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Today I’m thankful for The Boy.

Photo courtesy of Tasha York Photography

I have the privilege of staying home with the Boy everyday. He is the quiet, shy one of the 4 kids. I think this is part of the reason he wanted to be home schooled again. It’s a special time that we share together. I love to tease him, because at the end of the day he still wants me to tuck him in. I always say to him, “oh, you didn’t get enough mommy time today?”

The Boy is the kindest, most gentle boy I have ever met. He really cares about others feelings (although, when it comes to his sisters, it is a little different.) He has zero tolerance for mean kids, and doesn’t mind playing by himself if those are his only options. Despite this tender side of him, he is definitely still made from snakes, snails, and puppy dog tails.

If you give the boy a box, duct tape, and some scissors he could play for days with only those things. Rocks and sticks are his second favorite.

Some of his favorite shows are on the History Channel. He loves learning and exploring.

He is very sentimental about everything he owns. EVERYTHING. Toy Story 3 depressed him because Andy gave his toys away at the end. (Sorry for the spoiler if you haven’t seen it.) It makes it difficult for me to clean out things he no longer plays with. I have to do it secretly.

Today I’m thankful for the Boy.


17 I will give thanks to the LORD because of his righteousness; 
   I will sing the praises of the name of the LORD Most High.

Psalm 7:17


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The past several days the boy (and I) have been learning about the Mayans and the Aztecs. As is often the case when you help your children with their school, you the parent are also learning things you didn’t pay attention to when you were in school.

As everyone knows the Aztecs were a complex and violent people. Complex because they had a larger city than any found in Europe at the time. Violent because of their daily human sacrifice to help the sun-god to rise every day and their insatiable desire to fight. It has been fun to learn along side my little buddy.

As with every lesson, he is supposed to write or draw something to remind him about what he learned that day in history. He always chooses to draw a picture, and so this is what he drew:

The next step was for him to tell me about what he drew and why. The large tower looking building is of course representing the complex buildings that the Aztecs built.  There was something about the rest of this picture that is either a. really disturbing, b. shows he understood the amount of violence, or c. he is a typical boy. I Should add another choice here and that is all of the above.

So you may be wondering what you are looking at. Warning: these images may not be suitable to persons of all ages. Fortunately he didn’t realize there was a red pen close by.


This is a picture showing the human sacrifice. When I first looked at the picture I thought he drew a man lifting the sacrifice up onto the altar, and the sacrificed person was kicking and screaming. He later explained that the person is laying on the alter, and the man close by is throwing a spear at him.

This image is a close up of the violent beheading that the Aztecs might do. I personally don’t remember that being in the lesson that we read. He confirmed they didn’t say that they beheaded people, but I guess from his point of view this is how it went down.  I should mention that throughout the day as his paper set out he continued to add more beheaded images









This last close up is the real topper. If you take a close look at the image to the left of the paper you will notice that with a single sword the Aztec has swiftly removed 6 heads at once. Although they were an advanced people, I somehow think that this was a bit much. Talk about historical inaccuracies! This is pushing creative liberties to the limit. Well- maybe not quite. I got a good kick out of it.

The other day we had a bit of drama in our house. The kids were getting ready for bed. I was settling in the younger girls while the older two were getting themselves ready for bed. I heard a horrible scream and immediately ran to the other room to see what was the matter. It was the Boy.

At first I thought he said he put something in his ear and it was stuck. He managed to get the words to say, “I got it out.”

“What was it?,” I asked. He was very upset and hurt.

A Q-tip.

Every mother’s worst nightmare.

I brought him down the stair to get a flashlight to look at his ears. I saw blood. I checked both ears, but only immediately saw blood coming from one ear.

I try not to panic in situations like that.  I called my dear friend who is a nurse. She called an ER nurse friend. It wasn’t an emergency, so we decided to follow the nurses advice. I gave him children ibuprofen, propped his head up, and put warm compresses on his ears. (Both were bleeding now.)

I still cannot quite piece together how it happened. He had put a q-tip in each ear. The kids think they look funny when they do that. I cringe. He says that he was about to take them out, but instead of pulling, he accidentally pushed instead. He screamed, and then pulled them out.

He made it through the night. In the morning we went to the doc. She is referring (yes I said that in the present tense) us to an Ear, Nose and Throat specialist. Looks like it won’t be until after Thanksgiving. Thanks a lot, people.

As she was explaining the situation it gave us both the willies. The only protection to your brain from your ear is the ear drum. If it gets infected you can easily get a brain infection. Just what I wanted my 8-year-old to hear. The other tidbit she shared was the treatment we have to look forward to. Either the ear will hear itself (I still am amazed with all that our bodies were created to do.) or, worse case scenario, have to have a skin graft. Of course the first thing the Boy wanted to know when she left the room was “what is a skin graft?”

After she left, I was comforting him that it would be okay. If it was a real emergency then she would have sent us to the ER instead of having us wait.

As we were waiting, he looked up at me and asked, “why are you worried?”

It’s not that I wasn’t worried, I assured him. If I wasn’t worried I wouldn’t have taken him to the doctor. This is especially true. I hate to go to the Doctor, sit and wait, just to be sent home with nothing. If I wasn’t worried I wouldn’t have called our friend for help immediately.

Sometimes our worries keep us from doing the right actions. That, or the cause us extra anxiety that didn’t contribute in a beneficial way to the situation. In fact, not only did it not help, but it only added stress and fear to an already stressful time. I know he wanted to make sure that I was concerned, but I also don’t want to add any extra worry that he doesn’t need.

He, like every boy, is very proud of his wound. He says that he will never clean his ears again. I took a couple pictures to show him what the dried blood looks like. If you have a weak stomach, you might not want to continue scrolling down. **Warning: these pictures are not for the faint of heart**



The left, more injured ear. It's black, dried blood


The right ear

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The Boy to me, “Do you think one day I will be smarter than you?”

At first I was appalled. Of course not! Mommies are supposed to know everything, at least more than their child. And then it hit me. He is growing up. My goal, especially since I am the prime educator to him, is that he learns what he is taught. To expand his mind.To have a hunger to learn more.

“One day you will be,” I grudgingly admitted.

“That’s what I thought, ” he said. “After all, one day I am going to be an inventor.”

Then, as he left the room, he added, “and I’ll be taller than you too.”

For many years if you asked The Boy what he was going to be he would always answer “a snowboarder”. Although that would be a great career, we don’t live where it snows. We also don’t live near any mountains, or hills. Besides those two big factors, he is not a risk taker. With all of this in mind, I encouraged him to think about what else he could be. Sure it is fine to enjoy snowboarding, but realistically I didn’t really see him as a future Shaun White.

We were talking one day about some of the other things he enjoys doing. We came to an agreement that he could be an inventor. With that also includes the occupation of Scientist. A few days later he invented a way to get rid of rust. A few weeks ago we were studying Da Vinci. He was enthralled with all the things Da Vinci invented.

I know I am not a genius by any means. Boy of mine, I hope you are much smarter than me. May your mind expand with great understanding as you discover this amazing world we live in.

The other day the kids were playing outside. We live in an area that I feel they are safe to play outside. We are next to a hospital and the college soccer fields. However, I often check on the kids when they are outside playing. You never know what they will get in to. The other day I noticed a “Stranger” walking around outside. I don’t know his intentions. He never approached the kids, but I made it very obvious that I was watching him (like any Mother Hen would.) I also pointed “Stranger” out to the kids, because I wanted them to be aware of their environment. He walked around, seemed to not find what he was looking for, and shortly left the premises.

The kids were great. I heard them talking about it and what they were to do if he tried to talk to them. It was a great opportunity to talk about strangers and personal safety. The older two are also taking self-defense classes this year. It’s a little Karate, a little Jujitsu, etc. The other night, after class, I asked the Boy to show me something he learned from his class. He stood in a fight position like this. . .

So I, of course, got ready to attack him back. When I went in for the hit I was surprised. He suddenly turned to run from me and started yelling, “Help! Help! Someone is attacking me.”

I was laughing so hard as he ran away. He was exactly right, though. It was another great reminder about how to deal with “Strangers”.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…”
Dr. Seuss (Oh, the Places You’ll Go!)

Possibilities are endless when you’re a kid. I remember I wanted to be a teacher AND the president one day. Little thought was given that these two careers paths had little to do with each other.

This is how my boy thinks.

He is constantly thinking and wondering about life. I love it!!!

However I get a big kick out of his inquisitiveness, because he doesn’t just ask me things like, “what makes a car go?” No, he always asks impossible questions. You know, the kinds of things that will NEVER happen. And he doesn’t just ask, he seriously wants an answer.

For example, today at lunch we were eating at a buffet (so that all in our family could get something they like to eat and I didn’t have to eat fries because I have no will power and I didn’t want to have to wait for lunch on Sunday after church.) The boy was eating his usual plain noodles and cheese. He says to me, “What if there was a noodle as big as the earth?”

How do you answer that?

Is the noodle long and skinny, but goes all the way around the earth, or is it as thick and big as the earth?

If I happen to answer him, he usually has a completely different scenario planned out in his mind. This of course leads to more questions. Oh and I forgot to mention, almost always it is when I am trying to wrangle up the crew to go, or I’m in the middle of something. Some inconvenient time to stop and think about the “what ifs”.

Of course then I am humbled (which happens often when you have children) at the reminders to dream. After all, it is our dreams that drive us on to bigger and better things. So, boy of mine, I hope to not quench that wonderful mind of yours with the boring realities. Continue to wonder and expect to see great things

be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!”
Dr. Seuss (Oh, the Places You’ll Go!)

Yesterday our boy ran into the house so excited. He was grinning from ear to ear. It wasn’t because he got a new video game, or that he found some candy under his bed (that would require looking). It was because there was a HUGE mound of dirt by our house.

He is king of the mountain and enjoying every minute of it. You wouldn’t want to get thrown off this mound, though.

Those massive chunks of clay are as hard as rocks, which reminds me. No matter how much I tell them to stay off the dirt, every time I turn around they are outside, playing on the dirt piles. (At least it’s not muddy.)

This is what they found: lava rocks. Last time I checked, I didn’t remember seeing any volcanoes in Oklahoma.

Update: The lava rocks were NOT found in the dirt. I was really beginning to wonder. They were found in a nearby parking lot.

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