Monday, January 30, 2012

Can't Keep a Good Cowboy Down

Jack got his splints changed for casts today. They cut the one off his wrist before X-raying it but left the leg one on. He was so excited saying, "It's all betta!" he was utterly disappointed when it was confirmed that there was a break in the wrist, and it would need to be put in a cast. Then he was devastated that picking "out colors" meant for his cast and not for a treat...Oops! I guess I should have been more specific. He had a morning full of disappointments, poor guy. So following, his appointment we had to do something about all that disappointment and picked up the only weapon I know that really helps in times like these; a chocolate milkshake. He forgave me.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Makin' Hay

Friday, January 27, 2012

Lucky No. 7

Patrick and I have been married for seven years today. Wow. We celebrated by him leaving work early (probably the best gift you can give a wife who stays home with little kids), me finishing up the painting in the boy's bathroom, going out as a family to Chuey's (our first time going and we loved it), then to Home Depot, then to Sweet CeCe's (expensive but tasty and fun for a special night), then back home to put the kids to bed, and clean the bathroom up together. Yup. He is the man of my dreams.

Nashville Temple

Honeymoon in Cabo San Lucas
Nov 2010

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Goodbyes Are The Worst

Oh, how I hate saying bye to these two. They hold a special piece of my heart. 

Sunday, January 22, 2012

At Grandma's

Brett gave Layla is old electric guitar. The kids were all pretty fascinated with it. It made Layla quiet the popular one with it.  Jack has learned how to get around with his splints. It is pretty pitiful but very hilarious to watch him drag himself across the floor. Poor guy.

Friday, January 20, 2012

"There's a Bunch of Bones Inside Me..."

Jack was procrastinating nap time eating his lunch, I was putting dishes away, and Will was climbing into bed, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack starting to fall from his chair at the table. As I quickly tried to get to him, I thought that he was going to fall right on his head.  Seconds later, I realized I never heard a thump and that his right foot was stuck in the slats of the chair. As I pulled it out, I thought for sure it was broken. It just looked so contorted. He was screaming in pain and just sounded so pitiful. I quickly gave him some Motrin and told him we needed to go to the doctor. Oh my did that terrify him! He really started crying then and saying he was scared. I carefully carried him to his room and laid him on the floor so I could change his diaper and shirt. The shirt was soaking wet from a cup of water that spilled on him when he fell. While he was laying there crying, I asked, "Does your foot hurt really bad?" He said, "And my arm." That confused me because I didn't see him bump it. He let out a loud scream when I changed his diaper and paranoia set in that his hip was dislocated. I called the doctor and they told me to come right on. When I told Will he needed to change clothes so we could take Jack, he wasn't very sympathetic. He said,"But it's my nap time!" What can I say? The kid loves his naps. While I was gathering up our things to go, Jack was laying in his floor crying and not moving, and begging for me to hold him. It was pretty sad. I couldn't help but get teared up a few times. I tried to reassure him that the doctor would make it all better.

With all the emergency hospital visits we've had to make, one of the most important things I've learned is never forget their blankets or favorite sleeping buddy. I can't stress how necessary these items are!! I didn't grab them the first time we had an ER visit, but I've always remembered since. When we got to his office, I carefully unbuckled Jack and made sure to take his bear and blanket in with us. As we were walking in Jack through his tears mustered some courage and said, " I have my bayer and banket. I'm gonna be so brave. I'll be allll right." He is such a sweet, tender hearted little boy!

After a few X-rays it was determined that Jack's tibia was broken. The arm X-rays weren't showing any visible breaks but he was still not using it. They sent us to an orthopedic doctor who took a few more Xrays of Jack's arm. He saw fluid around the elbow in the growth plate. He thought it best to go ahead and splint it along with the leg just in case. When we come back in a week, the Xray should give us more information.

Jack was a pretty good sport through the whole ordeal but started feeling pretty sorry for himself when we got home, and he realized he couldn't drink his milkshake without help from Mama. He was so sad that he almost didn't drink it at all. After dinner, he was ready for bed. I laid him on our bed and turned on Bubble Guppies for him. There is an episode "Call a Clambulance" about a fish that breaks his tail bone. Jack has a new imaginary bosom buddy! But when the first catchy song came on. "A Bunch of Bones," and Will jumped up to dance, Jack got big tears in is eyes and said, "I can't dance! Mommy take it off. My boo boos all better." It was pretty pitiful.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Say "Cheese!"

Will has taken an interest in taking pictures lately. I often find him with my apparently not very well hidden camera. I was uploading my pictures today to the computer, and as I was scanning through the many pictures that were obviously taken by him, I was a tad mortified when I came to one that had me sitting on the toilet! I couldn't help but laugh, but sheesh! The toilet?!? Just another reminder that a.) when you are a Mom of little children, no matter how many times you may say, "I need some privacy please" you're not gonna get it (good for you for trying though!), b.) expect the unexpected (never coulda seen this one comin'),  and c.) be extra careful about the things you say and do in front of them, because you better believe they're gonna tell everybody they know, and some they don't, all about your business.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Dr. Will and Dr. Jack

We were able to go see Grandma Miller on Saturday evening. She will be 95 in March. Her eyesight has gotten really bad, so she asked the boys if they'd let her hold them since she couldn't see them very well. They let her hold them which I was so grateful for. After that they decided her slippers looked pretty interesting. They decided to start checking them out. This quickly changed over to them being doctors as they pretended to fix her leg. Grandma really enjoyed all the attention she got from them, despite the look of alarm in one of the pictures (she got a kick out of it). They told her she did a "good job," and for that she was awarded several imaginary suckers. Before we left she told the boys that she couldn't wait for her next doctor appointment with them. It was a sweet visit.