Sunday, March 8, 2009

Jensen Family Week in Review


The week started out bright and early Monday morning (5:30 a.m. to be exact) when I was able to finally go back to the gym!!! Yippee! It felt great. Getting on the scale....not so much fun. But, considering that my jeans hardly fit, I knew that number wouldn't be pretty. Oh, well. Something to strive for. Blah.

Connor had to go to the eye doctor today. He got something in his eye Saturday. He was up crying nearly the WHOLE night Saturday night. We couldn't do anything to console him. He would cry, "It hurts soooo bad. When is it going to stop?" It was so sad. So sad it made me cry. AND you know Kendon and I were feeling really bad for the poor guy cause we finally just let him sleep with us. In all our five years of parenthood we have never once had a child sleep with us.

Monday it was still bothering him, so I took him into the doctor. The doctor flipped his eyelid inside out and cleared out his eye. The piece of "whatever" was still in there and it had caused large swollen bumps under his eyelid. The doctor said, "it looks like a leaf or something." Connor responded, "see mom. I told you I got a piece of that prickly stuff that Sirri gets stuck on her gloves in my eye when I was outside playing in the garden." Yep. He was right. That kid is so observant and smart. I should have known he knew just what he was talking about.

The eye doctor said that Connor was the bravest little four year old he's ever seen in all his years of practicing. Normally to flip a kid's lid would be like pulling teeth and would involve much screaming. Not Connor. He is so tough!

Oh, ya. Kendon caught a muskrat off the street. He let it go down in the canal.
Atleast this little guy had the decency to stay OUTSIDE.
(Yep...that's forshadowing!)


Tuesday morning Sirri missed the bus. Oops. That was my fault. We were too busy playing, "Mighty Mouse Hunter."

Yep. A mouse. In my house. ICK. Meg was the first to see it go scampering across the floor and her reaction was priceless. Lots of eeeeking and aaaaahing and oohoohoohoohing.

My reaction was not nearly as cute. No one wants mice in their house (it makes you feel like your house is dirty and gross and unkept. And I try very hard to be anything but dirty and gross and unkept.) Anyway I was mad. And here's the went scampering into MY new room. My brand new, beautiful room. Oh, no you don't. That was when the game was on, and that mouse was going to die.

The kids were more than happy to help. Sirri and Connor armed themselves with their flashlights and chased it out from under my bed and into the closet and then into the kitchen behind the stove. We had him trapped. I loaded up a mouse trap with enough peanut butter for a hearty sandwich and we waited for him to come out. The kids and I stood on top of the kitchen table patiently waiting for the mouse to find it's breakfast and immediate death. I kept asking the kids if they were sure they would be okay watching the mouse get snapped in the trap. They were confident they wanted to watch. We sat there for about ten minutes, trying to be quiet, which is not an easy task with an excited four year old boy, and any two year old child.

Unfortunately, school was about to begin, and as much as I wanted to teach Sirri all about the circle of life (really I just wanted the mouse dead,) we had to get Sirri off to class. Iwas sure we'd come home to a dead mouse, but not so. That mouse didn't show his dirty little face the rest of the day. Much to the kids chagrin. After naps, they were ready for him. Connor was going to catch him in a rope and Sirri would then trap him in the mug.

Later that night as I was folding laundry on the bed that little stinker of a mouse went running out from under our bed and under the dresser. Kendon grabbed some gloves and a pair of pliers and CAUGHT that mouse with his bare hands. Ya, I know, pretty gross, but very manly!

I calmed myself by eating lots of mint chip ice cream and watching The Biggest Loser. Ya, I see the irony.

Wedneday and Thursday

Just regular ole days filled with lots of wind. I know. It's March. I'll just have to get used to it.


The kids and I went to the mall. That is big enough news for a post all it's own. Seriously, shopping and I....not the greatest of friends. I'm learning though, and I did buy myself a new purse. I should take a picture. I think you'd be proud, Paige. It is yellow. And really cute.

Sirri and Connor were so excited to have money of their own to spend for the very first time. My friend, Denae, recently did a post about her family's success with a new chore chart system. I've been waffling back and forth on a system for a long time now (seriously like a year and a half) and this post finally gave me push to just do it! I'm so excited because it is working splendidly. The kids have specific responsibilities now and are learning about money and tithing and saving and SPENDING. They both spent their whole week's worth of money at the candy machines. That was tough for me to let them do, but they were happy and that is how you learn. (I'll have to post all about the system another day. It's simple but works.)
Learning about tithing, saving and spending.


Fun morning at the Indoor Archery Shoot. Let the archery season begin!!!!!!!
AND, Kendon built me shelves in my pantry! Hip hip hooray! Handy hubbies are so nice to have around! Thank you so much, Kendon. I appreciate the hard work!

Man.....from the length of things, you would think this baby was a MONTH in review! Who knew a mouse story could be so exciting. Or maybe, it isn't! Thanks for reading. If you're still reading, that is!


Lauren in GA said...

Oh, I am so sorry about Connor's eye. He is a brave little man. I love that he knew exactly what was in there. My eyes are watering right now...I guess in support of Connor's ordeal.

The muskrat is actually kind of cute...except the feet and tail kind of give me the willies.

Man, Kendon is a true hunter!! He has been bringing smaller game this week (smaller than what he usually hunts)...a muskrat and then a mouse...I am totally impressed. Mice are so quick...I can't believe he caught one with his hands. Whoa.

the wrath of khandrea said...

that story is hilarious. the best part is your kids' willingness to committ rodenticide. thank you for taking pictures to make it even better.

i'm glad to see paige isn't corrupting only me. she is a good woman with a worthy cause.

Kim said...

kids that spend all their money at the candy machine. AHHH, i love them even more now!! :)

exciting week at the jensen house, but then again, when isn't it?!

miss you!

Bridget said...

Mice give me the heebie jeebies like nothing else. Glad your man got rid of him for ya. Ice cream solves all sorts of problems. Good for you for using it to calm yourself.

cath said...

this is the way life is supposed to be - exciting & fun no matter what happens!! i was very happy to see that the foreshadowing of something getting in your house was not the muskrat i initially envisioned, but just a pesky mouse ... (smiles)

queenieweenie said...

your guy can build shelves AND catch mice with his bare hands? i think you need to hang onto him.

I hate mice...and now I really hate muskrats-anything with a tail that long creeps me out. Ewww. BTW...the cleanest of us have all had a a mouse or two-it's not to be avoided.

robin said...

why is it that everyone i know eats ice cream while watching "the biggest loser"? it's true! everyone!

robin said...

oh, and that muskrat is nasty.

Janis said...

I love your blog. And I read the whole thing all the way thru the week. That is my first muskrat. I didn't even know what they looked like untill now. I agree with Robin...pretty nasty.

Dustin and Shelli Chambers said...

So, my heart was racing just reading about the mouse story. I'm impressed you - and the kids - tried to take matters into your own hands. I would have been at the mall till Dustin got home! School, shmool. It's only kindergarten, right?

Rochelleht said...

Are you sure that wasn't a big rat and not a Muskrat? Well, they share the last three letters, anyway. And the same tail. OOOGY!! And having a mouse in your HOUSE?! Double OOOOGY!!

cindy bigelow said...

seriously, the picture of sirri sitting on the floor with the mug and the one of meggers on the hay bail makes them both look so big and like they are growing up...FAST! please tell them to stop :(

and poor connor man. he really is such a smart, observant kid. what a trooper! tell him i think he's the toughest guy around.

love you...miss much...ALWAYS.

Ilene said...

I'm considering getting a cat to stick outside and eat the field mice behind our house. I don't do mice either. Tell Kendon I'm super impressed with his manliness. Shelf building and mouse-catching are excellent qualities in a husband.

I've never seen a muskrat. Very educational.

Hazen5 said...

Poor Connor, I am sure sleeping with you made up for it!

Guess who I get to see today? Lauren & Skyler, I am jumping up for Joy!!!

E Harestad said...

Ok - the week would have been over for me after the mouse incident - (well, probably after the gym). I love how adventurous your kids are. I need to meet them someday!

cindy bigelow said...

HA! i AM kicking your bum at blogging this week huh? now let's just hope i stick to it. i probably will...i've kind of been having fun :)

and no, i didn't DI that dress...but it's not the most flattering on me. i feel like a marshmallow. i do have a shirt for you i think you will like though. it's waiting for you for when you come home next week! YAHOOIE! i miss you.

Jenibelle said...

Quit gloating Rachel.

I didn't know that there was really such a thing as a muskrat! Really and I would have never known what it looked like. Learn something new everyday.

Tell Kendon I could use some handy husband repairs, does he make road-trip housecalls?

And get that Meg baby away from hay bales during shooting practice!!

Grandma W. said...

My goodness, what a busy week!!!
I hate mice!!! I too, feel like they make everything dirty!! Good ridence Kendon! And, I sure do know how nice it is to have a handy man in the house!! I have always appreciated that about your Papa!
Love you!