Friday, September 29, 2006

Wednesday, September 13, 2006


Growing people is hard work. Here I am at five and a half months pregnant (this is for you Jon).


For Chad's 30th he got a Boston Terrier puppy that we named Maggie. She will only grow to be about 10 lbs. The longer we have her, the more nick-names we come up with; Maggie-May, Magsies, Maggie-mags, Biddie, and Puppy (Archer's favorite).

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Buster Balloon

We went to Henry's today to pick up some things for dinner. For the first time, the only "Shopper in Training" cart they have was available so Archer was able to push the mini cart around the store by himself. He had the idea of pushing the cart right, but he had some trouble looking at where he was going. So there were a couple collisions through out the process.
While we were shopping, Archer and I were walking past the meat counter and I saw a man that looked very familiar. It wasn't long until I realize that we were standing next to Buster Balloon. Buster Balloon, for those of you who aren't sure, was a guy who performed on America's Got Talent. His performance consisted of him bring onto the stage a giant balloon and then climbing into it while it was inflated. Archer loved watching AGT (we Tivo'd it) and naturally he like watching the balloon guy, especially because his first balloon popped. So anyway, I bend down to Archer and said, "Archer, do you remember the balloon guy on TV?" "Yes" he replied. "Well, that's the balloon guy right there." I said as I pointed over to Buster. Archer was star struck. He stood there for about 30 seconds just staring at him. Then quietly, with out diverting his eyes from Buster, he said, "I love him". I was going to take him over to meet him, but I figure 1. That was probably enough for Archer, and 2. The guy seemed kind of weird. Caitlin took a peek at his website when we got home and found out that yes, he is kind of weird.
Video of buster can be found here at the bottom of the page,

Sunday, September 10, 2006

My Brother's Mission Call

My brother Cameron received his mission call to Taichung, Taiwan. I am so excited for him and I think he is excited too. He wanted to learn Mandarin and now he has the chance. I will miss him alot, but my reasons are selfish. There is no place I would rather have him be. Here is a picture of us last year at his graduation and some maps of where he will be.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Friday, September 01, 2006

Peanut Reaction

My car has been in the shop this week and today we got to pick it up. The shop is less than a block away and so Archer and I walked. I ALWAYS bring his medication and EpiPen with me, but I didn't want to carry the big bag with me because I knew I would be dragging Archer the whole way to the shop. So we get to the shop and I start to pay for the car. Like any kid, Archer goes straight for the candy machine which holds peanut M&M's and Reeses Pieces. Of course I shoo him away since they both contain peanuts but as I look at him he is chewing something. I lift the flap on the dispenser of the Reeses Pieces and there is one sitting right inside. Almost immediately he starts vomiting, gagging and coughing. I throw the lady my credit card and tell her to hurry and charge it because my kid is having and allergic reaction to the candy. I sign the paper as Archer throws up on the floor and I grab the keys, throw him in the car, and drive home. By the time we got home he was red and swollen and covered in hives. I shove a syringe of Bendadryl down his throat and he vomits it up, so I half the dosage and give it to him again. Poor Archer was crying and just wanted me to hold him. By this time Chad got home and gave him a blessing and everything is alright. We didn't have to give him the EpiPen and we didn't have to take him to the hospital. In a strange way, I am glad that he had the reaction so that we could measure the severity of it. Hopefully his allergy isn't as severe as we once thought. Archer is very tired from the medication, so I am going to put him in bed and maybe take a nap myself! Bottom line: DON'T GIVE MY KID PEANUTS. EVER!