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It’s a Broken Humerus Bone…

So last year I decided to homeschool my boys. See more about Our Homeschooling Venture here. In May I withdrew the boys from school, I did all the research, decided on a curriculum and purchases it, and spent the summer planning our days and weeks for the upcoming school year. Public school was due to start in our area on Thursday, August 10. It may have been a little OCD.. or it may have been that I needed that couple extra days of summer/ planning time but I decided we would begin our school year on Monday, August 14. So here I was.. just wrapping up our relaxing summer of visiting the pool several times a week ans tying up some loose ends.. when we encountered our very first broken bone. A broken femure to be more specific.

August 1st three of the boys were scheduled to see the dentist for their 6-month cleaning. I happened to have all four boys that day. Now the dentist we see is about a 45-minute ride (worth it.. he’s a very good dentist). So Mom calls and for some unearthly reason (seriously… riding to the dentist is NOT adventurous or fun) she would like to ride to the dentist with us. Of course.. I say yes.. come on over! Kinda nice when grown ups are around to talk to.

The trip to the dentist was mostly uneventful. Some news at the dentist about some cavities that need attention (woo-hoo) and we return home. Mom decides to come in and hang out (again, pretty strange… she normally don’t hang around our house a whole lot- it’s noisy Lol).

So I begin washing dishes and starting dinner. It’s close to 5 and Hubs will be heading home from work. He actually calls as I’m doing dishes at the sink. So Tommy-twin comes running into the kitchen screaming. I turn around from the sink and see his face. “What happened?!” He managed to get one word out which was “Jonathan!” This is my stepson… but the look on my child’s face told me depths and depths of a story. I immediately run… phone still to my ear. It was seriously a flash and I was at the front door. Wade-twin was standing at my open front door. I take one look at his arm.. scream.. hang up the phone nd throw it. Looking back it must have been an overload. Do you ever feel like you have too many tabs open? That happened to me. I did not juat throw the phone.. I hung up the phone and threw it. Like maybe it was OCD again. Focus. This arm needs my full, undivided attention.

Just to give a little history- Wade is the safest, most cautious child we have. His stepdad’s nickname for him a few years ago was “Safety Susan”. If my husband and I (or anybody that knows my boys for that fact) had bet money on a 1st broken bone we would have lost miserably. Wade would have been last on the list. He IS the clumsiness child we have… but certainly the safest.

So here I am… the arm looks as if it is dangling to me. So I panic for half a second. I get it together long enough to ask him to move his arm. This is what we do. Hats off to all parents right now. When our kids get hurt the first thing we ask… “Can you move it?” The answer has always been yes. Always. Until this day. I ask him to raise his arm and all I’m looking at is his shoulder. I see his shoulder move. Now down.. looking at the arm “Bub… do it one more time.” He tries. Arm no movey. O. M. G! Y’all… I don’t know how to express the panic. Mom was standing next to me. Wade wasn’t even crying until I panicked. I don’t think I ever truly knew the meaning of the word panic until August 1, 2017. Mom amd I panicked for about 5 seconds. Then Mommy-Mode kicks in again. And so does the adrenaline.

My Wade is the biggest and heaviest child I have. He was weighing about 80 lbs this day. He isn’t what I would call fat. He is stocky. Stout. I have not picked him up in probably 2 or 3 years. I liftes him into our truck. Breathe. Gotta breathe. I had to take a moment when I got behind the driver’s seat. We live about 3 miles from the hospital.. Thank Goodness! As I put the truck in reverse I saw my 2 other boys and my stepson on the porch.. their little faces crying. I feel more panic and lots of sad emotions when I see how worried these little faces are. Keep it together. I can’t tell you how much effort it took to keep my composure.

Now we’re in the truck.. we are moving. A little more panic and now poor Wade is panicking. We have GOT to remain calm. I remember hanging up on Hubby. I call him back.. put him on speaker and he talks to Wade all the way to the hospital. Wade is begging Austin to please hurry. Austin is doubting what I’ve told him (it’s broken)… but he is dodging in and out of traffic to get to his stepson.

The story. What happened? Now that stepdad is on the phone.. and we are successfully traveling to the emergency room- What happened? So the boys were jumping up onto a tree branch that they were reaching better with a cinder block. Wade wasn’t ready to let go.. but he fell and I’m assuming he fell just the wrong way.

We waited a little bit before being see. Then X-Rays. Then this…

What is this? What in the cornbread H-E-Double Hockey sticks is this? These are some of my reactions at seeing this photo in the emergency room. Whose arm is that? What in the world? Panic has left.. and shock is taking over. Disbelief is an understatement. We are spending the night at the hospital.. and surgery will take place sometime tomorrow.

I couldn’t look at this picture for a long time. I posted it on Facebook for my family and asked for prayers (for surgery) and some people thought it was a joke. They asked if the picture was real. I panicked a little more after seeing this… and decided I would not be looking at the picture any more in the coming weeks… I had Mom sruff to do.

I don’t know where this Mom stuff comes from. If you’ve ever been there.. then you know what I’m talking about. I learned about Fight or Flight in anatomy in college. I guess I’ve just never seen or felt it in action.

Mom brings brothers after a while. I could not wait to see my Tommy. I couldn’t get that little panicked, scared look from my kitchen out of my mind. I was so relieved when he got there and I could tell him that yes, your brother broke his arm.. but he is going to be alright.

I think this is my favorite picture in almost 10 years.. this one ♡

I also love this next one. The couch was the most comfortable place for Wade to sleep to ensure he did not roll onto his arm. So twin brother Tommy spent a night or two on the couch…

Sooo.. a cast wasn’t ideal. The surgeon explained that a cast to repair a humerus bone would have to encase the femure, lower arm, and all the way up to the neck. Apparently, keeping a broken humerus bone still so that it can grown back is challenging. So he placed 2 flexible, titanium rods. For the curious… see below:

The idea was to keep the bones still so new bone could grow amd reconnect the pieces. Yes… we have these rods now at home amd they will be part of a scapbook… eventually.

My twins turned 9 on August 11. Wade spent this birthday, as well as the next 6 weeks or so in an arm sling.

Another surgery was necessary in October to remove the rods. I wasn’t thrilled about Wade going under again but I knew it had to be done.

In December-ish Wade was cleared to ride a bike again… carefully & mostly return to normal activities. I’m happy to report that to see him now you would not know the arm was broken.. and he is still as clumsy as ever 😊

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Our Homeschooling Venture

I created this post on May 24, 2017. Life got crazy and significantly busier and it never got completed or published. I did make the decision to homeschool my boys. I actually pulled them out 6 weeks before the 2016-2017 school year was scheduled to end. It’s been an interesting journey…. but to this day 100% worth it. Since May of 2017 there have been several school shootings and countless school threats and lockdowns.. heightened security warnings. Things are twice as bad now as they were a year ago when I made this decision.

With all of that being said- my initial decision to take my 3 children’s education into my own hands resulted in some raised eyebrows, some negativity, and a ton of pessimism. I had people very close to me tell me I couldn’t do it. Told me I would hate staying home (I’ve always been a worker). I had people tell me I was overreacting. People who thought I was making a huge mistake… taking the boys from a social setting of any kind of school. The comments just flowed. And that was alright with me.. my mind was made up.

Getting started was a little rough. I freaked a little when I saw what 3 complete curriculums looked like:

And we have had more than one bad day…

I’ve created at least 3 different types of schedules to follow. Lol We haven’t stuck to any of them. Unfortunately, about 1 week before we were scheduled to begin our 2017-2018 school year, one of my twins broke his arm (another blog post… Lol). So everything got a little chaotic. We put lots of things on hold as he went through surgeries to repair this broken bone.

Yes, this first year has been crazy. However, all that taken into consideration, I am happy to report that relaxing a little and having a more kicked back schedule has paid off!! All 3 of the boys have actually finished a whole year’s worth of work in about 3 different subjects already (yes… this is March- there are 2 more full months before the school year ends)! We are getting ready for our first yearly homeschool evaluation and I’m already feeling that we have passed with flying colors. There are a couple subjects we skipped this year mostly because the learning materials we got with their curriculums were just not on a level that kept them interested and more importantly, they were not learning. I’m sure we will make up for these missed subjects in the next couple of years.

I feel that the boys have excelled this year. I’ll be posting more and reviewing the curriculum we chose as well as the individual subjects and materials we used amd providing our feedback in the coming weeks.

Homeschooling has become quite the trend recently, with all the crazyness going on in our school systems. I’ve become somewhat knowledgeable in the homeschooling department.. within the state of Florida anyway. I realize homeschooling is not the right option for everyone… but our short journey has been more than worth it thus far for me and my boys 😊

Earning Screen Time… Oh Yea!! 

So after lots of Pinterest and research we are earning screen time and we are also getting seriously grounded. Lol So far I think I love it! 

Several weeks ago all the boys & I sat down and they gave me “The Rules”. I like to involve them because they know the rules (none of the rules pictured were mine.. All theirs!). I also involve them because when a violation occurs it isn’t a violation of MY rules.. it’s their rules that they know & remember.

Earning screen time is becoming quit popular. And I loved the concept because summer’s feel a bit out of control. We kinda relax on some of the rules and get a little laid back. This is wonderful, of course. But it isn’t great for TV time and tablet time that we are usually pretty strict about. 

Kinda off subject- but I’ve drcided to homeschool the boys beginning in August 2017. Not a decision that I can be talked or “scared” out of. & not a decision I made lightly. In any case.. everytime I say this to people the 1st question is: “Are you going to do virtual school?” In case you aren’t up on all homeschooling lingo- virtual school is online in a virtual classroom with a teacher on the other end of the line. 

For several reasons I’ve chosen not to do virtual homeschooling at this time. Primarily because it put all the boys in front of a computer for several hours per day. 

While I do believe they should be knowledgeable in technology, I also believe lots of people these days are missing their whole lives due to technology. Head always stuck in a phone or tablet or even TV. People have less person-to-person interaction these days and I truly feel that my childrens’ generation is seriously getting ripped off. 

You know the sayings: When I was a kid we played outside. We climbed trees. We rode our bikes. Think about these things- they’re all true!! We knew our siblings and our cousins and our friends. We knew who they were and what they liked to do. Nowadays kids know what their siblings like to play on the XBox. Lol They don’t have a clue what their favorite color is. This is a serious dilemma that we don’t want to be part of. Lol

To make it crafty & fun I let the boys personalize their screen-time “wallets”. Lol

So the grounded clip board stays put up. I think avoiding negativity may have positive results. So we will only pull out the grounded point system when it is needed. The idea is that the boys have to earn points to not be grounded anymore. Everything I’ve found says 500 points. So I’m prepared for 500 point penalties; however, I have a feeling we will be doing less than 500-point punishments. 

Instead of nice, shiny marbles they earn for screen time the ‘Uh Oh’ bowl has 100 rocks in it, each worth 5 points. When someone gets grounded they get 100 rocks in their bowl & they have to do chores to get “points” to get the rocks out of their bowl & get back to earning screen time.

The screen time idea was great so far! My house isn’t as clean as if I had cleaned it, BUTTT look at my living room:

If you have boys then you know the boys’ room is pretty daggum clean:

And this is the boys bathroom (again… not too my standards.. but not too bad considering a 7-year-old & two 8-year-olds cleaned! 

Yep… I did nothing except hand out screen time 🙂 Pretty impressive. 

Sleepwalking Nightmare

2 words: Oh Boy!! So this didn’t start off as a funny story. It started as pretty daggum aggravated story. But feel free to laugh.. it’s quite funny looking back. 

So the boys are usually a little hard to wake up.. a little fuzzy when they fall asleep on the couch on I try to get them to their beds. There is normally some confusion. But honestly, nobody in our house sleepwalks that I’m aware of. Usually when I wake up to a little face standing over my bed they are wide awake and not confused at all. They know what they want and they ask for it.. right after I get my heart out of my throat and back in my chest. 

So fresh off of vacation.. the gang’s all back together at home. It’s been rough.. but I’m going to survive. Lol All the boys pile up on the couch to watch two movies they’ve picked out and agreed on. Halfway through the first movie I wake up 3 of them.. we do the confusing state for a few minutes and they’re off to bed. But not Brayden. 

No sir! This guy will stay up for a week straight if he can just watch movies. 

He was still very awake and watching the movie. I let him stay up. Lucky for him, I was suffering from insomnia and was up blogging until about 2:00 a.m. 

So the end of the second movie arrives. He is laying beside me on the couch.. asleep. Now that I’m also a little drowsy I decide to wake him up.. face the confusion.. guide him to  bathroom to avoid any accidents.. then off to bed. 

Upon waking Brayden I realize there has already been an accident. He hasn’t had one probably in 6 months. But here we are… all laid back, summer mode.. just got off of vacation. He probably “had too much to drink” today. Little irritated but nothing I can’t handle. I get him up on his feet and let him know he needs to go change his PJ’s. He heads for the bedroom. I begin my search for fabric cleaner (later to discover it’s outside in my husband’s truck.. & it’s raining outside!!) This 2 a.m. adventure is quickly escalating and I’m feeling a little more than irritated.

After Brayden got into his bedroom he shut the door. This is weird. We don’t shut doors.. especially at night. So.. I break away from the search and go see what’s up. I open his door. He is standing there just inside the room. Still in the PJ’s I last saw him in. Hmmm. What in the world? I don’t know. So I ask him- what are you doing, Brayden? He makes several attempts to explain. He says something about a beeping noise. Words are slurred and jumbled. DEFINITELY too much to drink! Haha!

I finally cut him off and speak slowly. Clearly, he is still confused. I ask him to please change out of these PJ’s and underclothes into clean ones and then please take the dirty ones to the laudry room (right next to his bedroom… seriously wasn’t asking a whole lot). I assumed we were both on the same page so I returned to search for my cleaner to scrub the couch.

I’m looking on every surface in our home. I’ve turned our bedroom light on twice (waking the dog but not Austin). I just saw the cleaner not 5 hours ago! Where has it gone? Back to the kitchen. I grab a dishcloth still looking on every counter for about the 5th time! I step out of the kitchen and head for the living room (again)! As soon as my foot steps into the living room I realize Brayden is standing naked in the hallway just outside his room, right in front of the CLEAN laundry TUB (this isn’t a basket.. this is a TUB where 4 kids clean clothes can all be piled together!). Oh my. 

It takes a moment to register what is happening. Yes, that’s what I thought- he is peeing on the clean clothes! Drowsiness is immediately gone. Not tired at all as I get closer to the laundry basket and realize it’s half full! A quick clean up just turned into a whole nother load of laundry. Yay!

I ask Brayden what he is doing. He tells me several times that he doesn’t know. By this time I’m thinking about having a drink. 3:00 in the morning. To aggravated to sleep! Haha!

Anywho, after waking Austin to retrieve the cleaner from wherever he’s put it (in his truck), cleaning the couch, & starting some laundry I think it’s safe to say that I’ve survived my very first sleepwalking nightmare. Also safe to say Brayden officially has a liquid ration for the next few days and also a summer bedtime of about 9:00 p.m. so he doesn’t get this tired again. Lmbo!

What’s So Special About Boy Moms?

My honest opinion is that all Mom’s are special. Making sacrifices and constantly using your time to raise children is special. In many cases, Moms stay home to raise children while Dads go to work. Although I’ve always had a full time job (until recently) I’ve always taken my hat off for SAHM’s. It’s not an easy job.. for any mom.

Raising boys is tough! They are stubborn. And hard-headed. And usually “all boy”. Climbing on the hand rails, riding their bikes too fast, running on the wet pool deck. It is a constant struggle to keep them out of stitches and casts and avoid the emergency room. Seriously. 

My husband has conversations with me that I never heard. Or I don’t remember. And that is usually because he does not have my attention. I’m too busy counting heads at the beach or the park. Or stopping somebody from walking into oncoming traffic. 


I think BoyMom’s are special because boys are boys. It’s not always easy to keep them safe. Studies have shown boys are more active than girls. Unfortunately, all that action is usually wreckless. And when you have a pile of boys the wrecklessness outweighs any ground rules you’ve laid down. I speak from experience.


I often think about my relationship with my mom. I’m really close to her. We have our moments.. but we pretty much talk on the phone at least once a day. I usually see her at least 3 times a week. I think most women are pretty close with their moms. This concerns me because I don’t want to imagine a time when I’m not close with my boys. I’m not looking forward to giving up my throne to another woman (or four in my case). 


To all parents: has it crossed your mind that you’re raising someone’s husband or wife? Someone’s son-in-law or daughter-in-law? What about someone’s mom or dad? It’s pretty serious. What we’re teaching our kids today is what they will take with them through their lives. I’m pretty confident that I’m teaching them things I’ll be proud of for years to come.

Boy Oh Boys! 

This experience can’t be bought. I couldn’t have registered at the local college for classes on raising boys. Sometimes it feels like flying by the seat of my pants.. & other times it’s like a song I’ve been singing for as long as I can remember. If you ever wanted a job that isn’t repetitious and boring then raise yourself a son… or four! Lol

Moments are filled with hitting and tattling and chipped teeth and busted lips and black eyes and stitches and goose eggs on the head. (By the way- everything I’ve mentioned has happend in the last 6 months!) It’s one of the toughest jobs that exists.. but also one of the most rewarding jobs. Not always rewarded with a “Thank You” or an “I appreciate you”, although my boys do have pretty good manners.

And not to get confused- I am not doing this job alone. My husband is wonderful. He helps with everything from cleaning up spills (& other things that I’m not able to clean up for a weak stomach) to cooking dinner and punishments and rewards.

But the truth is that the boys spend most of their time with me. And most of the really difficult questions (like where do babies come from and “Mommy- Can you put my bicycle chain back on?) typically happen when Hubs isn’t home. Lol

Boy, do I have some stories!! Lol Eager to share. And eager to read other stories and advice from BoyMom’s like me. I learn something new every day.

Join me on this journey. & feel free to comment and share, laugh with me & cry with me. And keep your sanitizer closeby. It’s gonna get messy.