Different

Things are different.

1. I'm starting to feel different about certain things.  Like I mentioned in a few posts back I'm trying to not let things bother me like I have in the past.  It's a work in progress and it is harder some days then others, but I'm working on it.  I wish it wasn't just me that had to do all the changing.  I just have to, for my kids. I'm hoping sooner than later others will too, so my little people that I'm caring for don't feel the hurt.

2. I went shooting the other day.  Aaron wanted me to try shooting a pistol. I thought, "why not" so I did.  I shot a 9 mm Sig Sauer P239.  If I can toot my own horn for just a moment, I think I did pretty dang good.  NO the targets were not point blank range.  They were about 20-25 feet away.  Especially for the first time EVER shooting, and being surprised by the explosion, kick and everything else that goes along with shooting a gun...

Just so you know, these 2 targets were my first try and I'm hoping to only get better if I get the chance to practice.  DON'T MAKE ME MAD NOW!  :)

We are trying to take the proper steps with learning different things so we can be self reliant if the time comes. In the future Aaron would like to grown our own food, meaning have a garden. He has also mentioned that when the time is right if he needs to, he would like to be able to hunt as well.

In all honesty, we are also learning for self defense reasons. We have had a few run-ins with the neighbors who have threatened us, and who seriously  make me very uncomfortable. Aaron feels the same. We also had a creepy experience in Yakima a month or so ago, with a man. No I'm not going to carry one around with me and start waving it around by any means, but I'd like to know that if I had too, I can protect myself and my children. If it comes down to my children or a threat, you'd better believe that I will choose my children over the threat.  I didn't risk my life (literally) having my children to lose them.

And finally...

3. I had a hard morning yesterday, but I know my end was easier than Jared's.  Thursday afternoon, Jared and Allyson had their check up at the dentist.  Jared being Jared let the hygienist do a few things, but not everything.  Dr. P saw that there was 1 cavity that needed to be fixed.  Dr. P told me that usually they wouldn't put a child under for only 1 fix, and they could do it without but with him being a worrier and so talkative and non-trusting of new things that it would be easier, safer and better for everyone involved if we put Jared under.  Not too mention that when they put him under they could do the other things like x-rays and fluoride that Jared wouldn't let them do. 

So, yesterday morning Jared and I got up and after what Jared calls a special prayer (blessing) from Daddy we headed over to the clinic.  We were there at 6:15 AM.  I dreaded this with my whole body.  Jared had to have this done about a year and a half ago and so I knew what was coming.  We got him into the room and he was fine with everything until he saw the mask.  It took 2 grown women and the Anesthesiologist to hold him down.  He was so scared, so mad, so frightened.  He kept looking at me with pleading eyes of, "why are you doing this?"  Oh my gosh it was horrid!  He almost launched himself off the chair several times.  He managed to unhook the tubes at another point.  He may be only 35 pounds, but he is 35 pounds of pure muscle and bones. 

After he was out I collected myself off the floor and left while they then intubated him in the mouth, and nose.  He then got an IV in his foot and they fixed his cavity.  They took the needed x-rays and noticed 1 other little cavity in the way back on the other side, so they fixed that while they were in there.  He is a petite man and it goes for his mouth too.  He has a tiny mouth (the dentist said so as well) that doesn't open real wide, so getting the teeth clean in the way back has proven to be difficult. 

The whole thing didn't take anymore then 45 minutes, and I was then called back to help wake him up.  He came out of it just fine thank goodness.  I brought him home and he crashed on the couch and slept for another hour or so.  After that he felt much more Jared-like.  He is such a trooper!

I've come to the conclusion that putting a child under anesthesia is better for some, but it isn't better for Mommies to watch.

Another week has gone but not without excitement as usual.  What will next week bring?