so you got glasses...

Ok, so my sister and I were comparing glasses today. She's never had glasses (well, as an adult anyway) and I never wear mine. This is why I never wear mine! Hello Wanda! No offense meant, I am just not quite ready to start looking this much like my mom!



On a totally different subject, Matthew had his first scrimage game last night! He shot the winning basket! Nothing but net! woohoo! He's the kid who only comes up to everyone elses's shoulders. I was nervous about letting him play, but he's doing alright so far!

Just because she's cute

Ellie is now a princess...

Today we celebrated Ellie's 3rd birthday! She said, "Today is my birthday! Today I is a princess!". Sure enough, she donned her princess attire and pranced about whilst pulling brightly wrapped "princess packages" out of a seemingly bottomless bag of gifts. Here are some pics, enjoy!

Why little girls must ride in carts...even if they are "big now"

Ellie, Abbie and I went for a quick trip to Walmart this afternoon to get some bananas. After steering Ellie past the pears and grapes we starting bagging some bananas up. Simple trip, right? Wrong. As I am bagging, I hear an all too familiar little voice heading away from me. I look up from my search for the perfect, not-too-green-not-too-yellow bananas, to see Ellie with running with arms flailing after a white haired woman, yelling, "great grammaaaaaaaa! stop! I'm Ellie!". In shear horror I bolted with the cart, greatful that I had Abbie buckled in. I snatched Ellie up a few steps before she dove into this woman who was most assuredly, not great gramma. Great, do we really need to go into this in the middle of the produce department? "Ellie, honey, sweety, that's not great gramma. Do you remember great gramma died, and went back to live with Heavenly Father?" "She came back to see me. She was sleeping in that bed." "No sweety, that wasn't a bed, and she wasnt sleeping. That was a special box that they burry you under the ground in after you die." "oh, is gramma dead?" "no, gramma is at work." "is mom-mom dead?" "no honey, mom-mom is at work too" "Oh, great gramma is at work mom, she just sleepin in that bed." "let's go find some pears, huh?" There was another couple checking out the fried chicken and listening in to this convo with my soon to be 3 year old, and giggling.

I know it takes a looooooooooong loooooooooong time for little ones to understand the concept of death, but I honestly didn't think Ellie would even remember the funeral, or even great gramma for that matter. We were only able to see her a handful of times in the past year. I know better than to underestimate children...I just assumed that because she never said anything about great gramma ever, funeral included, that she would never bring it up. Oy.

We get busy sometimes

Ok, so I haven't posted in a bit...it's been a tad bit hectic. Hectic is really nothing new, just an excuse I like to use for being lazy, which is nearly an every day occurance.

Back on January 3rd, I had a wonderful idea to have a family outing. Kevin was off work, and the kids did not have to return to school until the 7th. Things could not have been more ideal. I planned a trip to a local pizza buffet, then on to the Children's Museum. To add to the day's idealness, I also had "kids eat free coupons", and it was a free day at the musuem. Lunch and activities for 8 people, for under $15. We got about 15 minutes into eating, and realized we truly are playing russian roulette in our attempts to feed a highly allergic 12 mo old. We gave her diced eggs. Aparantly Abigayil and eggs don't mix. She started out with hives on her mouth, then started pulling at her neck and wheezing. Great, flashbacks to a few weeks ago. We called the doctor, stabbed her with an epi pen and gathered up the rest of the kids (by gathered them up I mean we dragged the middle 3 out kicking and screaming about wanting to eat, and not having had any icecream yet) and got into the burb to rush down the street to the ER. As soon as we got everyoen buckled in, Abigayil projectile vomited all over the car. Joy joy, at elast it got the food out of her belly. The ER was a wonderful engagement of more medication stabbing, oxygen masks, respiratory therapy, IVs, and children huddled in the corner sobbing and on their knees praying. Oh I forgot the nurse that didn't actually believe that she was in anaphylaxis for the 4th time in as many months ran out the door yelling something to the effect of, "we need a doctor, she's dying". That is EXACTLY what a room full of scaren children need to hear to prevent them from panicking. We did eventually get Abigayil stabilized and moved her up to the peds unit. This is how we do family outings here at Wunk's Home for Naughty Children. Great isn't it?

I was very impressed with and inspired by, Matthew. He was terrified, but did not panic. Instead he quietly dropped on his knees in prayer and supplication for his tiny sister, and instructed the other children to do so as well. Oh the faith of children! It was not until stong hands were laid on her little head by Daddy and Pop-Pop that she started to make a recovery. My mom asked me a few days later, "What do people do without the priesthood?". They die. I am always in awe that our Heavenly Father is mindful of us, all we need to do is ask for His help. He does hear the prayers of his little, and not so little children. I am thankful for the restored power of the priesthood on this earth, and for his restored gospel. I am thankful for parents who have shown me to pray, and to trust in the Lord. I am incredibly grateful for a sweet and loving husband who holds the priesthood, and for my father for teaching him how to use it. In all this has been a faith building experience. I just pray we can hold off a while before having any more of these kind of faith builders!

On a lighter note...Matthew informed me this past Monday that he signed up for basketball. He also informed me that he is the smallest boy playing. He is excited to be doing something other than shoot hoops in the back yard. He has his first game at the end of the month. I hope he actually gets some time on the court! We still do not know why he has stopped growing. The endocrinologist at the children's hospital in Omaha, NE, said that his initial blood work came back within the normal limits, but he did feel a bit of a goiter. Before anyone pipes up, yes we DO use iodized salt. He goes back in April for further testing.

That is all for now. I had a million things to share, but my sleep deprived brain doesnt function anymore, and alas, Abigayil is awake and signaling that she does indeed require my presence and built in feeding aparatus in her mouth STAT.

Wunk's Home for Naughty Children

WELCOME to the best place on the web to hear about what goes on in the life of a grumpy housewife and mom of six. I am Sarah. I will be your host, while you journey through this small glimpse of what really happens behind the scenes at Wunk's Home for Naughty Children.

A quick rundown of the Home's residents...

Kevin and Sarah Married in June of 1994 and founded the Home. The Home is open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. The founders of the home are well versed in managing children's mental health and pharmacological needs. They are currently engaging in hands on training for the management of asthma, food allergy and anaphylaxis and children's endocrinology. Sarah works full time during the Home's open hours. Kevin brings in additional funding sources by working as a machinist for BNSF Railways when he is not busy at the Home, or working with the local BSA troop. All male residents are strongly urged to be an active member of the Boy Scouts or Cub Scouts of America.


Matthew is the oldest resident, and by far the most difficult. He is nearly 13, and began living at the Home in March 1995. He is active in Boy Scouts, and enjoys playing clarinet.

Annie was received at the home late December 1996. She is now 11 and starting to enter that exciting time of life, called puberty. Redheads and puberty are a volatile combination. I reccomend avoiding it at all costs. She enjoys beading and knitting, and has won local fair competitions with her handwork.

Avram, aka: Bubs, joined the bunch in May, 1999. Avram's interests include toads, snakes, making horrible messes that "some crazy guy" keeps setting him up to take the fall for, and eating peanut butter under the bed.

Kaleb, who will be 7 next month, often accompanies Avram in the pursuit of amphibians and reptiles, and eating peanut butter under the bed. Kaleb hopes to be a shark trainer one day. He currently is a purveyor of small handmade quilts, stuffed turtles, and penguins.

Ellie is one of our youngest residents, awaiting her 3rd birthday this month. Ellie aspires to be a princess, and actively prances and gallops about as part of her formal training.

Abbie is the latest arrival at Wunk's Home for Naughty Children. She celebrated her first birthday last month. She enjoys nursing and actively supports the right to be fed at all hours of the day or night.


Unfortunately, the Home had to close it's doors to new residents following some life threatening health issues upon Abbie's arrival. The Home wishes to thank Frankenwomb for it's many years of service. Frankenwomb permanently retired on December 15th, 2006.