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I write things down in my phone that I want to journal. Then a year later I finally do something about it. It goes as follows:

 

 

October 2012
"I got stuck sleep because it was too dark in my bedroom" Bridger

 

February 2013
"Rechargeries" Bridger's name for rechargeable batteries.

 "Rememberies" Bridger's name for memories that he remembers.

 

 

Starting November 2013 and going older:

 "Are we going to be sleepovering?" Bridger when we were going to spend the night at Nana and Poppy's

 "Panacakes" Bridger's term for pancakes

"Are we going to get our tires inspectated?" Bridger when we needed to get our tires inspected and rotated.

 

"You're my best fairy friend love Natalynn. Do you know if Carol has a tooth fairy? Her mom says she is her tooth fairy." A note Natalynn left for the toothfairy. The toothfairy left chalk and a note outside on the sidewalk. So Natalynn wrote back on the driveway.

 

"I know what I want for Christmas is my tooth is not out. I want Santa to punch me so my tooth falls out." Natalynn

 

Natalynn was so brave when she got her teeth pulled. She was clearly scared to go in but she didn't resist. She squeezed her leg then She held my hand so tight. Those teeth were so long! When it didn't hurt she was so surprised!

 

"How do you get money from the government?" Bridger... yep he lives in the age of mooching and he's catching on already.

 

"Natalynn come on up. I promise I'm not trying to trick ya...well actually I am." Bridger. Gotta love his honesty!

 

"I wish I had a REAL imaginary friend" Bridger

 

Bridger was very sleepy one morning and not physically or mentally quick. He said, "I'm just a little slow." He meant physically but he was so slow to understand my request it made it so funny. He got upset when I started laughing.

 

"No I said u. You don't really have the right mind. I know I said u and o." Bridger. We were having a discussion on letters for some reason. I thought it hilarious when he said I don't have the right mind.

 

Natalynn gave Bridger a remote control helicopter for his birthday. We warned him that they break easily. It lasted for months! One day Natalynn did something clearly not careful and broke it. Brigham got so mad. He yelled at her. Bridger was so kind. He forgave her and spoke so sweetly to her. It reminded me of how my dad was so nice to me when I broke his blue print machine.

 

Bridger is very aware of how much tv he watches and how it makes him feel when he watches to much.

 

He also had some very mature feelings and understands others feelings and the reasons behind those feelings.

March 2013
B: Why do you and mom get to go to bed later than us?
N: Because they take more naps

 

A: Bridger, come get your apple
B: No you bring it here
A: What!? Who do you think I am?
B: (giggling) A robot who brings things to us!

 

October 29 2013
"oh Natalynn, you always have to make yourself think that I steal your stuff" Bridger said to himself when Natalynn was at school when he found her lost item in the dollhouse

"Mom, can I have a stapler? how would you feel if I had two staplers and you had none?" Bridger

4 Weeks after surgery.

Watch every movement. Hold in every sneeze. Before a stretch comes on, tighten stomach muscles so you can tame the stretch. Those suckers hurt. Don't scratch your back. Don't reach to the side funny (oh, you put the cell phone down in the wrong spot? Gotta get up, no twisting or reaching over). Don't sit down quickly. Step softly. Don't stop breathing when it hurts. The feeling of a 10 pound weight on your lungs is not real. And stop thinking about how badly you want to squeeze those precious kids-ain't gonna happen. Don't open that sliding door, or plug in that appliance. Fast-forward romantic scenes. When thirsty for milk, rejoice that the jug is half empty. Don't look in the mirror after your shower. Don't think about how your husband is ever going to be attracted to you again. Feel like letting it all out with a good cry? Don't. There is no acceptable release.

Dream about feet hitting pavement. Breathing hard, watching the world fly by. You're going to be able to run for the first time in your life! (As soon as that @#!% sternum stops popping.) I think cussing is common, but in this case, it feels so good. Maybe that's why this is taking so long. I need to learn to be patient and thankful. "Come what may and love it"

Guess what? You can help! Stop complaining about your perfect lives! It's making me want to scream. If I ever complain about a stomach bug, or bad weather, or not getting my shopping done, or how long it takes to curl my hair, go ahead and rip open my chest again to remind me to appreciate the little inconveniences. Your boyfriend treats you bad? Leave him! Don't like the snow? Move! Don't want to catch a cold? Don't leave your house! Just STOP complaining!

And yet, here I am complaining about what could be trivial to some. What I have is not terminal or chronic. My kids are healthy. My family is forever. What could be better than that? I am lucky. My life is still perfect. My Savior lives and loves me.

3 weeks after surgery.

A couple of days ago I thought this was the longest couple of weeks of my life. But now I'm starting to settle in to this lazy mode. I worry I may never come out of it. I've forgotten how to work. We might have to hire a house keeper/nanny.