Saturday, October 12, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Calm Down
As I'm sitting here, catching up posts, I'm reminded that one day several months ago, I was sitting in the living room and I heard Nathan say, "Calm down, Nathan. Just calm down."
I looked up and he was standing on the countertop, facing the couch in the living room (it's a great room sort of thing - there's only a walkway width between them). He was trying to convince himself that he could jump from the counter to the couch successfully.
He did end up doing it, but it was really cute to hear him talk himself through it.
And here's a more recent picture. The night after school pictures, Brent gave him a mohawk of sorts. He was so excited. We went over to my parents' house to show them and he has one of my dad's chameleon's on his head.
And, here's a picture of his school picture. He's a handsome boy.
I looked up and he was standing on the countertop, facing the couch in the living room (it's a great room sort of thing - there's only a walkway width between them). He was trying to convince himself that he could jump from the counter to the couch successfully.
He did end up doing it, but it was really cute to hear him talk himself through it.
And here's a more recent picture. The night after school pictures, Brent gave him a mohawk of sorts. He was so excited. We went over to my parents' house to show them and he has one of my dad's chameleon's on his head.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Robot Hand
Took the kids to the store.
When we got out of the car, Nathan was wearing one winter snow glove.
"Nathan, what are you doing?"
"Mama, shh... I want people to see me and think, 'Oh! That boy has a robot hand."
Who can argue with that opportunity?
Sure enough, a few times as we went through the store, he's whisper, "Mama, that guy's looking at me. I'll bet he's thinking I have a robot hand."
Yeah, something like that...
When we got out of the car, Nathan was wearing one winter snow glove.
"Nathan, what are you doing?"
"Mama, shh... I want people to see me and think, 'Oh! That boy has a robot hand."
Who can argue with that opportunity?
Sure enough, a few times as we went through the store, he's whisper, "Mama, that guy's looking at me. I'll bet he's thinking I have a robot hand."
Yeah, something like that...
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Baby Doll
Miss S has a baby doll that's her favorite. I need to get her to hold still long enough to take a picture, but that's not the point of this story.
The point of the story is that she named her baby doll "Disney Jr." which means that she rocks it in her arms, while singing, "Dis-Nee- JR".
We might watch too much TV 'round here.
The point of the story is that she named her baby doll "Disney Jr." which means that she rocks it in her arms, while singing, "Dis-Nee- JR".
We might watch too much TV 'round here.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Broken
.... Three weeks ago, N and Miss S were jumping on the trampoline in the backyard. They do this daily and they really do take joy in playing together. They've invented a game where our two dogs are bad guys and they laugh their heads off jumping on the trampoline while squeeking a dog toy to make the dogs bark and run around and around the trampoline.
This time was different.
Nathan soon came rushing in, yelling that Miss S was hurt.
When I reached the backyard, she was SCREAMING.
I'll note here that while I was carefully lifting her off the trampoline (she didn't fall off - we have a surround... she landed on the trampoline strangely), Nathan went in the house, got a Ziploc bag and filled it with ice. He's a good helper.
Long story getting shorter, she broke her ONE ARM quite severely.
We ended up having emergency surgery at Primary Children's Medical Center later that night and they put three pins in to put the head of her humorous back into place.
She's been a trooper. Can't feed herself or do anything really.
"Tan you feed me? I tan't do yit".
(As a side note, Nate just saw the above picture (with him in the background) and said, "Look. I'm making her sling into my pretend satchel". I'd already forgotten that. Sometimes the words he uses... )
If she's healed well when she sees the surgeon this week, her cast will come off (a concept that she was very worried about because she remembers that the cast made it feel better).
This time was different.
Nathan soon came rushing in, yelling that Miss S was hurt.
When I reached the backyard, she was SCREAMING.
I'll note here that while I was carefully lifting her off the trampoline (she didn't fall off - we have a surround... she landed on the trampoline strangely), Nathan went in the house, got a Ziploc bag and filled it with ice. He's a good helper.
Long story getting shorter, she broke her ONE ARM quite severely.
We ended up having emergency surgery at Primary Children's Medical Center later that night and they put three pins in to put the head of her humorous back into place.
She looks so tiny in that big bed....
This was after her surgery as I was getting her settled into her room. The sweet nurses gave her a little kitty with his arm bandaged, too.
She had a very rough night. Didn't fall asleep until like 4 AM. But, after a few hours of sleep, she was back to being herself.
In the mirror the next morning, "That's me!", she said as she sang and danced with her reflection - just like nothing had happened.
A few days later, she had her hard cast put on. It's PINK and she loves that.
She's been a trooper. Can't feed herself or do anything really.
"Tan you feed me? I tan't do yit".
(As a side note, Nate just saw the above picture (with him in the background) and said, "Look. I'm making her sling into my pretend satchel". I'd already forgotten that. Sometimes the words he uses... )
If she's healed well when she sees the surgeon this week, her cast will come off (a concept that she was very worried about because she remembers that the cast made it feel better).
Monday, October 7, 2013
Pop
Miss S has had a rough time of sorts.
Mind you, she's still happy, busy and did I mention, happy. She sings. She dances. She loves gymnastics class (Nathan goes to gymnastics, too and is getting some mad kick-over skills).
Sometime mid-summer, I picked her up by her ONE ARM. It's one of those things that you know you're not supposed to do, but you have something in your hand and you think it will be fine. You know what I mean.
There was a cry in pain. Lots of crying in pain. It was awful.
Took her to the Instacare and they checked her over and determined that I'd probably popped her elbow out and said all was well now.
She was still terribly uncomfortable. I gave her a bath later that evening, and was gingerly patting off her arm. I very careful wrapped the towel around her arm and, in the process of drying her off, I rotated her wrist and it POPPED.
She jumped in surprise and then said, "OH! Thank you, Mama!".
It hadn't been her elbow that was popped out - it was her wrist and now it felt much better.
I felt terrible about it.
She seemed to know I felt terrible about it. She kept bringing it up. At dinner, she's say, "Guess what! Mama pick me up and, 'POP" my wrist hurt."
The clincher was when she walked into the room one day, holding her baby doll by one arm. She lifted her up and said, 'Look, Mama, I'm hurting her wrist."
Delightful. I get it. I was stupid, I"m ten thousand times sorry that I was stupid.
But that was only a small thing compared to what was to come....
Mind you, she's still happy, busy and did I mention, happy. She sings. She dances. She loves gymnastics class (Nathan goes to gymnastics, too and is getting some mad kick-over skills).
Sometime mid-summer, I picked her up by her ONE ARM. It's one of those things that you know you're not supposed to do, but you have something in your hand and you think it will be fine. You know what I mean.
There was a cry in pain. Lots of crying in pain. It was awful.
Took her to the Instacare and they checked her over and determined that I'd probably popped her elbow out and said all was well now.
She was still terribly uncomfortable. I gave her a bath later that evening, and was gingerly patting off her arm. I very careful wrapped the towel around her arm and, in the process of drying her off, I rotated her wrist and it POPPED.
She jumped in surprise and then said, "OH! Thank you, Mama!".
It hadn't been her elbow that was popped out - it was her wrist and now it felt much better.
I felt terrible about it.
She seemed to know I felt terrible about it. She kept bringing it up. At dinner, she's say, "Guess what! Mama pick me up and, 'POP" my wrist hurt."
The clincher was when she walked into the room one day, holding her baby doll by one arm. She lifted her up and said, 'Look, Mama, I'm hurting her wrist."
Delightful. I get it. I was stupid, I"m ten thousand times sorry that I was stupid.
But that was only a small thing compared to what was to come....
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Birthday - N turns 6
Nathan turned 6 this past summer. He was so excited to be growing up and could hardly wait for his birthday to come.
A couple of things I want to remember about this birthday for him:
The night before his birthday he said, 'Tomorrow, I'm six. Does that mean my hands are going to get bigger?"
Somehow over night, this concept solidified with him.
When he woke up in the morning, he stumbled to the bathroom and I heard him exclaim, "I can see more of me in the mirror!" (because he was obviously taller overnight. Then he came down the hall and stumbled again and I heard him say, "My balance isn't good yet because now I'm taller."
For his birthday, he received several Legos and he was thrilled.
Mama took the day off and Nathan and I rode the train to Salt Lake together. Daddy and Sophia met us at the Children's Museum and we spent the afternoon there.
Then we came home to dinner with Grandmas, Grandpas, TiTi and Colly, and our neighbors.
And one point during the day, Nathan looked at me and said, "This is the best birthday ever!"
A couple of things I want to remember about this birthday for him:
The night before his birthday he said, 'Tomorrow, I'm six. Does that mean my hands are going to get bigger?"
Somehow over night, this concept solidified with him.
When he woke up in the morning, he stumbled to the bathroom and I heard him exclaim, "I can see more of me in the mirror!" (because he was obviously taller overnight. Then he came down the hall and stumbled again and I heard him say, "My balance isn't good yet because now I'm taller."
For his birthday, he received several Legos and he was thrilled.
Mama took the day off and Nathan and I rode the train to Salt Lake together. Daddy and Sophia met us at the Children's Museum and we spent the afternoon there.
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