Oh Snap!

Last week my little dare devil went to retrieve his fastest race car to have a go around the track his big brother built in the living room.  He was just about down the stairs when he fell.  He landed on his arm and you guessed it, snap.  He has a supracondylar fracture, level 2.  He has been such a little trooper through out his whole ordeal.  On Tuesday while up at the Children's Hospital we were waiting for a trauma room so that they could sedated him to try and get the dislodged bone into place and set it.  It was taking far too long for him and he kept calling to everyone "Hey Doctor!" or "Hey Lady!".  Once he had their attention he would very politely ask to go home.  If that didn't work he would wiggle his little fingers and say "See, it's still alive".  It was adorable and he was a hit with all the staff. 

Here he is getting his I.V all set up.

His poor broken arm.  (Elbow)

Getting ready for his sleepy drugs. 

All the staff, including Mommy were wearing matching Shrek stickers. 

Just after a few days, he's already gearing up for a good old game of ball.

Boy oh Boy...

What do you say when your 3 year old takes a large package of shredded cheese and spreads it all over your living room?  Well, I didn't know what to say except "Daniel, Mommy is very upset about this big mess, now please go find something to do while I clean this up".  
It took me an hour to clean up all the cheese he had spread all over the leather couches, the coffee and end tables, and the carpet.

After I finished I headed back upstairs to find Daniel had found something to do. 

This:

12 Hour Protection??

I was out to supper with my kids, my parents, and one of my sisters and her family.  We ate at a family dinning place and everyone was having a good time.  Matthew was getting a little fussy so I took him out of his chair and held him on my lap while I ate my food.  He was happy to be sitting their playing with my napkin and the straw from my drink.  Daniel needed to use the washroom so I handed Matthew to my Mom and followed Daniel.  He was half way to the ladies room when I noticed that he didn't have his shoes on.  He had taken them off and I knew that we didn't have time to put them back on before he did his business.  While in the washroom I noticed that my pants were feeling a little damp where Matthew was sitting and that he probably needed a change.  I returned Daniel to his seat and pick up Matthew and the diaper bag.  I layed Matthew on the change table only to come to the realization that Matthew was in bad shape.  Lets just say the diaper was full to capacity and there was no way that this diaper could last the full 12 hours the manufacture had advertised.  Oh and the leakage protection they promised, well they lied.  Matthew was not able to wear this sleeper anymore so I plunged my hand into the diaper bag searching for clean clothes.  None.  Crap.  Now what.  So I cleaned him up using all but four of his baby wipes and came out with my poor baby in a clean diaper and a blanket.
I gently urged the other kids to quickly finish eating and I didn't dare look around to see if anyone had noticed my naked baby. 
Lets just say in this case one had no shoes, one had no shirt,  but at thankfully we did get great service.

 

Proud Momma!

Just about a month ago I got a call from the lady who leads our church Cub pack.  Michael's first day of cubs was to fall on the Cub Car Rally night and she invited Michael to start coming a few weeks earlier so that he could work on his car.  Michael was so excited and was funny to watch the first time he put on his cub shirt.  I caught him in front of the hall mirror saluting his reflection.  You could see just how proud he was of his uniform and how dignified he thought he looked.  I will admit that it stung to see my little baby looking all grown up.
Well tonight was the big event.  Micheal weighed in his car, got his number and was ready to have his "Stingray" take it's first trip down the ramp.  I cringed as I watched his car jump off the track crashing into the gym floor.  It was at that point that I started to prep the conversation we would have on the way home, you know the one where I tell him that he should be proud of all the hard work he put into his car, and that someone has to be last.
Well people, he didn't come in last... 

HE CAME IN FIRST PLACE!!!