On Tuesday we went on a bug hunt with some of our other Camp Fidgety friends. My friend Jennie started a day camp for special needs kids and their siblings.

Jack and I had a little conversation about that. He asked who the special needs kid in our family is. I told him that Mikey is our “special needs child” and his official diagnosis is Pain in the Butt. But really in all seriousness, Mikey has really been keeping it together MUCH better these days.

First the kids learned about bugs that are safe to touch and bugs that aren’t.

Then they got to play with ladybugs. Mikey thought it was great. Brittany, on the other hand, acted like she was dying. I didn’t have much pity for the dear girl.

And then they got to eat giant ants, which apparently taste kind of like bacon. Kind of reminds me of those Beggin’ Strips dog treats that “taste like bacon.” Pass, thank you very much. But Jackson succomb to peer pressure and tried one. The kid who can barely swallow mashed potatoes ate a giant toasted ant. I think Mikey might have tried it too, but he’s allergic to ants. I’m not really sure what eating one would do to him and I didn’t care to find out.

And then they hunted for various kinds of bugs. Mikey had a good time until he lost his cricket. Then he joined his sister in the drama department while my right eyelid twitched a little.

I didn’t really take any blog appropriate, non-identifying photos of Brittany. Besides, if I had, she would have just been crying or bending over looking at her feet making sure there were no ants or other bugs on them. Now that I know that she’s terrified of bugs, we’ll have to start working to remedy that. (Insert maniacal laughter here.) Bless her little heart.

Come together.

I like it when plans come together. When things just sort of seem to work out. And I REALLY love when they come together pretty last minute just as beautifully as if they had been planned weeks out. I’ve learned over the years that I work better under pressure.

Tomorrow evening, in celebration of his 9th birthday, Jack will have four boys over to spend the night. They will go on a clue scavenger hunt all over our little town. They will go to seven different locations made up of the homes of close friends and family and they’ll also go to a local fire house. There are four not-so-clever rhyming clues and three picture clues. They will race, stack, eat, shoot, balance, bump, shimmy, run, and who knows what else their way through these clues. And thanks to some very last minute scheduling and willing grandparents, the three little kids will be out of the house from about noon on Friday until the afternoon on Saturday. And that means that we can play a loud game of flashlight tag in the house once it’s good and dark. The boys can stay up late and be loud and we won’t have to worry about waking up any little kids.

It’s all coming together. Friends and family coming together to do something special for a boy. A boy who is now 9.

And now I really need to go to bed because I have a very busy day ahead of me tomorrow.


So as we are nearing the end of this homeschool year, I thought I’d quickly list some of the books we have read.

Books Jack has read on his own:
– The Lemonade War by Jaqualine Davies
– Sweet Farts by Ramond Bean (this book appears to be very educational)
– Runaway Ralph by Beverly Cleary
– Choose Your Own Adventure #27 (Project UFO) by R.A. Montgomery
– Books 1-13?? (I think one got skipped somehow) of A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket
– The Percy Jackson books (don’t remember how many are in the series) by Rick Riordan
– 2 Edgar & Ellen books (Rare Beasts and Split Ends) by Charles Ogden
– Diary of a Wimpy Kid books by Jeff Kinney
– He also read about six Magic School Bus books that I made him read for “Science.”
– He started the Harry Potter series a week or so ago and he’ll probably read those during the summer.

Last summer Phillip read Charlie & the Chocolate Factory and the Glass Elevator by Roald Dahl to Jackson. Since the fall I’ve read the Chronicles of Narnia series to him. We started A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle a week or two ago. I’m not sure what we’re going to read to Jack this summer, but we’ll figure something out. He loves being read to.

So anyway, I might be leaving something out but that’s all I can think of right now. I’m glad the boy likes books.

Nine years

I told this story to Jackson the other night. I don’t know if I had ever really told him before.

On the morning of May 7, 2002, one day before my due date, I went to the doctor to get checked. I had my bags packed and in the car…just in case. I was by myself because Phillip was at work. My doctor told me that I was getting pretty ready to have a baby…4 centimeters with absolutely no pain or signs of labor. So I called Phillip at work and asked him if he was ready to have a baby.

I went to the hospital and got checked in. Soon Phillip, Donald, Donald, Debbie, my mom, Josh, Roger, Cyndi, and Carly got to the hospital for the big event. And we waited…and we waited…and we waited…

I never progressed past a six. I had one painful contraction and then I asked for an epidural. Because I’m a wuss.

And we continued to wait… All that day we waited with no progress. About 9:15 or so that night they could tell that Jackson was in trouble. His heart rate was going down and it wasn’t coming back up. So they decided I needed an emergency c-section.

The cord was wrapped around his neck twice. And I was terrified until I heard him scream.

And then…

There he was. Perfect. Healthy. Beautiful.

Jackson Gray Hintze born May 7, 2002 at 9:42 p.m., 7 pounds 11 ounces, 21 inches long

He’s our pride and joy. We would be lost without him.

Nine years…

The tramp.

When three of my nieces were little they had a trampoline at their house in Utah. When I would go to visit I would jump with them. But I don’t remember them calling it a “trampoline.” They called it a “tramp.” And I was 6-9 years older than they were so it always struck me as funny when they asked me, “Jenny, do you want to go jump on the tramp?”

Anyway, I was just thinking about that when I was taking these photos. One of those nieces just had a baby. Time flies way too fast, people.