Tonight was Cody's Football Banquet. We've been so excited for this to come. He's wanted his trophy since the Championship game was won. But at the same time, attending this banquet also means that Football Season has officially ended. And we miss it.
We went to Madeline's Steak House in Sandy. They reserved a nice banquet room. It was awesome to walk into our room. On the floor were 24 huge trophies - 22 and a half inches tall. All with their names and numbers engraved. Even the coaches got a trophy. We had a steak and baked potato dinner with a salad and rolls. It was yummy. Cost a bit more then I wanted to pay, but the banquet was really nice, so it was well worth it.
They started out by showing a movie made by Coach Parks to announce the awards. It was put together like a CMA awards show is typically done.... they'd announce the award that was up and then either show pictures of those nominated, or a short film clip from a game. It was really neat how it was put together. Cody won the "No Quit Award". Once it was announced, Cody went up front while Coach Parks talked about why Cody won this. He said Cody was a determined boy. He wasn't the fastest on the team, but he always tried his best and finished what was expected of him. Especially on ladders. He struggled with this. He never came in first, and sometimes wasn't last, but he never gave up. And he never saw Cody cheat. I thought that was neat that he mentioned Cody never cheating. Cody was so good to those coaches. He did exactly what was asked of him and never complained. Coach Parks mentioned that as well.
Once he gave all the awards, Coach Parks talked to all the boys about how well they did this season and really prepared for it. They ate healthier, exercised all the time, took better care of themselves, and made some really good friends on the team. He compared that to life and encouraged the boys to not quit what they've worked so hard to become. He talked about how they need to stay away from drugs, bad choices, bad friends, and things in life that can hurt them. It was really good! He is a cop. So I hope the boys really listened to what he had to say.
Then Coach Medina got up and presented the trophies to the boys. He called them up one at a time. He started with what he said is the most important part of a football team - the Line. Cody was second. Again, he talked about how Cody never gave up and worked hard on the line to help block and protect the Center. He also said as he gave the other "X" man his trophy that his only two "X" men (Cody and Shaneck), did really good to block, hit, and defend their team. He said he was proud of them.
Afterwards, all the boys were allowed to get their yard stakes and have their team sign them, like a yearbook. It was cute. They were all so excited to have everyone sign it. Cody asked me to sign his. It made me feel so proud. I wrote "Mom. Love you! Great job Trigger!" And then put little hearts all around. He didn't like that part too much because other boys would see it. But I didn't care. He got a few autographs on his jersey as well.
He had all the coaches sign, too. And we told them all thank you for everything they had done. Coach Smith was especially great with Cody, and told me he instantly took to him the minute he saw him. Said his cousin is the spitting image of Cody. I told him how much this season of football has really brought Cody out of his shell. And that we didn't realize how funny he really is. Coach Smith said he saw that, too. And then we exchanged numbers so the kids could play. That's one thing Cody asked me to do, was get numbers so he could still see all his new friends.
Coach Sohm told me as we told him thank you, that Cody helped him get through a marathon he ran. He said he was ready to quit, had about 3 miles to go and didn't think he was going to make it. He was ready to call his wife and have her come pick him up when the image of Morse popped into his head. He said he saw Cody and how much he struggled with ladders, and would even cry through them at times, but he never gave up. Coach Sohm said if Morse can do it, so can I.
I wanted to cry as he told me that.
Coach Medina is more shy and reserved, so when we thanked him, he kind of put his head down and didn't say as much. He just said 'the parents did more work with the boys then I did'. But we talked to him later on, and I thanked him again for how much he worked with the line. Because without a line, you don't have a good football team. He immediately said he didn't even work with the line as much as he wanted to, but honestly, I've never seen a coach spend as much time as he did with them. He spent probably 50 to 75% of practice with them. He'd go over everything. He'd literally walk them through individually showing them exactly where and what they were supposed to do. They spent a lot of time just talking, but it paid off. It gave them the confidence and the ability to literally "see" exactly what they were supposed to do. I'll always be appreciative of this. Doing this made a huge difference in Cody enjoying football. If Cody knows what he is supposed to do, he does it.
I am so proud of Cody. I am so happy he was able to play this year. With all his medical scares the first 6 months of this year, we didn't know if he'd be able to play. But honestly, I think Satan was trying his hardest to keep him from playing. Because of football, Cody has more self confidence in himself, he smiles SO much more, is much more out going, is very funny!, and overall just plain happy. I will forever be grateful to his coaches who worked so well with him. Who built him up to believe in himself, and called him 'Trigger' when he excelled in hitting hard just so his coaches would call him that. I can't wait for next year's season to begin.
We love you Trigger!
Go Silverwolves!!!
(P.S....Six and a half more month's until sign-ups. I can't wait! )
Monday, November 26, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
The Little Stinker
Hunter cracks me up! Everyday I'm amazed at what this kid comes up with. Just once I'd like to get inside of his head to see how he views his 7-year-old world he lives in. Here's the newest thing I caught him doing this morning...
Hunter woke up at 6:20 this morning. He's had a stomach ache lately and woke up with it.
At 6:45 he finally got up. And seeing as it was still completely dark, he thought it was still night time but wanted to stay up anyways. So we put in Spongebob and he watched it for about an hour, while ordering me around with bringing him drinks, cereal, and such. (He was on his high horse this morning, that's for sure!)
Around 7:30, as it was starting to get light, he realized it was finally morning and decided he needed to put his socks on to get ready for the day. I looked down at him right as I caught him pulling out a pair of dirty socks from underneath the pillowed cushions of the couch, and then put them on. I was shocked, and started laughing. He told me he keeps his socks in there all the time. It's a lot easier, I guess, then to have to walk into his room and pull them out of his drawer. What a little stinker!
I had to laugh. Then he had me look at his socks that he'd just put on and asked if they looked weird. He had one pulled all the way up, and one bunched down. He said, "I look like Moore's Dad." I laughed so hard. On T.J.'s team there's a Dad who has to wear a special circulation sock to help with medical issues on one leg. Apparently Hunter noticed this, and of course it bugges him, so he mimicked it. I wasn't laughing at the Dad's circumstance. Just the fact that my 7 year old noticed and decided to be him this morning.
I tell ya. I'm going to have a run for my money with this kid. I can't believe his sense of humor, the things he notices, and does.
And this whole sock thing. Who knows where else he hides his socks. It's no wonder I have to buy him a new bag of socks about every other month.
Once Cody and T.J. got up this morning, Hunter couldn't wait to tell them he'd been up since last night. (In reality, he'd been up two and a half hours.) Lol!
That kid.
Hunter woke up at 6:20 this morning. He's had a stomach ache lately and woke up with it.
At 6:45 he finally got up. And seeing as it was still completely dark, he thought it was still night time but wanted to stay up anyways. So we put in Spongebob and he watched it for about an hour, while ordering me around with bringing him drinks, cereal, and such. (He was on his high horse this morning, that's for sure!)
Around 7:30, as it was starting to get light, he realized it was finally morning and decided he needed to put his socks on to get ready for the day. I looked down at him right as I caught him pulling out a pair of dirty socks from underneath the pillowed cushions of the couch, and then put them on. I was shocked, and started laughing. He told me he keeps his socks in there all the time. It's a lot easier, I guess, then to have to walk into his room and pull them out of his drawer. What a little stinker!
I had to laugh. Then he had me look at his socks that he'd just put on and asked if they looked weird. He had one pulled all the way up, and one bunched down. He said, "I look like Moore's Dad." I laughed so hard. On T.J.'s team there's a Dad who has to wear a special circulation sock to help with medical issues on one leg. Apparently Hunter noticed this, and of course it bugges him, so he mimicked it. I wasn't laughing at the Dad's circumstance. Just the fact that my 7 year old noticed and decided to be him this morning.
I tell ya. I'm going to have a run for my money with this kid. I can't believe his sense of humor, the things he notices, and does.
And this whole sock thing. Who knows where else he hides his socks. It's no wonder I have to buy him a new bag of socks about every other month.
Once Cody and T.J. got up this morning, Hunter couldn't wait to tell them he'd been up since last night. (In reality, he'd been up two and a half hours.) Lol!
That kid.
Friday, August 17, 2012
The Embarrassing Second Day...
You know how normal kids are usually hoping their parents don't end up at school one day, doing something that completely embarrasses them?! Well instead of the kid being embarrassed today, it was his Mom. Here's the scoop...
It's my second day of working at the school. Today we're subbing in the classrooms teaching "Meet the Masters" art program. During the first part of the class, I'm in a room along with another aid, watching her as she teaches our two classes about the famous artist. Then we split and I take my class into their room so we can work on our art project. This time I have Hunter's class. He is so excited to have his Mom as a substitute teacher on Fridays, and then a regular helper in class the other days. Of course, he can't hold still for long today because of this.
So I'm explaining to the class how to draw something in a box that represents the word "dented". I explain they can draw a car that was just in an accident and received a dent from it. Or they can pretend they threw something at a wall, and put a big dent in it. Then I said, "Hunter's Dad once made a huge dent in our wall at home when he bumped something into it, and guess who had to fix it? Me!" The kids laughed. Hunter immediately piped up with, "Ya and guess what he did to my Mom... shot her in the butt with a blow dart gun!"
Let's just say I changed the subject as fast as I could despite the enormous bout of laughter that erupted.
I think this is going to be a fun, but interesting year. I'm so excited though to work in Hunter's class every day!
It's my second day of working at the school. Today we're subbing in the classrooms teaching "Meet the Masters" art program. During the first part of the class, I'm in a room along with another aid, watching her as she teaches our two classes about the famous artist. Then we split and I take my class into their room so we can work on our art project. This time I have Hunter's class. He is so excited to have his Mom as a substitute teacher on Fridays, and then a regular helper in class the other days. Of course, he can't hold still for long today because of this.
So I'm explaining to the class how to draw something in a box that represents the word "dented". I explain they can draw a car that was just in an accident and received a dent from it. Or they can pretend they threw something at a wall, and put a big dent in it. Then I said, "Hunter's Dad once made a huge dent in our wall at home when he bumped something into it, and guess who had to fix it? Me!" The kids laughed. Hunter immediately piped up with, "Ya and guess what he did to my Mom... shot her in the butt with a blow dart gun!"
Let's just say I changed the subject as fast as I could despite the enormous bout of laughter that erupted.
I think this is going to be a fun, but interesting year. I'm so excited though to work in Hunter's class every day!
Sunday, August 12, 2012
My Patriotic Boys
I love living in America. I love the freedoms we have here. Free to choose for ourselves. Free to practice our religions, and so on. I love the land here. Especially where we live, being surrounded with beautiful, tall mountains, lakes, and big western skies with gorgeous sunsets. And I love our flag. Especially being at a rodeo as they run the American Flag around at the start of a rodeo. It's very humbling and yet a very prideful moment for me. One of my favorite things to see is our American Flag blowing in the wind.
So to see our boys taking on the prideful spirit of being an American is awesome. For the last 3 years, Jared has been Young Men's President in our ward. And during certain months of the year, his group is in charge of taking the flag down at our church once all the meetings are over. Well, as it sometimes goes, there aren't always young men there to help. That's when Jared has our boys come to help him. He's taught them how to lower the flag and grab it before it touches the ground, and then fold it neatly so it ends in the triangular shape before returning it inside the church. It's been a good learning experience for them. At times we are taking it down after dark, on our way home from Granny's house, but since our time change with our meetings this year, it's been directly after church. The sweetest moment was three weeks ago, as I was walking out of our building, I turned and saw Jared-all dressed in his suit, with T.J. and Cody- who were also in their nice church clothes (wranglers and cowboy button-up shirts) taking the flag down. They seemed very still and quiet, Jared only speaking as he reminded them what to do, all three showing respect as they did it. I wish so bad I had taken my camera to church with me just so I could capture that moment. Cause you know with boys, there is hardly a quiet moment to find. But this time there was. It was like time stood still as I and a couple others in our ward watched on. Once they were finished, they turned and walked towards the church, Jared holding the flag in his hands. Then Hunter who had been playing down on the hill, saw they were done and ran towards the church, bring the everyday noise of a boy back with him. It was one of those moments that a Mom will never forget. And as an American, will never be more proud of.
Then there was this morning. Jared turned on the Olympics. It's the last day of the London 2012 Olympics. The U.S. men's basketball team had just received the gold medal and they began playing the National Anthem. Hunter sang right along with it, only stumbling over a few words. I was so impressed! He's only 7, and yet sang almost word for word our National Anthem. He had a big smile on his face as he finished, because he knew I was watching and was very proud of him at that moment.
Again, it made me smile to see how much American Pride our boys have.
And so, I will end this post with one thing. One of my very favorite pictures I have of our boys. This was taken at the Cedar Fort Rodeo 3 years ago as they were running the flag around the arena at the start of the rodeo. Look at the respect they have showing in their faces.
I'm so proud of these boys.
And so thankful to live in America.
So to see our boys taking on the prideful spirit of being an American is awesome. For the last 3 years, Jared has been Young Men's President in our ward. And during certain months of the year, his group is in charge of taking the flag down at our church once all the meetings are over. Well, as it sometimes goes, there aren't always young men there to help. That's when Jared has our boys come to help him. He's taught them how to lower the flag and grab it before it touches the ground, and then fold it neatly so it ends in the triangular shape before returning it inside the church. It's been a good learning experience for them. At times we are taking it down after dark, on our way home from Granny's house, but since our time change with our meetings this year, it's been directly after church. The sweetest moment was three weeks ago, as I was walking out of our building, I turned and saw Jared-all dressed in his suit, with T.J. and Cody- who were also in their nice church clothes (wranglers and cowboy button-up shirts) taking the flag down. They seemed very still and quiet, Jared only speaking as he reminded them what to do, all three showing respect as they did it. I wish so bad I had taken my camera to church with me just so I could capture that moment. Cause you know with boys, there is hardly a quiet moment to find. But this time there was. It was like time stood still as I and a couple others in our ward watched on. Once they were finished, they turned and walked towards the church, Jared holding the flag in his hands. Then Hunter who had been playing down on the hill, saw they were done and ran towards the church, bring the everyday noise of a boy back with him. It was one of those moments that a Mom will never forget. And as an American, will never be more proud of.
Then there was this morning. Jared turned on the Olympics. It's the last day of the London 2012 Olympics. The U.S. men's basketball team had just received the gold medal and they began playing the National Anthem. Hunter sang right along with it, only stumbling over a few words. I was so impressed! He's only 7, and yet sang almost word for word our National Anthem. He had a big smile on his face as he finished, because he knew I was watching and was very proud of him at that moment.
Again, it made me smile to see how much American Pride our boys have.
And so, I will end this post with one thing. One of my very favorite pictures I have of our boys. This was taken at the Cedar Fort Rodeo 3 years ago as they were running the flag around the arena at the start of the rodeo. Look at the respect they have showing in their faces.
I'm so proud of these boys.
And so thankful to live in America.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
My Unexpected Job
Today I got a call from the school saying Cody wasn't feeling good. His throat and his stomach hurt. (I was really hoping he didn't have strep again! Grandma Morse has been really sick with strep - we think. She hasn't gone into the doctor to confirm.) So I headed to the school.
I do the normal thing. Walk in, talk to the receptionist, and sign him out. In the mean time, I hear Stephanie - the head secretary - call my name, and then appear right next to me. I thought, "Um, something must be wrong." But it was a good surprise instead. She said there was an opening to be an aid there and if I wanted the job, it was mine.
What?!
I was shocked! She said one of the teachers mentioned to her I'd be interested since I'd already asked Mrs. Wilcox (who is in our ward, plus Cody had her as a teacher, and is one of the best teachers there!) about maybe getting on as an aid. At that time, which was about 3 weeks ago, the only opening was to be a computer teacher. i laughed at that job offer. Me... a computer teacher?! I'd have all the computers broken or seriously defective if I tried to do that. So I kind of forgot about getting on this year as an aid and decided after football season, I'd check into a company where you work from home.
But apparently, one of the aids hired didn't work out, so if I wanted the job, it was mine. It would be everyday from 9:30 to 12:30 and I'd be on A track. Of course I wanted the job! A chance to work and help out with money while being able to track off with my boys so I can be home with them while they are home? Yes!!
So here's the details of my job... I'm called a Power Hour Aid. I work with 1st through 3rd grades helping students who need help in reading. Sometimes I'd be running teacher errands and such, and sometimes I might be on recess duty. Fridays I teach and art class. Teachers now have a mandatory class every Friday for an hour or so, so while they are gone, I will go into classes and teach art. How cool is that?! I absolutely love art!
The only draw back was I had to call Cherie and tell her I wouldn't be able to watch Blakeley all day anymore. And of course, it's her birthday so I had to give her this news that I was quiting, on a day like today for her. But she was so good about it. She told me I need to do what's best for my family first and that she was happy for me. I told her I wouldn't mind taking Blakeley after my shift until she's done with work, if that helps the new person who's lucky enough to watch her. Although it's hard to go back to the baby stage after not having babies for 7 years, I'm going to miss it. Blakeley is so sweet and has been so fun to have around for my boys. They got to experience a little of what it might be like to have a sister.
So, my days of being a stay at home mom are coming to an end. I went into the district and filled out my application, and once orientation and finger printing is done sometime next week, I start back to work. It's been just over 11 years since I've really worked. Yes, I've done little things here and there at home, and I will still do Mary Kay, but now I also have a little job that gets me out everyday but allows me to still be Mom. It's on a year to year basis right now. If the school gets the grant, I'll probably stay on. If not, I'll count my blessings that this little job came at a time we need it.
I do the normal thing. Walk in, talk to the receptionist, and sign him out. In the mean time, I hear Stephanie - the head secretary - call my name, and then appear right next to me. I thought, "Um, something must be wrong." But it was a good surprise instead. She said there was an opening to be an aid there and if I wanted the job, it was mine.
What?!
I was shocked! She said one of the teachers mentioned to her I'd be interested since I'd already asked Mrs. Wilcox (who is in our ward, plus Cody had her as a teacher, and is one of the best teachers there!) about maybe getting on as an aid. At that time, which was about 3 weeks ago, the only opening was to be a computer teacher. i laughed at that job offer. Me... a computer teacher?! I'd have all the computers broken or seriously defective if I tried to do that. So I kind of forgot about getting on this year as an aid and decided after football season, I'd check into a company where you work from home.
But apparently, one of the aids hired didn't work out, so if I wanted the job, it was mine. It would be everyday from 9:30 to 12:30 and I'd be on A track. Of course I wanted the job! A chance to work and help out with money while being able to track off with my boys so I can be home with them while they are home? Yes!!
So here's the details of my job... I'm called a Power Hour Aid. I work with 1st through 3rd grades helping students who need help in reading. Sometimes I'd be running teacher errands and such, and sometimes I might be on recess duty. Fridays I teach and art class. Teachers now have a mandatory class every Friday for an hour or so, so while they are gone, I will go into classes and teach art. How cool is that?! I absolutely love art!
The only draw back was I had to call Cherie and tell her I wouldn't be able to watch Blakeley all day anymore. And of course, it's her birthday so I had to give her this news that I was quiting, on a day like today for her. But she was so good about it. She told me I need to do what's best for my family first and that she was happy for me. I told her I wouldn't mind taking Blakeley after my shift until she's done with work, if that helps the new person who's lucky enough to watch her. Although it's hard to go back to the baby stage after not having babies for 7 years, I'm going to miss it. Blakeley is so sweet and has been so fun to have around for my boys. They got to experience a little of what it might be like to have a sister.
So, my days of being a stay at home mom are coming to an end. I went into the district and filled out my application, and once orientation and finger printing is done sometime next week, I start back to work. It's been just over 11 years since I've really worked. Yes, I've done little things here and there at home, and I will still do Mary Kay, but now I also have a little job that gets me out everyday but allows me to still be Mom. It's on a year to year basis right now. If the school gets the grant, I'll probably stay on. If not, I'll count my blessings that this little job came at a time we need it.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Here We Go Again
I cannot believe I'm writing about this again. I thought we were done! Cody woke up this morning and even before he got out of bed was in extreme pain in his right ankle. I was hoping he just sprained it jumping on the tramp last night, or twisted it while he was playing in the irrigation water at his friends, but as our luck goes lately, it's not from that. Cody's in so much pain right now he's crying. And he's walking like he did a few months ago when this all started.
I think his reaction from strep is back.
It makes me mad just writing this.
I honestly thought he was done with this. It's been almost two months exactly since he's had any claritin and he's done great. I have noticed him limping a tiny bit the last couple weeks, but he says he doesn't hurt, and that it's just from his boots being uncomfortable. In the back of my mind I've had a feeling to take him in to the doctor and be checked for strep just to make sure it isn't coming back. Guess we're heading there Monday. I don't want to go to any other doctor but his own given he knows Cody's whole medical history with this. Until then, Cody's back on Claritin and Advil. He's not happy, and neither am I.
Jared and I leave Wednesday for Trek. Cody is so nervous about this and so am I now, too. And with how much needs to get done between now and Tuesday night when everything has to be packed and put into the trailer, I don't have time for this. Not to mention the stress it brings now. Ugh... I'm ready for Trek to be over with. As much as I am excited to go on it, I am ready for our life of chaos to be done. In our last meeting for Trek this past Sunday, the stake was saying they know how our lives have been turned upside down these last few months. Satan does not want any of us going on Trek and knows it can be a life changing experience for everyone, especially the youth, so he's trying everything to stop us from going. That right there tells you how awesome Trek is. We've felt Satan trying to work us. There's been moments of doubt wondering if I'm really going on this thing. But guess what?! I AM. I'll do everything I can to help Cody, and then turn it over to the Lord. Satan is not going to win with me. It's amazing to look back and see how much he's been trying to work on everyone. Even our bishop is getting it. His other shop in No. Salt Lake caught fire Thursday. The minute I heard this, I thought "because it's time for Trek".
I know things will work out in the end. Carrie will take good care of him for us while we are gone. Just wish I knew when Cody will officially be "cured" from this weird reactive arthritis from strep.
Poor kid.
I think his reaction from strep is back.
It makes me mad just writing this.
I honestly thought he was done with this. It's been almost two months exactly since he's had any claritin and he's done great. I have noticed him limping a tiny bit the last couple weeks, but he says he doesn't hurt, and that it's just from his boots being uncomfortable. In the back of my mind I've had a feeling to take him in to the doctor and be checked for strep just to make sure it isn't coming back. Guess we're heading there Monday. I don't want to go to any other doctor but his own given he knows Cody's whole medical history with this. Until then, Cody's back on Claritin and Advil. He's not happy, and neither am I.
Jared and I leave Wednesday for Trek. Cody is so nervous about this and so am I now, too. And with how much needs to get done between now and Tuesday night when everything has to be packed and put into the trailer, I don't have time for this. Not to mention the stress it brings now. Ugh... I'm ready for Trek to be over with. As much as I am excited to go on it, I am ready for our life of chaos to be done. In our last meeting for Trek this past Sunday, the stake was saying they know how our lives have been turned upside down these last few months. Satan does not want any of us going on Trek and knows it can be a life changing experience for everyone, especially the youth, so he's trying everything to stop us from going. That right there tells you how awesome Trek is. We've felt Satan trying to work us. There's been moments of doubt wondering if I'm really going on this thing. But guess what?! I AM. I'll do everything I can to help Cody, and then turn it over to the Lord. Satan is not going to win with me. It's amazing to look back and see how much he's been trying to work on everyone. Even our bishop is getting it. His other shop in No. Salt Lake caught fire Thursday. The minute I heard this, I thought "because it's time for Trek".
I know things will work out in the end. Carrie will take good care of him for us while we are gone. Just wish I knew when Cody will officially be "cured" from this weird reactive arthritis from strep.
Poor kid.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
So Long Ol' Buddy...
I just attended a funeral for one of Cody's toads, a.k.a. "Chicken Noodle". Cody's had these toads for just over four years now. They are called fire bellied toads because of the neon coloring on their stomach. His are bright orange with black webbing throughout. They are really neat. Jared had some when he was younger and always wanted our kids to have some. So four years Cody got two toads. He named them "Chicken Noodle" and "Freckles".
It was fun to watch them over the years. At times we'd walk in their bedroom and find the toads climbing up the wall of their aquarium. That's when you can really see their color. They have been so easy to take care of. Just make sure they have water and feed them crickets a couple times a week and that's it.
Lately though we haven't been feeding them as often. And when we did, "Freckles" took all the food. At times we'd find "Freckles" trying to eat "Chicken Noodle". I knew "Chicken Noodles" time was coming to a close. He was getting so skinny and couldn't jump like he used to. And with "Piggy", a.k.a. "Freckles", hogging all the food, there wasn't much we could do for him.
And so his time came. I found him the other night as the boys were going to bed. He was lying on his back, with his front legs crossed over his body like arms, and his legs lying outward, bending at the knees of course. He looked like he just lied down and died. Poor thing.
Cody buried him out by the chicks. Hunter and I attended the funeral. We sang "Taps" as he put the dirt over him, and then ended with a moment of silence. Despite this coming from the death of our friend, it was cute to watch my boys as we had a funeral for our toad. We kind of laughed together as we sang "Taps". It's funny to have a funeral over such a small thing as loosing a toad.
So long ol' friend. We'll miss ya but will be getting another one to take your place soon. "Freckles" is lonely now that you're gone. Maybe he should have thought about this before he stole your food and then tried eating you.
It was fun to watch them over the years. At times we'd walk in their bedroom and find the toads climbing up the wall of their aquarium. That's when you can really see their color. They have been so easy to take care of. Just make sure they have water and feed them crickets a couple times a week and that's it.
Lately though we haven't been feeding them as often. And when we did, "Freckles" took all the food. At times we'd find "Freckles" trying to eat "Chicken Noodle". I knew "Chicken Noodles" time was coming to a close. He was getting so skinny and couldn't jump like he used to. And with "Piggy", a.k.a. "Freckles", hogging all the food, there wasn't much we could do for him.
And so his time came. I found him the other night as the boys were going to bed. He was lying on his back, with his front legs crossed over his body like arms, and his legs lying outward, bending at the knees of course. He looked like he just lied down and died. Poor thing.
Cody buried him out by the chicks. Hunter and I attended the funeral. We sang "Taps" as he put the dirt over him, and then ended with a moment of silence. Despite this coming from the death of our friend, it was cute to watch my boys as we had a funeral for our toad. We kind of laughed together as we sang "Taps". It's funny to have a funeral over such a small thing as loosing a toad.
So long ol' friend. We'll miss ya but will be getting another one to take your place soon. "Freckles" is lonely now that you're gone. Maybe he should have thought about this before he stole your food and then tried eating you.
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