Last Step!

Jackson had his wisdom teeth out on Friday.

Four is easier than seven (Braxton)!

Jackson was in and out in 20 minutes. My favorite part was when his doctor walked in wearing basketball shorts, a cutoff Nike hoodie and his running shoes. It made me giggle. My second favorite part was when Jackson refused the ice pack I got for him because he wanted a "turbin." He was not about to settle for anything less than a dang "turbin."

What do they give these people when they have their wisdom teeth out?! I need to get me some!

This is the last step before he finishes up his interviews and puts his mission papers in!

Little Less Wisdom

Yesterday morning, Brax had seven treasure boxes of wisdom removed. This kid has had seven operations - four of them life-saving. He was by far the most nervous about this one!! And, he was NOT happy about not being able to eat. Poor Peanut!

The surgery went well and we got home within a couple of hours. The doctor said Wednesday through Friday will be the worst. Because of the amount of teeth, his right side is BAD. It is so swollen that he can't close that side of his mouth. And, it's going to get worse. Awesome! Jackson is in charge today and tomorrow. If they need me, they will call me and I will be right there!

Peanut asked to keep his teeth, thinking the tooth fairy is coming. News alert: The tooth fairy isn't coming! I'll take more pictures when he says it's okay. I don't want to make him feel bad right now.

Lots of Wisdom

Monday, Braxton came to work with me all day because he had an oral surgeon appointment in Ogden that afternoon. He was super well-behaved for the first five hours, then he started to do annoying teenager things, such as: wheel himself around the entire office in a desk chair whilst playing games on his phone, search every drawer in my office for snacks over and over and over again, ask 12569403 questions... the list really goes on and on. Good thing he's cute.

He and I headed to the doctor and found out quickly that the boy has seven wisdom teeth. Seven. Not four. Seven. The doctor said, "Well, that's rare." I guarantee you that I have heard those words regarding my children 1839205837 times. For real. Seven. Ugh. They wanted to do surgery Wednesday. Uh, no. So, Monday is the day. Surgery on Monday for seven dang wisdom teeth. You'd think that seven wisdom teeth would equal a whole lot of wisdom. Unfortunately in Braxton's case, that just isn't the way it's worked out. Good thing he's cute!

Kicking Cancer's Arce

Yesterday was the day that the surgeon went in and took out the rest of that cancer. Miracles happen. Know why? The only thing the surgeon had to take out was that ovary. No bowel. No other organs. That bowel had cancer in it. Not now. Nana has four holes in her tummy. Nothing but a thing that is. The boys and I drove down yesterday and loved on that Nana. She won't remember it, but we don't care. We have pictures. Pops was right... we should have audio recorded what she was saying because it was priceless. She LOVED cranberry juice yesterday. Colton is a good boy. Who is Eric? How are P and Rock? Who is Jackson's new girlfriend? Kaydon is handsome. Pops has great ideas. It's weird that Braxton isn't the one in the hospital. She is tired of the bed. She wants a shake, except she throws them up so not today.

Oh, how we love this badass?!!!!!!!