Ricker Family

Date With My Girl

2012-01-22T22:25:00.001-06:00

For Christmas, my sister and I decided to take our girls and mom to the Houston Ballet's performance of the Nutcracker.

2012-01-22T22:04:00.004-06:00

We've got a bad case of squirrels. Yes, squirrels. They have taken over our attic. At first it was amusing. We could go up and see them. Then we could go up and see them, and their babies. We'd watch them run across our roof and jump up into the uncovered attic vents on the underside of our roof. They are no longer so amusing. They're loud. They need to go.

Please don't think badly of me...

I bought some rat poison. Three bags. Each bag has little blocks of who-knows-what that are to be distributed around the problematic area. Since the boys are always willing to go into the attics I gave specific instructions and sent them on their way. "Put two bags around the lower attic, one around the upper attic." 1 minute later Tyler declares "did it mom!"

Now, I didn't think it'd take a great deal of time but 1 minute was mighty quick. I asked exactly what they had done. "We put 2 bags in the lower attic, 1 in the upper". I thought a minute, smiled, and asked, "boys, did you take the blocks out of the bag?" Nope. They had thrown the bags, still sealed, into the attic and were legitimately confident in the job they had done. Nice. Luckily they were able to retrieve the bags and get the job done right.

I'm morbidly, anxiously anticipating hearing little thumps coming from my attic.

3 years ago today...

2012-01-22T22:00:00.004-06:00

...we welcomed this beautiful boy into our family. He brought sunshine that we were so desperately needing and has been shining ever since. He is simply delightful. 3 years have been so much fun, I can't wait to see what this next year brings!

Happy Birthday my Jack!

My Grandpa's Book!

2011-12-13T23:21:00.003-06:00

I'd heard it was coming, and now it's here! This is the story of my grandpa, David Ririe, and his 13 month experience in Hitler's Nazi prison camp after his plane was shot down during World War II. If it's your genre of book, check it out!

11

2011-12-09T14:21:00.002-06:00

11 years ago early, early this morning this sweet boy joined our family.
I am so proud of the young man he is turning into. He is kind and compassionate, thoughtful and respectful. I so very much appreciate the example he sets for his brothers and sister.

Happy Birthday my boy.

2011-11-20T20:33:00.000-06:00

Squidie

2011-11-13T21:29:00.005-06:00

Last week I was greeted at school pick-up with "Mom! I have a squid!" Half unsure of what I'd heard and half completely aware that with Trey, I probably heard right, I questioned his comment. Sure enough, his class had studied the squid and at the end Trey asked if he could have it. I guess there weren't any possible complications that crossed his teacher's mind when she bagged the thing up and packed it in his backpack.
The kid came home like he'd just found gold. I couldn't get rid of it, aside from the fact I'm not really sure how to dispose of a squid carcass. He had already named it, "Squidie". Darling, I know. We now had a dead squid, in a baggie, in my kitchen. I quickly googled "preserving a squid" (never saw that search coming) and Bailey and I ran out to get the necessary supplies. Squidie now sits in a mason jar filled with 91% alcohol on a shelf in Trey's room (details provided should you ever need to preserve a squid- apparently it's a realistic possibility).

A Little Surprise

2011-11-08T00:00:00.001-06:00

My sister in law came across this little video clip taken just a month or so before Peyton was diagnosed. Peyton couldn't find his pants...

It's amazing how quickly you forget this child. His sweet voice is music to my ears.

Happy Occasion

2011-11-07T23:47:00.005-06:00

Robert's sister, her husband, and their 3 little girls were sealed together in the Houston Temple.
They looked like little angels - 3 little cousins now part of a forever family...

B.I.G.Love Fun Run

2011-11-07T23:10:00.005-06:00

B.I.G. Love Cancer Care provides care packages and necessities to the families at Texas Children's, MD Anderson Children's, and Arkansas Children's Hospitals. Last year a group of teachers ran in their annual fun run in honor of Peyton. This year, Team Peyton was the largest team entered and raised the 3rd highest amount of money in the school category.

(SOME of this year's team)

The Peyton Project was invited to add fliers in the race packets, and we were offered the opportunity to do a table in memory of Peyton. His sweet little belongings came together in such a perfectly reflective way. I appreciated the chance to share him.
We are truly blessed to feel so much love and support. Thank you to all of the teachers, families, cheerleaders, and friends that participated in memory of Peyton and supported such a wonderful cause.

"What manner of men ought ye be?"

2011-09-21T16:44:00.001-05:00

First Day of School

2011-09-18T21:16:00.003-05:00

This boy has started preschool like a pro. Why? Because his classroom is well stocked with monster trucks and dinosaurs. He attends two mornings a week and loves it!

Bailey is now in 1st grade and still isn't quite sure what to make of it. She loves her teacher, friends, and big kid desk but misses the coziness of kindergarten.
Trey is in 2nd grade. He comes home every day with some brand new information to share. This past week I've been taught the finer details of rural, urban, and suburb areas. He even drew detailed pictures of each for me so I'd clearly understand.

Tyler has started 5th grade. Here, that means middle school! As long planned, he is now being home schooled. This was a decision Robert and I made very early on in our children's schooling career and the time (middle school age) has finally come. I've had years to prepare and am pleased that so far my preparations have all worked out well. I have the support of the people whose opinions matter most to me and that is a huge encouragement. I realize that, as a friend put it, this is "a road less traveled". But like the poem concludes, I hope this makes all the difference. Tyler is loving it. He's such a great kid.

Our sweet Peyton would be starting 4th grade. His picture would have been of him with a blue shirt and manatee necklace. He would have come home telling me the funny things his friends did and said. I would have seen little doodles of superheroes and manatees on his homework papers. His backpack would have held library books on penguins and polar bears. I'd have one more lunch to pack, one more folder to go through, and one more kiss to give each morning before drop off.

In cleaning out the glove compartment in my van, I came across the bright yellow paper in the plastic sheet protector that I used for pickup in the car line the year we moved here. One side says "Tyler Ricker". The other side says "Peyton Ricker" (Peyt was in kindergarten so I picked him up an hour before Tyler). That sign now hangs taped to my windshield with a new yellow sign facing out for Trey and Bailey. On the back side, "Peyton Ricker". It's nice having little reminders.

Sweet Reminders

2011-09-18T21:09:00.002-05:00

He's more like his big brother than he realizes. Whenever we tell him he's a lot like Peyton he says "no, me Jack". He's stubborn and sweet and has a wicked little mischievous side. He loves super heroes like no one other than Peyt. He loves to know he's being covered in Peyton's blanket, or playing with Peyton's toys, or watching Peyton's favorite show.

He points to the pictures of Christ in our home and says "Peytie with Jesus".
I often find him in our library looking through his Peyton book. This particular day he took it with him into my room and this is how I found him.

The joy this little boy brings to our family is impossible to describe. He reminds us all so much of Peyton. Although Jack is definitely his own little person, I'm grateful for the frequent glimpses I get of my sweet Peyt's personality in his little brother. I can just imagine their embrace when they meet again. They'll have a lot of catching up to do.

Big Love Cancer Fun Run

2011-08-23T21:25:00.008-05:00

I'm passing this information along, just in case your're interested. No pressure, really.

On September 17th, a group of friends and teachers are participating in The Big Love Cancer fun run in Angleton. As they did last year, they will be racing this year in honor and memory of our Peyton.

This year, they are having tshirts made for those wanting to participate in the race as part of their team, and for those not participating, but wanting to support the The Peyton Project and honor his memory.

The shirts are available in child and adult sizes and are $10 each if you are racing, $15 each if you are not racing.

For information about the race go to http://www.biglovecancercare.org/

For information about the Peyton Project, click the link on the right.

If you're interested in ordering tshirts, please let me know by Saturday, August 27th.

You can e-mail me at jennajricker@yahoo.com

Thanks in advance!

A Visit to the Valley

2011-07-05T15:52:00.006-05:00

Or as my kids pointed out, it's not a valley, there are no mountains. They instead decided it should be called the flat, hot place. Whatever you'd like to call it, we took a trip down to Harlingen with Robert's mom to go take care of some "Grandpa" buisness and decided to make a little vacation out of it.

We spent a day at Schlitterbahn- South Padre Island, and then the next day while Robert and his mom got some work done at the house, the kids and I went off exploring. Thanks to Charlotte (what the kids have named our GPS) we found the Iwo Jima Memorial and Museum and the Palo Alto Battlefield National Historic Site. Tyler and Trey were a bit disappointed I wouldn't let them roam the battlefield looking for blood and bullets. Boys.

Open to Interpretation (I suppose)

2011-06-05T21:47:00.002-05:00

Robert: "Trey! Why were you playing in the mud?!"
Trey: "I wasn't, I was in the dirt."
Robert: "Wet dirt is MUD!"
Trey: "It wasn't wet, dad. It was moist."

Really. Who can get mad at a kid for that kind of reasoning. Obnoxious? Yep.

We're off to scout camp this week. I'm sure he'll find lots of moist dirt to play in. Boys are great :)

There's Nothing Like...

2011-05-29T10:56:00.004-05:00

Waking up to "Mom, don't freak out, but Astrid got out last night. Don't worry, Trey and I are setting up a trap to get her. "

This is Astrid.I am VERY pleased to report she is now back home safe will her pal Hiccup.

"Peypie"

2011-05-24T21:46:00.005-05:00

I've been reminded on more than one occasion that our family blog was a bit behind on upkeep. The last few days I've been working on fixing that.

Yesterday I was sitting on my bed uploading pictures and I had my little Jack sitting next to me watching a "Thomas" show. The pictures peaked his interest and as I scrolled through the entries, he pointed out everyone in our family by saying his version of their names. When we got to the December posts, he jumped up, pointed to my computer screen, and said "Peypie". He saw his sweet big brother. We then went looking for more pictures of Peyton and made it all the way back to August of 2009 where we watched a video of Peyton singing.

This morning I was in the kitchen baking and Jack came running in. He said something to me that I didn't understand. We did our normal back and forth of him talking and me trying to decipher. Finally he said "Peypie". "Peytie?" I asked. "Yeah!" he said and then pointed towards my room. I started to follow him assuming he was going to point out a picture we have hanging in our bedroom that he likes to look at. What I found was my laptop opened with obvious signs of lots of mouse clicking. "Peypie" he said, "Compu". It was "computer" he had tried to tell me when he first came into the kitchen. He hopped up on my bed, got comfy, and waited while I pulled up the video of Peyton singing. I went back to work in the kitchen and twice was interrupted with "Again!". 3 times he watched that video today. I'm so glad he feels a closeness to a brother he only vaguely remembers.

After watching that sweet video of Peyton singing I went looking for this one. Taken just weeks before he passed away, I knew I'd want to be able to remember how sweet and gentle his little spirit was as it rested inside his increasingly weak and fragile body. We sat in our game room and played.

Baseball Season

2011-05-24T20:39:00.002-05:00

We'd avoided baseball like the plague. We knew it would be a big time commitment. But, it's baseball. I figured we had to let him try it. He'd asked forever so we finally said "yes". He just barely made the age cut to play Machine Pitch 1. So, Trey was one of the youngest players in his entire division, a good head shorter than most of them too, never had played before while most of the other kids were in their 3rd season, and was having fast balls pelted at his head. He absolutely loved it. His favorite position? Catcher. The gear was so big on him he could hardly walk. His most played position? Right field, which he was not wild about but good at. He changed his feelings toward the the position when his great-grandpa told him that the great Babe Ruth played right field. The coaches were so sweet and supportive of him, and his little teammates did a great job catching him up. Even Tyler who began the season with absolutely no interest in baseball is so anxious to play next spring.

Kindergarten Music Program

2011-05-23T21:51:00.003-05:00

Bailey and 5 of her little gal pals were asked to perform a dance number to the Zebra Zydeco song in their kindergarten music program. The best part (well, according to Bailey)- the great sassy zebra outfit. She's "always wanted zebra clothes". I shouldn't be surprised.
She's in pink on the left...

Aunt Sarah's Wedding

2011-05-23T20:24:00.005-05:00

Robert's youngest sister was married last month in our church's temple up in Houston. On what couldn't have been a more beautiful day, it was a good excuse to get all the little cousins together (well, minus 4). Here they all are being so sweet and patient.

Groundhog Trey

2011-05-22T23:36:00.002-05:00

"We're lucky to have a gardener who appreciates their blooms. He likes the way they smell so nice, like natural perfume!"

That was his line and he said it just perfect.

Easter Weekend

2011-05-22T23:08:00.006-05:00

There's a little zoo just outside of Austin that we decided to check out. My kids have decided that this is the "best zoo ever"! We were the only ones there so the kids roamed freely getting up close and personal with the animals.

We went to the State Capitol and Visitor's Center. It was exciting! And by that I don't mean educationally stimulating. I mean we lost Trey on one of the 4 elevators and Jack jumped the rope and made a mad dash for the judge's seat. I'm not sure what standard protocol is, but I'm going to guess that there were some security guards seriously under performing. There's no way we didn't provide reason to be kicked out.

Also on the agenda, a cavern tour and river swimming at McKinney Falls and Pedernales Falls State Parks. Just for kicks we drove through Bastrop and Buescher State Parks too.

Trey

2011-05-22T23:00:00.000-05:00

In March our Trey turned 7!

He's our child most likely to do anything. He is a firework and we are constantly amazed what this kid can come up with. He's fiercely spunky, outrageously goofy, and we love him to pieces.

Happy Birthday Trey!

Bailey

2011-05-22T22:58:00.003-05:00

In February our girl turned 6.

She's sweet and sassy, perfectly girly, and tough as nails. She's a soccer playing, ballet dancing, frog catching princess who can sing like a bird and growl like a fire-breathing dragon. She is clearly the product of a family full of boys. She's a wonderful sparkly blessing in our lives.

Happy Birthday Bailey!

Jack

2011-05-22T22:50:00.004-05:00

In January our baby turned 2!

He's a bright and sunny ball of cheeky entertainment. He can jump, spin, and as we recently learned, spit smoothie through a straw- at his father- amidst boisterous cheering from his older siblings. It's great. He's just so much fun

Happy Birthday my little Jack!

Arkansas

2011-05-22T22:16:00.004-05:00

See, this is where having a sister really pays off big :)

I'm tired of not having snow. Had it only been a decision between my husband and I, I would have been hauling the kids off to the white stuff on my own. My sister, however, was fully on board with my idea to go hunting for snow. Had it only been a decision between her and her husband, she'd be still missing snow. So, Josie and I were totally determined to make it happen, and our husbands were mildly in shock at their realization that they'd married women prone to similar bouts of insanity. All we had was a date. MLK day. My kids had a holiday. Up until 2 days before we had no idea where we were going. We were tracking the weather between New Mexico and Georgia and found a little spot up in Arkansas so off we went...

December

2011-05-22T21:52:00.002-05:00

December, as always, was outrageously chaotic, overly busy, and perfectly wonderful. I was grateful that this Christmas was not our first without Peyton, it made it a bit easier knowing we'd already made it through one before without him. I'm grateful we experienced that while still numb of his passing.

Each year at this time I make an attempt to photograph my family. This involves setting my camera settings, my tripod, and getting us all in the shot while still maintaining some level of pleasant expressions. This was one of about, oh, 50 or so...

The one above we sent off with Christmas cards. The one below is the first "kid's picture" with our Peyton stand in. Couldn't do it without him...I'd been waiting for the right show to take the kids to for their first Broadway experience. This one was just perfect!

The kids and I went with Bailey's current, and Trey's former Kindergarten teacher and her sweet daughter.
Also on the agenda was the first Peyton Project delivery. The kids and I took 50 packages full of cards, letters, pictures, and stories up to Texas Children's Hospital's General Clinic Research Center. It was so nice to see all of our old friends. The packages were delivered to their patients, patients on the oncology floor, and the outpatient oncology clinic. As always, the kids left with something fun...

Peyton's Playground

2011-05-22T21:34:00.007-05:00

So, since I'm way behind on posting, this one is a little out of place...

On Peyton's 9th birthday we took the kids to the playground at their school to write messages on light blue balloons for their brother that were then released into the sky.

Later that evening, we were joined by the scout pack, the firefighters, and lots of friends as the final touch was added on the playground that was put in as a memorial to Peyton. A beautiful plaque was affixed to the front.

My kids now refer to it as "Peyton's Playground". I'm okay with it :)

In Memory of

Peyton Ricker

Beloved Student, Classmate, and Friend

A perfect "10"

2010-12-09T23:51:00.006-06:00

Tyler was only 7 years old when Peyton was diagnosed with cancer. He had just finished 1st grade. The kids and I moved in with my sister and her little girl (her husband was in Afghanistan) while Peyton received radiation.

Tyler's prayer one night during this time included "please bless me to be able to take care of mom and Aunt Josie". Seven. Just seven.

Our sweet Tyler is now into double digits. 10 years old.

So, 10 of the reasons I'm so grateful for this boy...

1. He will do what he knows is right even if it pains him.

2. He is fiercely protective of his siblings.

3. His imagination and creativity are astounding.

4. He loves my company.

5. He is a stellar example for those who look up to him.

6. He has a great sense of humor.

7. He is deeply and completely compassionate.

8. He is genuinely thoughtful.

9. He has a wonderful sense of self and purpose.

10. He is a hard worker.

We are grateful we get to be his family. He's a pretty neat kid.

9 years

2010-12-06T05:54:00.004-06:00

Today 9 years ago our sweet Peyton joined our family...

It is days like today that make me more grateful than ever to know that he is happy, healthy, and in great company. It's days like today that I imagine he'll find away to let me know he loves me.

www.caringbridge.org/visit/ourpeyton

Gig 'em Ags!

2010-09-25T21:59:00.003-05:00

We finally made it back to Kyle Field, the best place in the whole world to watch a football game.

Whoa!!!

2010-09-25T21:38:00.003-05:00

You mean some of these things aren't "baby safe"?

(Really, MAM. You have a high paid advertising team and this is the marketing slogan they came up with? Thank you for letting me know that it is safe to give these baby pacifiers to my baby.)

We Ran Away!!!

2010-09-25T21:18:00.004-05:00

Yep, for a week! Without kids! To Mexico! Robert planned it all by himself and it was SO much fun. It was our first getaway since our honeymoon 10 years ago. We just may have to make a habit of this.

New Toy

2010-09-25T20:57:00.002-05:00

We have a pond by our house. Logically, we needed to find something to do with it. Tyler and his friend have learned to control it well and can take it out themselves.

Responsible Parenting, I know.

2010-09-25T20:25:00.005-05:00

It's been a rainy summer. The kids were tired of being inside. I was tired of them being inside. This was a rainy day. So rainy in fact that this is how my neighbor went to get his mail. My kids weren't nearly so worried about getting wet. Tyler raced back and force igniting shrieks of glee from a drenched baby brother...
Trey took the opportunity to relax a little. Yes, there was enough water to keep the boogie board afloat...

Bailey did whatever she felt looked cute and then asked me to take a picture...

And Jack, well, Jack was enjoying the cool, crisp beverage served up by our sidewalk...

YUM!!!

Brenham

2010-09-25T20:04:00.004-05:00

Good Grief We're in Trouble With This One...

2010-09-16T20:29:00.002-05:00

So she's a girl. Yes. She's already planned her wedding, loves the big kiss at the end of movies, and giggles when Robert and I hold hands. Fine. Cute. But this is no longer where it all ends...

Yesterday, I got word that my daughter, my 5 year old little kindergartner, and her two new gal pals were sitting at the lunch table blowing kisses to a little boy the table over. If this was it I wouldn't be so concerned. Bailey, however, went on to explain to my inside source that she chases him around the playground so she can kiss him. We had the necessary "you don't kiss boys 'til you're 30" talk but I'm not so sure it sunk in. Today just before I left from volunteering I stopped by the cafeteria where Bailey and her little friends were occupying their usual spot. "Bailey has a boyfriend" is what I was greeted with. "Yep, she wants to kiss him". Lovely. There are still kids who are crying about being dropped off at school. In contrast, my daughter has already formed a clique and developed a questionable reputation.

For the record, there has been no kiss, nor is the whole idea endorsed or supported by us, her parents. We have raised her with good morals and standards, sent her off into the world, and after 3 weeks, this is what we are dealing with. Nice.

Also for the record, the little boy who is at the end of all these blown kisses is darling and has fantastic parents. I point this out only to note that at least she has good taste- the one reassuring fact in all this.

BBQ Anyone?

2010-08-29T21:15:00.007-05:00

We've witnessed countless blessings that have come unexpectedly and have changed our lives. Our relationship with the Brazoria County Cavalry is one of them. When Peyton became an honorary Firefighter he was then eligible to become an honorary member of the Brazoria County Cavalry, in fact, he's the only honorary member of the cavalry. The day of his birthday party our street was filled with fire trucks and countless motorcycles, one of which even brought Santa. In our front yard they presented Peyton with his custom made leather vest and spoke of his strength, courage, and faith. We knew very little about them when they first extended their services but have come to admire, respect, and love the men and women who spend so much of their time in selfless service.

The following is from an e-mail I recently received. Thought I'd pass it along...

Cavalry and Extended Families,

Many of you have asked how you can make a donation or help Brazoria County Cavalry. Even though we need more of your time than your donations, we are asking you to assist us by purchasing BBQ plates donated by owner Joe Gordin of AMEN Cycles. Joe wanted to do something to support BCC and our Heroes. All proceeds from the sale of the BBQ plates will help BCC continue to purchase hats that we give to every Hero we go see.

We are asking you to come to AMEN Cycles located at 16195 Hwy 288, Angleton, Texas on Saturday September 4th 2010 between 11:00am and 1:00pm to help us help others. Those who serve our Country and County deserve everything we can give them. The BBQ plates will be sold for $10.oo each with the goal of selling 500 plates. Please let all of your friends know about this event. Our Heroes are worth it.

So with that, my friends, I invite you to treat your family to what I'm sure will be some fantastic Texas BBQ and know that you are supporting a very worthy organization that does a lot of good.

First Day of School

2010-08-26T11:54:00.003-05:00

There are lots of pictures from this summer I still need to get up, but for the grandmas, these needed to get posted quick...

Tyler's in 4th, Trey's in 1st and Bailey is in Kindergarten.

After taking the one above, Bailey said "wait mom, I want a stylish one". She's crazy...

Jack will be starting preschool in a couple of weeks. Since hanging up the backpack rack in our kitchen he's wanted nothing to do with his. I wasn't too concerned. I figured once he saw the big kids with theirs he wouldn't object to using his. I was right. This is the second day of school...
Every morning since, and everytime I say "come on Jack, lets go get the kids" he runs over, grabs his backpack and heads out the door.

They've been coming home exhausted but are having such a good time. We expect only good things this school year!

2010-07-24T21:10:00.002-05:00

My kitchen walls have been a work-in-progress for, uh, two years? Well, thanks to a much needed kick in the rear to get finished I now have only a little painting left to do (that's after stripping, priming, and texturing. Darn that bright springy floral wallpaper!).

So, I've been painting- with all the kids home- and awake. It's exciting!

I early on in my motherhood career learned that if I am to expect my children to be willing workers I have to, well, allow them to work. This tends to take a tremendous amount of patience on my part as I often cringe at the words "mom, can I help?" as they most frequently come when the work to be done has the potential for a mess. The bigger the mess potential, the more zealous the volunteers.

The kids were upstairs playing. I was painting. Quietly. Very quietly. Bailey needed a snack. My secret was out. She pleaded and promised to be SO careful. I gave her a small brush and told her exactly where she could paint. Then Trey needed a snack. He pleaded but wisely did not promise to be SO careful as he is fully aware that he and paint have yet to combine in a neat and orderly fashion. Again, if I always say "no" when they ask to help they will eventually just stop asking. Paint away, my little ones...

Top 10 things overheard during Ricker kitchen painting

10. "Mom, can I have a napkin?"
9. "Will you be mad if a little bit spills?"
8. "Oh, there's a little spot on the floor. Well, 1, 2, 345, 6..."
7. "Look! A smiley face!"
6. "Mom, can I have a rag?"
5. "People are going to think this looks SO nice when they look at the wall over there."
4. "How do you spell 'Welcome to our kitchen?'"
3. "Wow! The floor looks good this color too!"
2. "Mom, can I have the mop?"
and finally...
1. "No! Mom doesn't want the plug thing painted!"

I'm told I will miss "opportunities" like this in 20 years.

2010-06-17T20:47:00.000-05:00

2010-06-07T23:26:00.006-05:00

This almost makes up for the next post...

That's some Sunny D in the love cup. Smooth.
And the ABC stands for hugs, kisses, and loves in Spanish.
(Not sure when he took to addressing me as Jenna, though)

Rotten Banana

2010-06-07T22:33:00.005-05:00

I've decided that I just love kindergarten. Why? Because it's just so darn amusing. I love how after spending just a few minutes having lunch with Trey's class I know the happenings of every child's family, who has the most checks by their name, and how many times they had to put their heads down. Nowhere else can so much information be obtained at such lightening quick speed. They are bold and bright and completely lacking any quantitative amount of verbal filtering.

A story...

A few weeks back I ventured outside my normal spectrum of t-shirt colors and showed up in Trey's class wearing a bright yellow shirt. It was cute. Bright, I admit, but it's summer.

"Mom, next time you wear that shirt you should wear yellow pants so then you'll look like a banana!"
"Ya Mrs. Ricker! You could be a banana!"
"Well Mrs. Ricker, you look like half a banana now!"

Darling.

Fun in the sun day was the last week of school. Each grade was assigned a color to wear. Kindergarten wore yellow.

I showed up in Trey's class wearing a brown top and denim skirt- no yellow on me.

"Ha! You all look like a bunch of bananas! A whole class full of bananas!"

18 voices nearly in unison as if they all had been waiting for an excuse to mock me:

"You look like a rotten banana!"

My comeback?

"I can make good banana bread. I'm allergic to all of you!"

And the win goes to the unruly 5 year olds.

Watch it wee ones or no summer play dates at the Ricker house for you!

What Could Have Been

2010-06-01T04:14:00.001-05:00

The last few weeks of school are always crazy.

We've had music programs, award ceremonies, pack meetings, class parties, and cameos on the morning announcements. It's nuts. Wonderfully chaotic, but nuts.

With everything going on with our 3rd grader and kindergartner, it's made it even more evident that we are missing our little 2nd grader.

My heart broke as I watched his wolf den crossover and become bears. The spunky little group of boys who Peyton had so much fun with all stood as still as they could (which was not so still) as their parents put their blue neckerchiefs around their necks. When Peyton began scouts as a tiger he used to always say he couldn't wait to be a bear so he could have a blue neckerchief. He earned his wolf badge just weeks before he passed away. He was ready to move on to Bears. He never did get to wear blue.

I wish he could have walked up and proudly received the certificates he'd earned this year. He loved being recognized for his good work although you'd never guess it by the calm and collected way he would graciously accept the acknowledgement. He'd made the reading team, honor role, and I'm sure would have gotten a Reach Award. He's just that kind of kid.

Although I know it makes him smile, I sure wish he could have played on the fire truck that's been put up in his memory. It's perfect. Every time I see it I think "my Peytie would have loved it".

I'm sad Peyton will never get to have Tyler's teacher. It is in my opinion that every child everywhere should get to have his teacher. She is "practically perfect in every way". It breaks my heart that I should have a child in her class next year but won't.

We're ending this school year with one less child than we started it with. Peyton's good health had let me think for a moment of having 4 kids in the 5 grades of their school.

This has been a tough year for our kids but they have done as well as they have in large part because of love and support they've received from their teachers and friends.

This fall we will once again send 3 little Rickers off to school for what can only be a less eventful year.

First Day of School - August 2009

"Yours is the Earth, and everything that's in it.

And, which is more, you'll be a man my son".

-from "If" by Rudyard Kipling

2010-05-26T21:10:00.000-05:00

Sunday after church we went to see this for the first time.

The ground is still unsettled although the grass has begun to grow in.
It's exactly how I hoped it would be- pleasant and peaceful.

One For The Grandmas

2010-05-26T20:54:00.000-05:00

Why Every Family Needs A Little Girl...

2010-05-26T20:50:00.000-05:00

We Camp Like Girls...

2010-05-26T19:24:00.000-05:00

...oh yes we do!

We recently took the kids on a couple of different camping trips.

Some background:

Robert is an Eagle Scout. He's camped all over the southwest. He grew up camping with his family. He eats bugs for breakfast.

I do have camping experience. One summer, at church girls camp, I camped in an air conditioned cabin with a private bathroom. Hey, it was in the middle of the woods and it had bare concrete floors. Archaic!

So, coming from somewhat opposite camping backgrounds, we both had our separate packing lists.

Robert's included stuff like lighter fluid, big hammers, and a few knifes.

Mine included a water filter for the hose spigot, paper towel holder, and a separate shower tent.

Well, our two worlds collided and produced some pretty fun trips (laptops and all)

5 months...

2010-05-21T03:02:00.000-05:00

Nothing, I mean nothing, compares to the occasional, split second feeling of forgetting what Peyton looked and felt like.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to being reminded of how perfectly sweet he is.

Words can't describe what I feel when I see this.

Back in August, just 8 months ago, Peyton was asked to sing this song for the district teachers at their back to school conference.

Thank you, Mrs. V., for giving us this memory.

Happy Mother's Day

2010-05-09T21:49:00.000-05:00

A week of firsts for me, I sent Jenna my first text ever, downloaded music and finally my first blog post. So at the risk of punishment for hijacking my wife's blog... Happy Mother's Day to the woman I love and cherish deeply and the wonderful mother of my children. I love you!

A Noble Effort

2010-04-14T19:23:00.000-05:00

I make every effort to teach my children manners. They try. They really do.

Occasionally I make the kids something for dinner and then Robert will pick something up for he and I on the way home from a meeting. I use these nights to make the kids something either ridiculously lazy and kid friendly like mac & cheese with weenies, or something that uses leftovers.

On one particular night my raiding of the fridge produced cheese tortellini with a spinach marinara-ish sauce. I'm sure I made a fruit salad or something to balance it out. I don't remember exactly. Whatever it was, it wasn't the issue.

I called my kids to the table.

They'd had a very pleasant afternoon. They'd been very sweet and kind to each other. As much as I enjoy this, I have noticed a trend. This behavior by my children leads to well intended conversations like this.

T: Wow mom. Thank you for this dinner. It looks very, um, interesting.
B: Uh mom, could I please have some ranch please?
t(saying the prayer): Thank you for the dinner mom made. Please help it to not taste bad and please help us to not say bad things about it.

They now begin eating. Again, this is just tortellini. Really, a glorified spaghetti. It's not like I've gone Moroccan on them.

T: Mom, this is actually good.
M: Thanks Ty.
T: I mean, it looks disgusting...
t: Sure does.
T: ... but it tastes actually pretty good.
M: Thanks Ty.
B: Excuse me mom, could I please have some ketchup or something? Please?

Bailey and I now begin discussing the level of nastiness involved in the combining of her dinner with ranch and/or ketchup.

Ty and Trey continue a side conversation on the astounding fact that despite how absolutely repulsive the dinner looked, it was indeed edible, and even more surprising, moderately good.

T(after maybe 5 bites): Mom, this was so delicious I just am so full.

Trey agrees and thanks me for being such a great "cooker" even though I make gross looking stuff.

Bailey manages to have a few ranchless and ketchupless bites. I don't think she thanked me.
She didn't yell, though. I'll take it.

My expectations?
My children should speak kindly. Check.
My children should try new foods. Check.
My children should look for the positive in people and situations. Check.

My new expectations?
My children should sit, eat, and keep their sugar-coated opinions to themselves.

A Clarification

2010-04-14T19:04:00.000-05:00

Well, it appears I have a good deal of dog-loving/owning friends who were a bit caught off guard by my declaration of disdain for the darn animals (see "100" post below).

I was prepared to amend my comment as it perhaps came across a bit harsh (although undoubtedly accurate).

That was until one busy morning I stepped in a humongous, nasty, big dog pile of poo while loading my baby into the car in my driveway. Bad? Yes. Worse, I stepped in it unknowingly and didn't realize the bottom of my shoe was lathered in the stuff until I had gone back through my house checking doors and grabbing a bill to drop in the mail. Yep. Nasty, stinky, stupid dog poo on my grass, my shoe, and on my carpet. I changed my shoes, walked back out to the car and being very careful to not step in the now smeared heap of nastiness got in my seat. As I reached to shut my door I dropped the bill. Need I say where?

So, in closing, I would just like to say that yes, I do indeed loathe dogs.

2010-04-03T21:08:00.000-05:00

I know God lives. I know He loves us, each of us, individually. I know that He knows me. He knows my strengths and weaknesses, my pains and fears, my joys and happiness. I know that I am His child and as such have the potential to be like Him.

I know that Jesus Christ is our Savior. My Savior. I know that he willingly volunteered to atone for our sins so that we may be partakers of the plan designed to gets us back home safely. I know that as my older brother, Christ loves me. He has felt not only the weight of my sins, but all of my sorrows. He sacrificed himself for me. He led a life I hope to, in at least some small way, emulate. I know that as I draw closer to the Savior, my home is blessed, my family strengthened, and that I am able to do things I never thought possible.

I know that the gospel of Jesus Christ is true. I know that it was restored in these latter days by a prophet of God. I know that knowledge of it carries great responsibility and accountability, but that it is the only way we can have eternal families and true happiness.

I know that we have a true and living prophet who, as a mouthpiece of the Lord, leads and guides our church today.

I know that miracles happen every day and that we have all been witnesses to them. I know that our lives are continually blessed and enriched by the good grace of a merciful God who knows we fall far short of perfect and still loves us unconditionally.

I know, without a single tiny bit of doubt, that I will have my Peyton again. Not that I’ll happen to run into him in Heaven, or that we’ll meet as friends or former acquaintances, but that we will one day embrace as a mother and a child who have separated for a bit. Our family has been sealed for time and all eternity. I know his spirit is strong and vibrant and that he is busy doing God’s work on the other side. I know that my children will one day have a joyful reunion. I am grateful for the knowledge I have that Peyton lives now safe from pain and fear and will never have to experience the hardships and temptations that this Earthly probation frequently presents.

I know that translated correctly the Bible is true. I know it testifies of the goodness and greatness of God and the example and teachings of His son, Jesus Christ.

I know that the Book of Mormon is the word of God, written anciently for our day. I know that it stands separate from the Bible, not to add to it, but as another testament of Jesus Christ. I know that its promise is true, that if you read it and ask God in prayer, that you will receive confirmation of its truthfulness. Pretty neat promise.

I know that we will only be truly happy by coming to know Christ as our brother and Savior and being partakers of His marvelous gospel.

Happy Easter.

2010-03-31T20:06:00.000-05:00

"Mom", he said. "Why does school have to be so long? I'm just so tired."

I held his hand and as we walked down the school hallway he offered his solution to the problem.

"Why can't school just be recess, then lunch. That's it. Oh, and P.E. nothing else. Then I won't be so tired."

2010-03-25T23:41:00.000-05:00

I've had a few people request this information so I thought I'd post it.

If you would like to donate to the fund for Peyton's memorial at his school, donations can be sent to:

Peyton's Memorial
c/o Bess Brannen Elementary PTO
802 That Way Street
Lake Jackson, TX 77566

Or you can still contact Priscilla (see below post)

Thanks!

2010-03-21T19:57:00.000-05:00

A while back I sat in the gym of a local church. We were there for basketball evaluations. Tyler went first. He was timed on his dribbling and his shots from various points on the court were recorded. This is all done in the attempt to balance teams.

Next it was Peyton's turn. He was nervous. He'd played the previous season which began while he was still on chemo. It was tough, but he really enjoyed it. He never made a basket.

First he did his timed dribbling. He did alright. Well enough to not feel embarrassed. Next was shooting. I could tell by the look on his face he was a bit worried. He shot a few balls and didn't even come close. Then a ball hit the rim. His eyes widened, he grabbed the ball, and shot. It went in. He immediately looked over at me with a stifled grin. I could tell he was about to explode. Heck, I was about to explode. I remember the quiet little thanks I gave right then to my Heavenly Father. I was SO happy for Peyton. He had been so healthy for so long and we were so excited that he would get to play another season of basketball.

That was just 5 months ago.

I'm not sure why but I've thought about this so much lately. His beautiful little body running on the court and the serene look on his round little face. We had no idea that just weeks later he would be unable to walk.

5 months ago

The more I look back on the events of the last year and a half, the more I'm able to see the miracles we witnessed. I am truly grateful for the knowledge I have that my little boy is safe and well. I know he was blessed beyond measure as he endured his illness. I realize more each day what an honor and blessing it is to be his family. I am so grateful that our separation is only temporary.

2010-03-13T23:04:00.000-06:00

Every spring our school holds it's big PTO fundraising event, the Rowdy Round Up. Money raised from this benefits the students and faculty in many ways.

Disclaimer: I am NOT a member of PTO and have tried very hard to stay out of the decision that I'm about to mention. I would honestly be very appreciative of anything done by the school to honor my little Peyton. However, I've seen the pictures and can't help but rally for this thing.

During Peyton's last few weeks of life I'd take him up to school to spend a little time with his friends and teachers. He loved it. Our visits usually turned into complete chaos. It was great. On the way home from one of these visits Peyton chuckled and in his soft, sweet, little broken voice said "Today was fun. It was a laughing day". He told me everyone had made him laugh.

Peyton loved to be active and play and have fun. His classmates still talk of how silly he was on the monkey bars at recess.

As a memorial to Peyton, the school would like to update their playground equipment with the addition of a beautiful fire truck play structure. This would be something that every student at Brannen, and every member of the community would get to enjoy. A permanent reminder of the little firefighter who loved to make people happy.

If you're interested in coming to the Rowdy Round Up, you're officially invited.
If you're interested in donating to the PTO specifically for the memorial for Peyton, you can contact:

Priscilla Bailes
bailespr@gmail.com

Brannen PTO is a non-profit organization and therefore donations to it are tax-deductible.

I'll post pictures once it happens!

Trey

2010-03-11T21:35:00.000-06:00

I am willing to bet that there isn't anything this kid couldn't talk someone into or his way out of.

Yep. He's that good.

I'm fairly confident he won't make it through kindergarten without his "first kiss".

Yep. He's that smooth.

I've been told he's gotten what he's wanted because of his big blue Bambi eyes.

Yep. He's that cute.

I've watched him stand up to his own Goliaths without batting an eyelash.

Yep. He's that confident.

I've felt his little arms around my neck and his tiny hands pat me softly on the back.

Yep. He's that sweet.

6 years ago this ray of sunshine we call Trey joined our family.

Yep. We're that lucky.

Happy Birthday my Trey!!!

Double, Double, Toil and Trouble...

2010-03-10T20:12:00.000-06:00

... paths of chaos, rooms of rubble.

These spritely imps inhabit our home.

Within these walls they freely roam.

They're quick, these two. Partners in crime.

Their teamwork skills are quite sublime.

They're pals for sure, through thick and thin.

He loves her, and she loves him.

Some stealthy plans these two contrive,

Oh the fun of being 5.

(3 weeks of being the same age gets funner every year. For them. It's still insane for the rest of us.)

100

2010-03-02T19:00:00.000-06:00

Rumor has it that the 100th blog post should be 100 things about the author.

Quite honestly, I'm just not that interesting.

I will, however, oblige. Thems the rules.

So, 100 things you may or may not know about me.

1. I'm a Scorpio and tend to fit the description.
2. I was born in Indiana...
3. ...although being a Navy brat,...
4. ...I've lived everywhere. Texas is home.
5. When I grow up, I want to be an archaeologist.
6. If I could be anything, I'd be a museum curator.
7. Since 8 PhDs are not likely in my future, If I am ever employed full time, I could quite contently be a high school history teacher.
8. I am painfully close to my undergrad degree in history and anthropology...
9. ...and will have earned it with courses from 7 schools.
10. I will always claim to be an Aggie, though.
11. I have diagnosed myself with ADD. Really.
12. Emptying the dishwasher is my least favorite chore...
13. ...and one of the first ones I've taught my kids to do completely independently.
14. I don't have a favorite color. Not even a few. I really like 'em all. (Except burnt orange)
15. I am quite fond of lists.
16. I can quote Billy Maddison from start to finish...
17. ...and even do the stair dance.
18. I love that my kids quote lines from movies they've never seen.
19. Other than a brief stint as a preschool teacher...
20. ...my only employment has been as a gymnastics coach/dance and cheer instructor for several gyms and the school district. Marketable, I know.
21. I learned to juggle when I got tired of cleaning up my kids toys. Fisher Price little people are the perfect size.
22. I play the piano well enough to provide my kids some fun dancing music (although I am NOT a pianist)
23. I play the violin well enough to impress the neighbor kids (although I am NOT a violinist)
24. I love to cook but hate the time it takes.
25. I am a huge fan of sleep.
26. Cold pizza is my weakness.
27. I hate to read although I read quite a bit.
28. I really wish I liked it more.
29. 4 years of honors English in High school and I read one book. "To Kill a Mockingbird".
30. I loved it.
31. I want my pilot's license, but not until I get a plane.
32. I am much more patient then I used to be.
33. Aside from the fish that swim around people at the beach, I don't know that there is anything I'm really, really afraid of.
34. I will one day have horses...
35. ...and teach my children to ride English even if it invokes the wrath of die hard rodeoers (not a word, I know.)
36. I loathe dogs.
37. I love the music of Aaron Copeland.
38. I played with the Corpus Christi Youth Philharmonic...
39. ...and that's why the "Can Can" will always be near and dear to my heart.
40. I'm a sucker for neat quotes.
41. I can memorize almost anything. It's kind of creepy.
42. I like anything with berries.
43. "The Promise" by Tracy Chapman is my all time favorite song...
44. ...followed closely by Clint Black's "Something that we do." (our wedding dance song)
45. I love the way my house is silent at night when I'm the only one awake.
46. I see obvious bits of my character and personality in each of my children and although occasionally a horrifying realization, it usually makes me laugh and take pity.
47. I am stubborn. Fine. I said it.
48. I hate asking for help.
49. Pins hold my knees together and look super cool on x-rays.
50. Rome is the most amazing place I've ever been.
51. Hungary, the coolest place I've ever lived (although I was really little).
52. Soccer is my favorite sport.
53. I love going on dates with my husband.
54. If I could be defined by one word, I hope one day it will be "loyal".
55. Currently, it's probably "unpredictable". I've got some work to do.
56. I appreciate good friends.
57. If I could be a mutant, I'd be Jean Gray (that's for Peyt).
58. I love the beach at night.
59. I am always up for a road trip to just about anywhere.
60. Nothing makes me happier then seeing my kids all playing nicely together.
61. I really like being right...
62. ...but am getting better at admitting defeat.
63. The ability to keep it all together is immensely important to me...
64. ...and when it all falls apart I feel overwhelming failure.
65. I'm not a perfectionist...
66. ...although I am often disappointed if I come up short of it.
67. I would much rather be cold than hot.
68. I could live in comfy jeans and a tee shirt...
69. ...but love having excuses to dress up.
70. I need a creative outlet.
71. I'm a big fan of roller coasters...
72. ...musicals...
73. ...and museums.
74. I'm quite observant...
75. ...but have learned to stifle opinions of my observations.
76. It drives me nuts to not have my toe nails painted. Weird, I know.
77. Soy Cubana...
78. ...y entiendo mas espanol que puedo hablar.
79. I have a very high pain tolerance.
80. I'm often tempted to run away. Just for a few hours or so, nothing drastic. No, no, I haven't. Just tempted occasionally.
81. I'm allergic to bananas. Nothing else.
82. I really like power tools.
83. I'm the oldest of four kids. Can't you tell?
84. At 31 I still haven't figured myself out all the way. I've got some time.
85. I really, really, really dislike being doubted...
86. ...which is why I try harder than anything else (although sometimes in vain) to be honest, reliable and uncomplicated.
87. I love the art of Jack Vettriano. It's so idealistically romantic...
88. ...although I'm not particularly romantic.
89. Quality time is my "love language" (says Gary Chapman's book).
90. My most valuable possession is my Faith. Everything important to me exists because of it. Without it, nothing makes sense or has purpose.
91. I would love to meet Ben Franklin...
92. ... and Rasputin (although I really hope I don't end up where he's likely at. We could do lunch though).
93. I'm pretty sure I'm completely unoffendable. Peyton has really mellowed me out. Something about perspective, I think.
94. I love going to the movies...
95. ...and love even more that my kids are always willing companions.
96. Ty and I are reading "Tuck Everlasting", my most favorite elementary school book.
97. I pick my battles. The rest of the time I'm indifferent.
98. I adore my kids teachers...
99. ... and have learned that most of what l I dislike about formal schooling can easily be overlooked when I know at least my kids are loved.
100. And finally, the last thing to know about me? Probably that I'm grateful. Grateful for everything. Grateful for my family, friends, and everything else, good and bad, that makes me better then I am on my own. Better is the only thing that'll get me back to my Peyt and I want that more than anything.

So, that's me in a nutshell of a blog post.

PJ Pants/Pharaohic Headpiece

2010-03-02T16:52:00.000-06:00

Nice Trey. Real nice.

2010-03-02T16:38:00.000-06:00

"Mrs. Ricker I have something for you. I just know Peyton Ricker would want me to give this to you."

He lives down the street. I adore him.

His mom said he really wanted to mail it.

My very own magic set. Just what I always wanted.

Thanks little pal. I'm sure Peyton appreciates me being looked after.

Nickel Noodles

2010-03-02T13:55:00.000-06:00

We had struggled for a while with how we wanted our kids to earn money. We didn't like the idea of allowance but we felt they were ready to earn a little bit. We started nickel noodles.

Here's how it works.

On my counter is a small bowl of macaroni noodles and a bud vase.
Whenever the kids do anything we want to acknowledge and reward we ask them to "put a noodle in". They earn a noodle for anything good. Good grades, good manners, kind speaking, being helpful, making good choices, really, anything good. One noodle. That's all.

The first Sunday of every month the noodles in the bud vase are counted and divided equally amongst the kids. It's collective. This way they encourage each other to make good choices and are excited for each others good achievements.

They earn a nickel for every noodle. The noodles go back in the bowl and they start over.

What's nice? The pay out is never huge but it's always enough to please even my 9 year old.

They like trying to earn more noodles then they had in the previous month. They are always proud of themselves as the number of noodles directly reflects their actions and behavior.

There are times when Bailey comes to me and says "I love you mom. Noodle?" To which I always reply "of course". Hey, I'm not going to question the motives behind niceness, goodness, and helpfulness. I just need them to happen.

Child Labor

2010-03-02T13:29:00.000-06:00

This chore chart of ours has come up more and more so for anyone who stumbles across it via random blogs and facebook pages and wants to know the hows and whys of it all, here it goes...

We needed a way for our kids (between the ages of 1 and 9) to earn a little extra money (past nickel noodles. I'll fill you in on that next).

They do chores around the house because, quite frankly, we let them live here. Those are non-negotiable and are done whenever they need to be. They include stuff like taking out trash, dishes, laundry and vacuuming. They are NOT paid for those.

If they so choose, our kids can volunteer for extra chores that we are willing to pay them for doing. They are things that I normally get around to doing if I get a chance but that aren't tragic if they go a few weeks between getting done.

Here's the chart:

Each pocket has a label with the job title, a picture (for my non-reader), and the amount we'll pay.
In each pocket there's a clipped badge with the job title and picture on the front and the job requirements on the back. Then there is no question of expectations. The kids can clip it to themselves and follow the steps on the back.
The bottom pocket on the chart holds colored index cards. Each kid has their own color. They place their color card in the pocket(s) of the jobs they are committing to do.

Some of the jobs require two people (like washing the van) so their tags are orange and there are two van washing pockets.

Individual jobs have red tags.

Only one index card can be in a job pocket. I only need one kid to wash the back door so there is only one pocket for back door washing.

Because I can have multiple weed pullers, there are four separate pockets for weed pulling.

Get it?

It works for us and fulfills our need to teach required work, optional work, and all the principles of money management.

5

2010-02-22T05:06:00.000-06:00

"Bailey get your room clean."

"I don't want to."

"Then you won't be able to play later. Your brothers are almost done with their rooms."

(with raised eyebrows and a little head shake) "Mom, when my brothers are done with their rooms they'll come do mine for me. They always do."

Yep. That pretty much sums up the family dynamic here. We're working on that.

She's a diva, all right. But the sweetest, kindest, most compassionate one.

She adores Tyler, is best pals with Trey and loves to entertain Jack.

She cries every single day missing her Peyton.

She can strut with the best of 'em and run in heels.

After an hour of quietly working at the writing table upstairs, Bailey will bring me down the most creative ensembles of glue, glitter, paint, markers and paper. Daily.

She likes her nails done, her hair smooth and the way her sassy pink cowgirl boots look with just about anything.

She eats nothing that doesn't completely please her unless dipping it in ketchup is an option. Then she might consider it.

We sure love her. Drama and all.

Happy Birthday Bailey Bug!

Old. So very old.

2010-02-20T23:08:00.000-06:00

This was the year of the card. Yep. The first one that points out oldness.

The front made reference to the beautiful century old redwoods in California, the inside thanked him for planting them. It made me laugh.

Robert read the card to Bailey and then said "See how I always get your mom sweet love birthday cards and she gets me cards that tell me that I'm old?"

To which Bailey responded with a head tilt, shoulder shrug, and "well, you are old, dad!"

33 big ones.

Happy Birthday Robert !!!!

2 Months

2010-02-15T22:16:00.000-06:00

Two months ago our little Peyton passed away.

Early, early that morning I made a cement casting of his hand, covered his warm body with his fuzzy light blue blanket, and laid down next to him on our couch.

I put my arm around his panting chest, kissed his forehead, swept his beautiful orange hair over to the side and fell asleep.

When I woke up he was still.

It's still surreal. It probably always will be.

Peyton's headstone has been patiently awaiting our decision on what picture we wanted to put on it. I made all of the other decisions (with the help of the kids who were all too anxious to show me the ones they want when they die) weeks ago. We just couldn't decide what needed to go on there along with his name and dates.

Last night I was tired of looking through pictures and decided to try going another route and came up with this.

We are so grateful for this declaration. I just can't imagine never seeing Peyton again. We miss him so much.

What I've Learned in the Last 27 (and counting) Hours

2010-02-12T22:06:00.000-06:00

Well, at least been reminded of.

Don't ask. Just let me vent.

This needed a title. (Hey, a flipping Grecian Urn got one. Blah.)

Ode to Tempting Providence

Fresh air is a marvelous luxury.
Good shows are on only when you are too busy to watch them.
Cats are overrated.
Nice people don't take themselves too seriously.
Technology is fallible.
You can never have too many wall outlets.
I sure love my kids.
Their daddy isn't so bad either :)
Walgreens photo lab just might be magic.
Sometimes cookies are a source of stress (who'd have thought?).
Tardy just means a little more family time.
Sometimes unexpected good news is way more fun then expected stupendous news.
There are good people. Good, good, people.
Happiness is relative.
So is stubbornness.
And sanity.
Cub scouts are indeed prepared.
I am usually right. Ask my kids. They think I'm psychic.

The End.

So thank you, 27 (and counting) hours of my life that I will never, ever get back. You may have just proven my kids right!

I knew you would.

2010-02-06T14:35:00.000-06:00

So I am fully aware that this is the epitome of talking the talk without walking the walk but here it goes...

A great friend of mine (Vicki, for those of you who might be interested in supporting your favorite Zumba instructor/scout leader/PTO volunteer) and her walking pals are participating in their 3rd Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. Tee shirts with the above logo are being sold to help raise money for the cause.

The pink will be a bit brighter and they are $10 ($12 for 2XL-3XL) each.
The back will display sponsor ads and memorials.

You can contact Vicki at raginggeese@comcast.net or you can contact me at jennajricker@yahoo.com to place an order and we'll figure out shipping/drop off/pick up details.

Thanks in advance for your support!

The Afterlife Re-Written

2010-02-04T03:38:00.000-06:00

A brief history lesson of sorts...

The Ancient Egyptians believed that after death, the spirit made a journey to the afterlife.
This was no easy task. Lots of tests. Lots of stuff to know.

During this journey, the soul met with the heart-weighing Anubis...

The outcome was recorded by Thoth...

If found worthy, the soul was welcomed into the underworld by Isis...

The end.

See. Brief. Borderline painfully brief. But you get the idea.

In an attempt to indoctrinate my offspring, I lovingly provide toys and books that foster an interest in my interest. What can I say? I need some dig buddies.

We've got a small collection of Egyptian figures. Bailey enjoys them. I'm not convinced it's because of their historical significance.

The Journey to the Afterlife According to Bailey
(Pictures taken from another room by my fabulously zoomable camera. Semi-sadly, these were completely unstaged. Well, except the last one)...

Thoth and Anubis meet with Isis to be wed...

Isis is so excited for them and gives them a hug...

Thoth and Anubis tie the knot and lovingly kiss...

Guests start arriving for the big reception...

And get ready to dance. In a line. Yee!Haw!...

So, judging by all this I might be led to believe she's leaning towards studying the history of, um, weddings, parties, or perhaps even choreography. My guess is her specialization will end up being something like the history of fierce, sparkly, peep-toe pumps. She does like her some cute sassy shoes!

I just need to hook her up with Cleopatra. That'll win her over!

*** Update (9 hours after above post)***
Just this morning I walked into my bedroom to find nearly all of the pillows in our house lined up slightly overlapping so they all stood upright.

"Mom! I made the Great Wall of China!"

Ah!Ha! I am getting through to her! She may just be the only 4 year old with any knowledge of the Ming Dynasty.

Now if I could only get her to remember things like where she left the super glue...

1 Year

2010-01-22T08:51:00.000-06:00

Today our baby Jack turns 1!

This post needs to be in 3 parts. Trust me.

Part 1: Happy Birthday to Our Little Sunshine

Nothing has made us laugh even on our bluest days like this little boy.

He loves bananas and 'Super Why'.

He lets me rock him to sleep at church.

He laughs when he does something he knows he's not supposed to.

He can play hide and seek with Bailey long enough to let me get stuff done.

He loves plastic cups. In large quantities. All over the kitchen floor.

He will eat just about anything and when he gets tired of eating he paints his high chair tray, and styles his hair, with his food.

He yelps, then laughs, when any of his siblings start whining.

Part 2: Congratulations!

Jack is so #5 (clearly not our first child)
We have seven house plants that sit on the floor in various rooms. He has tasted all of them. He eats crayons. Why? Because his older siblings have learned that by giving him crayons to, um, admire the color of, he leaves alone the 8.3 billion tiny legos that flood our upstairs floor. While in utero 'he' accidentally ingested his brother's steroids. He loves to play with cans he scavenges from the recycle bin. And blind cords. And the vacuum. While it's on. He is taken out of his crib and carried down the stairs every morning by Tyler. He is enrolled in "walking" class taught by highly energetic Trey. He is a multipurpose, interactive stuffed animal to Bailey. He is thoroughly loved and enjoyed by all, even the neighbor kids.

So, congratulations my little ironclad. You've survived your first year! (sporting only a small scar on your cherry cheek)

Part 3: A Blessing

We always talked about 4 kids. After Bailey we knew we were done. 4 felt right. We felt complete. We had not the slightest inclination to have another baby, and then I started seeing him. Yep, silently looking at me like "hello, I'm waiting..." After fasting and praying we knew our family was missing Jack. Not just someone, or a puppy, but Jack. I was pregnant the next month, 3 months before Peyton was diagnosed. I admit I questioned the timing of it all but like always quickly recognized the blessing it was. We have 3 very independent, capable children whom, if necessary, could make it through a day (or 3) with nothing more from me then a kiss and a back scratch each night before bed. This little boy makes me suck it up, get out of bed, quit whining and do something productive, you know, like sweep or make breakfast and all the other "mom" stuff. He's the equivalent of a drill sergeant for me. He makes me work when I flat out don't want to. Unlike any buzzed head, whistle blowing, assault rifle wielding military man, Jack does it with his bright blue Bambi eyes and ridiculously silly, toothy grin. He is such a cool kid.

Smooth as Butter

2010-01-22T08:26:00.000-06:00

This morning my shower was interrupted by what I could only suppose was going to be a cry of some sort of injustice that was plaguing my occasionally high strung 5 year old, Trey (aka "Malibu"). I watched the vague silhouette of his body approach my shower door. I cracked it open knowing I'd see Trey and expecting to hear all about the woes he was enduring.

There he was. All dressed for school in his current favorite brown pants and skateboard shirt, one hand in his pocket, looking cute as could be with his lady-killer grin pasted on his perfectly dimpled face.

This is what I got...

"Mom can I just call you 'mommiful' instead of saying 'beautiful mommy'?"
(Think about it, it took me a sec)

Why yes Trey, I think that will be quite alright.

There are some days I'm ready to sell this kid into Egypt.
But there are far more when he "makes my heart melt like a popsicle on the fourth of July".

I'm a lucky gal...

Nature Club/Corporation/Business Opportunity

2010-01-05T08:41:00.000-06:00

Months ago an idea was conceived in the mind of my now 9 year old. He started a "Nature Club". I was fine with it. It was a lot of talk and not much action. It gave him an outlet for his incessant need to plan and organize (no laughing- he gets it from his dad too!). Somehow his humble little nature club has made the leap from a band of boys running around the playground finding bugs to a business venture. I'm not sure when I was voted off the board but don't be alarmed if you start getting mailers soliciting donations in exchange for address return labels. I'm guessing that's next on his plan to take over the world one bug at a time.

Here's how this thing has evolved- aka How to Know You're Raising a little Churchill/Mussolini (we're really hoping it's the former rather than the latter although he does occasionally show signs of slight to moderate fascism)...

Phase:

1 Announce to your recess-mates that you've started a nature club.
2 Establish your position as absolute ruler.
3 Assign lower positions to establish order and hierarchy.
4 Schedule club meetings.

Everything up 'til this point was done at school. I know that there are an infinite number of clubs when you're a 3rd grader but let this be a warning, I'm just saying a school administrative take over might be in the works- all in the name of nature, of course.

5 Hold a meeting with a handful of kids in the backyard
6 3+ times a week
7 Pull up the flagstone patio to create a garden hose induced river roller coaster for backyard critters.
8 Use aforementioned flagstones to create a large well in which to store supplies.
9 Dig. All over. Just dig.

Fine. It's not like my backyard is a lovely manicured landscaped vision. Really, we have a trampoline and a golf flag. It's now a little(lot) muddier then it used to be and a little(lot) more un-baby-brother friendly, but fine. I have a house full of boys. It was bound to happen.

10 Establish a need for funds.
11 Present fund raising ideas to the now out of power governing board.
12 Fire the governing board (even though it is by her good grace that the club is allowed to exist)
13 Recruit little brother (there's strength in numbers).
14 Ask to go play outside.
15 Raid the garage for chairs, table, wagon, jugs of bottled water.
16 Swipe a stack of plastic cups during a pantry snack raid.
17 Stand at the end of the driveway offering cups of luke-warm water in exchange for a negotiable monetary donation. In the name of nature.

I first catch wind of this when Trey (recruited little brother) comes running in and says "Mom! The UPS guys just gave us a dollar!" I, being a very tolerant mother, sometimes, just smile and bite my tongue. When Ty comes in and says he's hired some neighbor kids to go do door to door advertising and that all he has to pay them is free water I do consider discussing the principles of business ethics with him but decide against it. The whole thing was really quite intriguing by this point.

18 Raise $11. It may not sound like a whole lot, but again, it's water. Luke-warm water. In plastic Dixie cups.
19 Stick it all in a bug jar. Where else do you store club funds?
20 Do it all over again the next day. All in the name of nature.

The most recent set up included lemonade and grape Crystal Light. Give 'em an inch...

Ty's nature blog. Disclaimer: Tyler frequently updates this on his own without prior parental consultation. Again, fired. I make no guarantee of the authenticity of claims and announcements that may be presented on his site.

Chrysanthemum morifolium 'Vesuvio'

2009-12-31T05:25:00.000-06:00

Otherwise known as the White Spider Mum.

When the time came to order flowers for the funeral my first thought was
"I want them happy".
It's the reason we chose a light blue casket (Peyton's most favorite color ever) and why I made the funeral program the way I did.
I wanted them happy.

We looked through the book and found an arrangement with these. They were perfect. White and happy.

We had them included in the arrangements we chose to flank Peyton's casket at his viewing and then taken to the cemetery to mark his grave.

Last Saturday we were in Humble and stopped by to see Peyt. The dirt, still unsettled, was surrounded by all of the beautiful flowers that had been placed there a week earlier. We let the kids each pick a flower to bring home with them. After selecting his favorite, Trey picked this one and handed it to me. He had no idea how perfect it was. It had weathered a week in the cold and rain and still looked like this.

These happy, spunky, white flowers will forever remind me of Peyt.

Pictures Worth Way More Than a Thousand Words

2009-12-31T04:53:00.000-06:00

It's now been two weeks since Peyton died. I don't yet have the words to describe or even the clarity to fully make sense of what it is like without our little boy. I find I'm often torn between trying to remember so I won't ever forget, and not trying to think about him being gone so I don't lose it like I imagine I would. Until I figure that one out, I've been working on gathering some of my favorite pictures of Peyton's last weeks.

It all started November 2nd when his P.E. teacher approached me after school and said "Mrs. Ricker, Peyton fell today. He's fine, but we couldn't figure it out. He was standing, and just fell."

6 weeks and 4 hours later he passed away. All of these pictures were taken during those 6 weeks...

Waiting to be on the morning announcements to receive his reading team shirt
The day he was presented his printed book, adopted manatee certificate, and this guy, who he named Nicky. Two of the last pictures we have of Peyton with a natural smile.

Why was he smiling? Because he was hiding under the slide and tossing pebbles onto unsuspecting siblings and cousins as they came down.

A group of clowns volunteered their time and came to Peyton's birthday party. We had been worried about Peyton feeling sad about not being able to do much but these clowns saved the day. Within minutes the 2,327 little kids were all adequately equipped with balloon swords and fabulous apparel. Our last family picture just after Peyton's baptism.

Peyt was baptized on a Sunday just after our regular meetings. He kept asking if it was time yet. He was so excited.

Peyton's P.E. teachers stocked he and Trey (who had long since joined in on the 2nd graders class) with lego sets to work on when the rest of the kids were doing activities he wasn't able to participate in. This time was SO important and special to Trey.After Peyt could no longer attend school I would take him up occasionally to go to class, lunch, the library, music and most often P.E. Why? Because of this ridiculous game...

After this busy day Peyton was exhausted. He was laying on the couch while we worked to get everyone settled and dinner ready. As I walked back and forth for different reasons through our living room I caught bits of what was I realize was a monumental effort to make it over to the duffle bag on our stairs and get suited up in this... I remember how his sweet little body felt at this moment.

10 years...

2009-12-17T03:03:00.000-06:00

10 years ago today we knelt across the alter in the Dallas Temple and were married and sealed for time and all eternity.

There are times it seems like just yesterday, and times it seems like forever ago.

Now more than ever I am grateful for sacred covenants we made that allows our family to be together forever. I never thought a ten year period could be so eventful.

So, ten of my favorite things about our marriage:

1. Betting on college bowl games, NCAA tournament, and golf majors. On the line? Nothing but pride and bragging rights. I go for the team with the cuter mascot, Robert the team with the best record and we always come out pretty even.

2. In-house dates once the kids are in bed. Chili's is so much tastier eaten on the couch in p.j.s while watching a movie.

3. Our tolerance, and even mild amusement, for each other's favorite shows (Oh, Robert likes Glee. He just won't ever admit it!)

4. We can get competitive over anything. Tucking kids in bed, folding clothes, number of pictures the kids draw us, who's name Jack says first (it's "dad" of course, just like the rest of the little ingrates!)...

5. If we're somewhere together in separate cars we always end up racing home. I mean, really racing (man we're bad examples for the kids sometimes! They love this game too!)

6. We do the chores each other despises.

7. Our discussions about my school work. Engineers and Archaeologists have very different opinions on the significance (or lack there of) of historical events. I like knowing what he thinks about the stuff I study (even if he's wrong).

8. Our discussions about Robert's work. Engineers and Archaeologists have very different opinions on the logistics of "take all of your kids to work day/week". (Alright, maybe that one's more dads vs. moms). I like knowing what he's up to.

9. Preparing talks or lessons together for church. We always find each other the best quotes and scriptures.

10. Robert is in the bishopric at church so on Sundays he sits on the stand (childless) and I sit down on a pew (childfull). No, this is not the liking part of #10. What I do love about this is whenever one of our kids whispers something not so whisper-like (perhaps a commentary on the taste of the Sacrament bread, for example), or Jack starts laughing hysterically at Trey smacking himself, or Bailey calling for the 17 year old boy she's going to marry, Robert gets the sweetest grin on his face. At first I thought he was just entertained by the circus that is our family. But he gets the grin on his face even when the kids are behaving remarkably well. Little moments like these show me how much he loves and appreciates me.

We've now made it through the hardest time of our lives together. Eternity should be a breeze.

2009-12-15T15:45:00.000-06:00

Family and Friends,

We thank you all for the love, support and prayers on behalf of Peyton and our family during this time. We are truly grateful for the Christ-like love that has been and continues to be offered on our behalf.

The funeral is being handled by Restwood Funeral Home and the arrangements are as follows:

A viewing will be held from 8:30 a.m until 9:40 a.m. on Saturday, December 19th, at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, 502 Southern Oaks, Lake Jackson, TX, 77566.

The funeral service will follow at 10:00 a.m. at the same location.

The interment will be on Saturday, December 19th at 2:00 p.m. at the Rosewood Cemetery, 2602 S. Houston, Humble, TX, 77396.

2009-12-15T00:28:00.000-06:00

Peyton Thomas Ricker

December 6, 2001 - December 15, 2009

Peyton passed away this morning after a brave battle with brain cancer.

He lives now free of the pain and limitaions his Earthly body experienced.

I am a child of God and He has called me home.
My earthly journey's through but still, I do not walk alone.
He leads me, guides me, walks beside me, helps me find the way.
He welcomed me with open arms. I live with Him today.

I am a child of God and I have gone ahead.
My earthly life was brief but oh, such peace and love you gave.
You loved me, held me, stood beside me and though I cannot stay.
You gave me much to help me and I live with Him today.

I am a child of God and I will wait for you.
Celestial glory shall be ours, if you can but endure.
I'll lead you, guide you, walk beside you.
Help you find the way.
I'll welcome you with open arms
One bright Celestial day.

--Donna Kulliard

They're Here!

2009-12-12T22:47:00.000-06:00

Peyton's book is now available on Ebay!!!

http://cgi.ebay.com/Mrs-Trails-and-Peytons-Manatees_W0QQitemZ250547673698QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUS_Fiction_Books?hash=item3a55ce1a62

I'll put a link over on the right, too.

9 Years

2009-12-09T22:42:00.000-06:00

Today 9 years ago we became parents. We welcomed our beautiful baby Tyler into the world and he has been lighting up our life ever since.
He is a child with big ideas and even bigger dreams. He's a great oldest child and a wonderful big brother.
He loves making people laugh. He can organize like no other kid which is good because he keeps EVERYTHING!

Tyler is very sensitive and thoughtful and tries very hard to understand others.

Our family is so grateful to have Tyler.

We are so proud of the young man he is becoming.

Happy Birthday my wonderful boy. We love you so much.

Luck of the Irish

2009-12-08T23:05:00.001-06:00

Well, we're not really Irish.

Just lucky enough to have two sets of Irish twins.

Today is one of the 3 days each year that Tyler and Peyton are the same age.

Tyler's 8. Peyton's 8.

Yep, great huh?

They bring out the best in each other and understand one another like no one else can. They know each others thoughts, dreams and wishes. They are each others very best friend.

8 Years

2009-12-07T02:13:00.000-06:00

"Look at his hair!" Robert said as he held our brand new little baby up next to me so I could see him.

"How big is he?" I asked as he came much sooner then we expected.

"Look at his hair!" was the reply.

"Is he big enough?"

"Look at his hair!"

And then daddy and baby were taken off to the nursery while my c-section was finished.

When I finally got to hold him, I laughed as I realized why Robert was so shocked.
His tiny little head was covered in wild bright orange hair. He was so beautiful.
Peyton is an unlikely mix of extreme stubbornness, and gentle compassion. He is strong willed and peacefully accommodating. He is a friend to everyone and loves to make others happy. He likes being good. He has a fantastic sense of humor.

He loves blue, superheroes, drawing pictures, trucks and manatees. He could eat tater tot casserole and Hawaiian haystacks every night of the week. He wants to be a nautical archaeologist when he grows up. He can't wait to have a wife and kids and share a house with Tyler and his family.

God has trusted us with this amazing little boy and for that we will be forever grateful. We are honored to be his family. His short life has been a testimony of the love of our Lord, Jesus Christ. He has been carried by angels through his trials and stands as a witness of the truthfulness of the restored gospel.

I know that today we celebrated Peyton's last birthday. Next December 6th will be quiet around here. His eight years have been full of marvelous experiences and we're blessed to have been able to share them with him.

His strength has strengthened us. We have been sealed for time and all eternity and thus have the promise of being a family forever. Death cannot change that.

Happy Birthday my sweet Peyton. You make my heart happy.

Honesty is the Best Policy (I guess)

2009-12-04T23:26:00.000-06:00

One thing I learned early on in motherhood is that if a child is old enough to talk, they are old enough unintentionally insult.

One morning I was in my bedroom still in pjs. I describe them at this point only because it is necessary to appreciate the coming conversation. My shirt is a solid khaki colored tee with a few buttons, the first ones undone, down the top quarter of my shirt. On either side of the buttons is a small flapped pocket. I don't remember what pants I was wearing because Trey had nothing to say about them.

"I like your shirt mom"

"Thanks Trey" (giving him a good morning hug)

"It looks like you should work at Disneyworld"

"Thanks Trey" (no longer giving him a good morning hug)

"You could drive the safari jeep!"

(I smile at this point because, quite frankly, I'm impressed by his attention to detail and to be honest, I couldn't really argue. He made a very valid point)

I've learned to really appreciate moments like this. Why? Because on Sunday mornings when I come out of my room with a cute dress and fabulous shoes on and Trey says "wow mom, you look like a princess" I know he's being completely honest.

Peyton Ricker Day

2009-12-04T02:20:00.000-06:00

Here are some pictures from Peyton Ricker Day a couple of weeks ago...

Peyton and Sparky

Peyton with the Mayor and School Superintendent

Arrival at the school... It was nuts!

Peyton talks about all of his new brothers. Just last night they filled our street with fire trucks and our home with happiness when a bunch of them stopped by to bring cupcakes and sing Peyton happy birthday.

Out! Out Swirling Thoughts!

2009-12-04T01:12:00.000-06:00

Every now and then my head gets too full of random swirling thoughts and although there is usually a good reason for them to be there, I find myself outrageously distracted by them.
Thrown into the mix is the comparison I always end up noting between my renegade thoughts and If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. One thought leads to another which leads to another and so on. It's a good time, let me tell you.

In a week and a half Robert goes in for another scan. It was only two and a half years ago that I was standing in line at chick-fil-a when my cell phone rang. It was Robert's surgeon and he didn't want to talk to me. Just him. My heart sank as I knew exactly what was coming. Robert had cancer. This news came 3 days after my dad died of it, and 1 year before my mom was diagnosed with it. And then our little Peyton whose burial plot I selected on Monday. Like Peyton's scans, I always get so antsy before Robert's. One thing history has taught us is that anything goes.

Although I'm very likely to spend the next week or so in somewhat of a spacey trance, I appreciate the humbling reminder that I can't do this alone. It wasn't until my dad helped plan his own funeral service from his hospital bed at MD Anderson that I learned what his favorite hymn was. "I Need Thee Every Hour". Oh how true that is and yet how easy it is to forget.

Festival of Lights

2009-12-01T22:29:00.000-06:00

The weekend before Thanksgiving was the annual Festival of Lights parade. The kids had been invited by the local fire department to ride aboard a couple of their trucks. They made their way past us smiling and waving. They were so excited! Peyton had all of his gear on.

We had arranged to collect the kids back at the fire station. Robert and I arrived first and were waiting when the first fire truck pulled up. Somewhere during the trip, Trey had convinced their new pal Benny that they needed a tour of the fire department.

So off they went.

Thanks Benny! (And Cindy, for letting us borrow him)

Well...

2009-12-01T22:19:00.000-06:00

...not really a fan of the bouncy slide.

Kindergarten Feast

2009-12-01T22:04:00.000-06:00

The week of Thanksgiving, the kindergartners had a feast. They were allowed to come dressed up for the event. I, of course, recommended that Trey be an Indian. A very vital part of the original feast but more importantly, a much easier costume to come up with.

Trey had a different idea.

"I will look RIDICULOUS as an Indian!"

He was SO lucky we had an acceptable color sheet to sacrifice for the cause.

Sunday night here's what I came up with...

After taking this picture, he said "Wait! I need to do my Pilgrim face."

He was the lone Pilgrim at a party of Indians.

Peyton's Book

2009-11-20T21:00:00.000-06:00

At the beginning of the school year, Peyton started working on a darling story about he and his teacher swimming with manatees. He spent free time at school working hard on this project and last week we all got to see the finished product. In a special presentation that was shown during the school's morning announcements, Peyton received a hardback copy of his book. A copy is also kept in his classroom and in the library. From what I hear, there's a waiting list to check it out.

The school also adopted a manatee, Nick, in his name. He received an adoption certificate and a fact sheet all about his manatee. He thinks it's so funny that Nick is a favorite with the ladies. As a special surprise he was given a giant stuffed manatee who he's named Nicky. Tyler, Trey, Bailey and Jack each received "younger siblings" of Nicky. We are now frequently joined at the breakfast table with this gigantic thing. It always brings out silly giggles.

Peyton is usually exhausted by the time he gets home from school. This is now what happens nearly every afternoon around 4:30 or so.

Barrington Living History Farm

2009-11-20T19:57:00.000-06:00

Last week the kids and I returned to Washington on the Brazos state park to go to the Barrington living history farm. We'd been once before but were only to stay for about 15 minutes so I had promised the kids that we'd go back. We met some cousins there and the kids had a great time.

Jack in a huge wagon

Bailey spent quite a bit of time running around with this horse. She eventually got a stick to use as a crop and started whacking the back side of it as she galloped.

Trey became an expert at rolling this wheel.

This was Peyton's favorite. Each player has two sticks and the ring is tossed and caught between players.

Tyler's favorite was this red wheelbarrow in which he provided rides, and picking cotton.

A Surprise Delivery

2009-11-12T21:12:00.000-06:00

Several months ago we took the kids to Target. They had each saved up their hard earned chore money and each had around $20 to spend. On the way to the store they were discussing what each of them really wanted. Once we got there, each child went down their own favorite aisle in search of something perfect. Robert and I patrolled the aisles running perpendicular to keep an eye on all of our little shoppers. As I passed the Lego aisle, I saw Peyton on the floor quietly sobbing. He had dropped to his knees across from the $100 pirate ship he had his heart set on. He had no idea it was so expensive but was well aware that he would never be able to save enough to buy it. He'd worked so hard and long to earn $20. He didn't complain. Nor did he end up spending very much of his money. He was heartbroken.

At our house Santa starts shopping early. He has to pace himself. There are a lot of kids in this house. A lot of wishes. Well, he bought the pirate ship about a month ago and had been keeping it well hidden until the time came for him to stay up until 4 am Christmas morning assembling the darn thing so it could be perfectly displayed amongst filled stockings, candy canes and other special goodies. Oh wait, did I say Santa does that? I meant Santa's wife. Santa would just as well leave things in the shopping bags.

A few weeks ago when Peyton started losing control of his right side we had a decision to make. We realized that even if we still have Peyton at Christmas there would be no way for him to fully enjoy the intricate ship. Our obvious option was to exchange it for something else. That just didn't seem fun and I kept thinking of him sitting in target sobbing. So we decided to do something else.

Last Sunday while we were at church Santa made a visit to our house. For the first time in Ricker history Santa was concerned that not all of the Christmas gifts would fit on the sleigh. He needed to bring a few early. In the sweet card he left he apologized if there was any inconvenience. By the fireplace were five wrapped gifts (see, I told you Santa, I mean Santa's wife starts shopping early around here).

Jack got a super cute musical spinner thing, Bailey a Belle doll set, Trey a matchbox airport, Tyler a great magic set, and Peyton the Lego pirate ship.

He and his dad stayed up late putting it together.

Houston Rockets

2009-11-12T20:37:00.000-06:00

Last night Robert and Peyton went to see the Houston Rockets play. They had such a great time. Peyton enjoyed everything about it and nearly fell out of his seat he was laughing so hard at some of the break time entertainment. Just before half time Clutch, the mascot, showed up in the aisle looking for Peyton and asking for him by name. They then engaged in a war of silly string. Peyton came home with a stuffed Clutch, a dvd of Clutch's greatest hits, and a number of Clutch books that were a peace offering after the battle. Just before dozing off on the way home Peyton softly said to Robert "can you tell whoever gave us the tickets thank-you?" They really had a great time.

Car Playing Buddies

2009-11-06T21:45:00.000-06:00

Today I had a quiet moment with Trey and told him Peyton's tumor is growing. He furrowed his eyebrows and asked "Does this mean he's going to die now?" I told him it would happen soon. His brow softened and tears filled his eyes. "Aw man! He's my best car playing buddy." I told him he still has some time to play cars with him. They fill the upstairs with massive cities. It's great.

Boy Angels

2009-11-04T23:47:00.000-06:00

Yesterday morning's phone conversation with the school's librarian left me in tears. We were just trying to finalize arrangements for Peyton making the reading team. It made me cry. I'm much better now. When I got off the phone Bailey asked "mom, are those happy cries or sad cries?" I scooped her up and sat her on the kitchen counter. I told her that they were sad cries because Peyton's tumor is growing. I told her that Peyton is going to get to go live with Papa Owen and Papa Ririe and Jesus. I told her that we'll get to see him again but until then, she's the luckiest little girl ever to get to have a big brother angel to always take care of her. Her response...

"Wait! There are boy angels?"

Yes Bailey, there are boy angels. It made me smile.

Something That'll Make You Smile

2009-10-05T22:56:00.000-05:00

How cute is this?

The Texans

2009-10-05T22:08:00.000-05:00

We were invited, courtesy of Make-A-Wish, to a Texans practice and their game against Brett Favre and the Vikings. Robert got the kids a Texans football to get signed and they ended up with about a dozen signatures including Matt Schaub (the quarterback), Andre Johnson (Robert says he's good), and some Hall of Fame guy who is coaching now. Clearly this is not my area of expertise.

Understatement

2009-10-05T21:48:00.000-05:00

So, a few weeks ago the kids and I were on the way to Peyton's soccer practice. Robert was on his way as well, straight from work.

We were on the phone with each other and he says calmly "shoot, I think I'm stuck. Maybe one of these big trucks can help me." I asked what he's talking about and he says he'll figure it out.

To get to where Peyton practices cars have to cross over a slightly raised sidewalk that does pose a problem for some lower cars. I imagine he's made it over the sidewalk and is afraid he can't make back over to leave. Judging by the calmness in his voice when he says "I think I'm stuck", I figure it can't be that bad.

Oh, it was bad. It was very bad. Really sweetheart? "I think I'm stuck"? I'll say ya' are!

Apparently he just drove right into the ditch. Look closely. The rear wheel is completely off the ground. The bumper has a lovely dent in it now however the fact that the bumper is partially disconnected can't totally be blamed on this event. It first came loose when he REAR ENDED HIS CO-WORKER on the way to work a couple of months ago!

And to think I almost didn't pack my camera in the bag.

I laughed. A lot.

Bailey's Family

2009-09-29T22:06:00.000-05:00

So, Bailey has a million dolls and stuffed animals and they all have cute, silly little names.
She has recently reserved 5 names for her future family.
She has never talked about the names for her own children before and has become quite defensive of them as her brothers think them down right ridiculous. These are names that have never been used for any of her toys. She speaks so matter of factly about them being the names of her children and husband.

Here they are:

John- her husband (and NOT the name of the 17 year old boy she has a HUGE crush on at church. Scandalous!)
Shyla- her first daughter
Sparkle- her second daughter
Jacob- her first son
and
Dinosaur- her second son

I think she's done a really good job mixing traditional with contemporary/Jurassic, don't you?

Stripling Warriors

2009-09-26T15:59:00.001-05:00

My children are all quite familiar with Bible and Book of Mormon scripture stories. I figured the day that a child of mine makes a reference to one of the stories in normal conversation would be a proud moment for me.

Today it happened.

The set up:

Yesterday morning we were all busy getting ready for the day. The kids were in a funk. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth and a number of unkind things said. Not a great morning.

I know, I know, what would be perfect is if I could write how one of my kids said "Hey guys, we're really acting like Laman and Lemuel. Let's be more like Nephi!"

Nope. This is what we got instead (And yes, all of the exclamation marks are necessary)...

Peyton: "Mom! I'm the only one cleaning upstairs!"
Trey: "No! Liar!"
Bailey: "My room is all clean! My brothers are picking on me!"
Tyler: "No! Bailey's room is not clean! It looks like 2000 stripling pig warriors attacked it!"

Great. We are using the scriptures to insult our siblings.

Not the proud moment I had envisioned.

(What Ty was referencing)