate at 7:00am was kinda gross. Sashi then opened her card for me and said...do you know what this says? I said, 'OH...you are very sweet thank you." "mom, it says..i love you and happy mother's day and from sashi...sashi loves you." Of course this is what it says...:) Ian then shoved his cards into my lap..."mom i made this for you. I had to get a pink card, because they didn't have any cool color cards, but the one i made you is green and this is your favorite color." Ahh the joys of motherhood.
Genji cleaned the tub for me and bought bubble bath...yay! He also made me dinner of Mac and cheese, bread sticks and corn. He said, "This is our starchy meal." He wasn't kidding...i was very happy that he made dinner.
What is Mother's day? It is a day of love and i am very happy that my family loves me :)


Happy Mother's Day

Hell Fire

In the words of my Grandma, "Hell Fire!" She would utter these words when she was angry about something. It was very cute when she did this, because she said this with a Texan accent and it was always loud when it came out of her mouth. I swore i would never use such language, but dang if i thought of this phrase today *rolling eyes* when i got frustrated!!
I live in an apartment, with tons of rules, which nobody obeys. The owenrs change the way they want to do things ALL THE TIME. They get angry when you cannot read their minds and get caught doing what they asked you to do. I try desperately to obey all of their rules (no matter how dumb they might be) But do they think that i am a good tenant? No, they do not...in fact all of their woes are put upon me and my family. I am their scape goat. I do not like this at all. I have tried to plead my case...they will not listen. I have had Genji talk to them...they slam the door in his face. I have tried to ignore them completely....doesn't work. They follow me in their car as i walk to the beach. They yell at me to come to them...so they can yell at my to my face. It is completely in just.
Today our hallway to our house was full of smoke. It smelled so bad that i had to open the outside door so that fresh air could come through. I checked every nook and cranny in the apartment building and outside...i couldn't find where the smoke was coming from. I knocked on people's doors...most didn't answer. I called the owner...of course he didn't answer his phone...ugh. I left a message...will he get it...i don't know. There is a water leak coming down from the celling in the wash room. It is making a very large puddle on their floor. I called the owner...no answer. I called again...nothing. I finally called Seattle (to the owners wife) to tell her about the small flood that is accruing. She said, "Why don't you call my husband?" I told her i tried to call him twice...she said, "Keep trying." Genji told me that it wasn't my job to keep trying....so we stuck a bucket under the drip and let it go.
The owners didn't come when they had smoke in their building...they still do not come for the dripping water....what to do??? HELL FIRE! It makes me feel better to say this...HELL FIRE...it is kinda silly to say...hahaha.

Mia