RAISING BOYS A.K.A. DODGING BULLETS {CARS}

my grandma dyer raised 4 wild indian boys who were about 9 minutes apart. the other day i asked my dad where grandma's journals were. he said that she didn't keep a journal; she didn't have time. i am sure her wisdom would be comforting for me right now...

the only reason i am writing this down is so that i don't forget it. the day that macrae enters the MTC i will feel huge relief..

macrae is still NOT BETTER. he seemed to be better a few days ago and then the unhappy, unsettled boy re-emerged. so back to the doctor we went. i LOVE going to the doctor with my three kids. isla is bored. rhett's carseat is cumbersome. and macrae HATES being touched, examined, and pricked. so we cram into that little room and wait. this time i brought lunches. i thought it would keep them occupied and at least they wouldn't be cranky and hungry.
i was right. macrae IS NOT HEALED. he has swollen glands, ear infection, and tonsils with white spots. awesome. but we made it out of there without too much trouble. it was leaving the building that i really wish to write down.

so, we open the door to the outside we were all intact. isla was leading the way to the car, i was carrying rhett and macrae was following us. i got to the car and macrae was still lingering in the courtyard. so i called to him. and he disappeared from my view so i put rhett on the ground and walked towards him. as i got closer to him he realized i was going after him and started to run into the street. i dropped my purse and started to run so he started to run as fast as he could. a stranger emerged from the building and tried (unsuccessfully) to get to him before he reached the street. i ran into the street without even looking. luckily, he can't keep up with his own feet and he fell in the middle of the turning lane. i scooped him up and hugged him and noticed that traffic going both ways was stopped.

of course we sat down and had a little talk. i mean, the guy doesn't talk.. i talked. he looked stunned and was very quiet while i talked to him. (normally when he's in trouble he won't look at me.) i put him in the car and went to find my purse. i couldn't stop myself from crying. a stranger (who had obvisously seen the whole thing) asked me if i was okay. and then another stranger approached my car (while i continued to drop black tears) and told me she had seen the entire episode and tried to offer condolences. yeah, i was comforted by that.

i took the kids to the park and lamented to my friends for a couple of hours. then when macrae was taking his nap i fell into the lovesac for a couple of hours. just replaying it in my mind makes my eyes water.

brandon brought me home flowers as if to say "thanks for saving my son" or maybe "i'm sorry being a mom is so hard" or probably "i love you." cute husband.