The Week

Last week, Fogg was gone from Sunday to Thursday so I was solo for the week.  It actually went really well.  Usually it's full of sickness, torn jeans, epic problems, and stress.  The kids slept pretty good, no clothes ripped, the kids were really great.  I did get called by the school two of the days because one day Reed had a stomach ache (my diagnosis was gas) and by the time I got there, he was fine, playing outside.  The other day, he fell off a log thing in the playground and landed on his back, he said he was fine when I got there.  No biggy either day.  

Fogg came home and we went out to lunch near my work.  When I got home that afternoon, these were on the kitchen counter.  I love getting flowers!

Saturday was running around a little.  We went to watch the Xterra race up at Snowbasin.  While we waited for the racers, we played in the grass on a beautiful morning.  

 I also made them Mickey Mouse pancakes in the morning.

Sunday we stayed home all day cause the kids had pink eye.  We dressed up for the Steelers game.

Back to the grind for the week. Next weekend is another 10K, I'm ready to roll (and be done running for a little bit).

Cheers~

Playing and Saying

Awww, man I love these kids!  They are getting better at playing with each other each day.  There laughter makes me happy (more on that below).  Reed will initiate play with Nora more and more.  "Nora, want to come with me?", "Nora, come here".  It's cute.  She likes when he takes her for rides, though she can drive her own little car.  Sometimes they do races.

 Here they are playing together in the tub.  Their laughing just makes me smile.

We went over to our friends house, James and Michelle.  Their daughter Gracie has an adorable little playhouse.  Gracie and Nora are going to get into a ton of trouble when they grow up, those two little firecrackers.  But this is so cute, them playing together.

Last but not least. Nora has learned to answer the question "How old are you going to be on your birthday".  So cute!

Diaper Dance Part 2

Back in April of 2011, Reed was a cute little 23 month old.  He created the Diaper Dance.  I posted about it.  In case you need a refresher and don't want to click that link, here is his version:

Last night, my adorable 23 month old little girl decided to repeat the dance.  The similarities are evident.  Here is Nora's version:

I love comparisons like that, so funny to me.  Even filmed in the exact same location.

It makes me think back to the day that Reed did the dance.  I was barely pregnant with Nora.  I look at Nora at the exact same age and think that if there was a third spaced the same, I would be pregnant.  Yikes!  FYI- there is no third!  I feel so much older and definitely more tired. But oh so fun to look back and remember. 

Cheers~

Well, plans change

Boy, were we all so excited for our Labor Day camping trip!  We got the camper all fixed up, we were packed up ready to roll when Dianne brought the kids home Thursday afternoon.  She mentioned how Reed was so excited about camping and had talked about it all day.  We had a fun plan to head up to Jackson area, meet up with lots of friends, go to the Rodeo, visit yellowstone, ride bikes in Grand Teton, suck in the fresh mountain air, turn off our phones and connect and relax as a family.  Dianne dropped the kids off, we were just about 15-20 minutes from pulling out of the driveway.  Reed said he was going to go to the potty then get a snack and we would load up.  A few minutes later, Reed comes into the garage screaming.  Nora was screaming too.  I was confused, what had happened?  Did they get in a fight?  Did they run into each other?  Nope, Reed fell down, he was in pain and he was crying, Nora was just sympathy crying.  We tried to calm him down but to no avail.  We went in the house, tried to check him out, it was clear he did something to his collarbone, I knew it.  So off to the doctor I took him.  He cried for a solid hour and a half, with screams mixed in.  After this x-ray, it was clear that our weekend plans were going to change. 

So home I headed and we unpacked everything.  Reed wouldn't let me be as much as a few feet from him, so after lots of cartoons, lots of snuggles and lots of coaxing, I finally got him to sleep and ate dinner at 9:30pm.  On my couch. Not in Jackson.  Not in my camper.  And not very happy.

It took me quite some time to come to grips with the loss of my vacation.  I'm not so sure (five days later) that I am yet. Reed is a trooper and after finally taking some ibuprofen, realized it made him feel better.  We kept him bandaged up and found things around town to occupy us.  Friday morning, Reed found a few smiles with Nora showing me their feet.

 We ran around town a little on Friday, went to the air force museum, had lunch, ran some errands.  He slept good in the carseat, sitting straight up.

 Saturday we visited the zoo.  Saw the elephant show and the bird show.  Looked at animals.  We loved watching the polar bear swim.

Sunday, after church, mom watched the kids so fogg and I could have a little lunch date.

Monday, it was rainy.  We went and watched some friends fly model airplanes, they let Reed fly a little.  Nora liked to play in the rain.

We went and had some lunch after that, then I took the kids to see the movie Planes while Fogg hit the gym.  

And that was our weekend.  Reed is doing much better, though still not great.  He is sleeping great other than the first night (boy that was rough), which is so good for his healing.  He is managing the pain like a superhero, a little IB a few times a day and he's fine.  He keeps an ice pack on it frequently, I think mostly for the protection of it.  The tough part is to come, he will feel better and better but still not be able to do much.  He will have a hard time with that, wanting to play but can't.  Yesterday he was "sledding" down a friends hill, fell and remembered quickly that he was injured.  Might be more frustrating for me to remind him that he has to take it easy all the time.  Poor kiddo!

He's said some funny things.  "I wish I didn't break my bone". I call him one wing, he said "Good thing that I didn't break both, or I'd have no wings!".  "Maybe a fruit snack will make me feel better?". "I feel super, so much, awesome better mommy!".

Nora has had a little hard time with mommy taking care of Reed more than usual, she has acted up a little and started to depend on daddy a bit more, which is good actually. 

So, though I still mourn the loss of my weekend plans, we tried to have a little fun too.  I know that I'm supposed to learn something from this, what? I'm still trying to figure out.  Be more nurturing? Be less selfish? Let go of the little things? Whatever it is, I hope to learn it quickly, I'm exhausted and sure don't want things like this to happen again!

I leave you with these adorable little curls from my baby girl on a humid day!