May 25th, you will go down in History

Our Memorial day weekend started out like this:

And ended like this:

We went out to eat on Friday night to eat some dinner, and afterwards Wilson was running through the parking lot and got his leg twisted in a crack in the pavement. When we put him in his carseat he was screaming, but we just thought he had a twisted ankle. Being the wonderful parents we are (really me) we just told him to buck up and stop crying. It wasn't until we got home and he wouldn't move from laying in Ryan's lap, that we finally took his pants off and Bob noticed that there was a HUGE bump on his left thigh. 

That's when we decided a trip to Instacare was in order. Ryan packed him up and drove away. Twenty minutes later I get a phone call saying he broke his femur and they were sending him to Primary Children's. Ryan said he was very proud of Wilson, because even though he was hurting he was still very polite to the nurses and Doctors. I met them up at Primaries only to learn that they wouldn't take him to reset his leg and cast him until the next morning because a femur break wasn't life threatening. The advantage of having Ryan be Wilson's favorite is that I didn't have to stay the night in the hospital with him... Ryan said he was very cute though. During the night he wanted Ryan to sleep in the bed with him and hold his hand. He'd shift occasionally and whimper because it hurt him, but then say "I okay, Dad," and "go to sleep, Dad." They took him in to the OR at eight on saturday and reseting and casting it took about an hour. When we went into recovery he was sleeping and pretty much slept the rest of the day. 

They wouldn't release him until he had eaten and kept it down, so we waited. And waited. And waited. The kid was exhausted and slept a long time. Finally he woke up and ate his grilled cheese and watermelon. Kept it all down, and then we waited some more for the special SPICA cast carseat guy to get there. Finally we left around five pm. So he'll be in this wonderful cast for five weeks. He can't move. It covers his entire left leg, half of the right, and goes all the way up to his armpits. Poor guy is getting frustrated that all he can do is lay around. He's been watching a lot of TV, playing a lot of games on the iPad, and taking daily walks in the wagon. 

Here is a picture of the x-ray. Notice the little piece of bone on the lower half of his femur that has broken off like a splinter? 

These Guys Are Up To....

 I'm going to pretend like the last few days hasn't happened yet, and write about the guys before the infamous May 25th...

Wilson is two years old now. And really fights against having pictures taken already. Lame. He's a very opinionated boy. He has to approve his clothes before we dress him every morning, which causes me a lot of grief because I'm so very particular myself. Sometimes I have to take deep breaths when I know Ryan will be dressing him on days I work, because I know it wouldn't be what I'd choose. He still LOVES his dad. Every night in the new house, before he goes to sleep, he sits with dad on our bed and watches the cars drive by on Legacy. His staple foods are pretzels and hummus, fruit, grilled cheese, and peanut butter sandwiches. I won't even mention the foods that Ryan gives him, because CPS might be at our door for malnutrition. His favorite books are his Alphabet Book, and The Napping House. He also loves to watch 101 Dalmatians and Little Einsteins. He can 'sort of' count to ten, but consistently skips seven. I think my favorite part about Wilson is his smile. It's pretty easy to get that guy to smile. If he doesn't know you he's pretty shy, but all you need to do is throw a blanket over his head and say "Where did Wilson go?" and he just giggles. It's amazing. Ryan said his favorite thing is that he is just all boy. He loves to go to the park and play in the dirt. He loves watching for cars with is dad. He loves to play with his trains, and he's a pretty though kid.... (that post WILL come later, I promise)

And then there is Gretchen (Beta, Lady Face, Beta Lady, Sister). She is.... tough. There, I said it. She was the best little newborn ever... then she got clingy. Don't get me wrong, she's adorable. But she just follows me around the house crying for me to hold her. All day. She's okay if she's recently napped or been fed, but really only for around a half an hour. She's 8 months old, already crawling very fast, and pulls herself up on things. I'm not used to a busy baby, because Wilson was so mellow, but this one is EVERYWHERE. If she's on your lap, she wiggling, if you're holding her she wants to be out so she can see everything. Ryan thinks it's funny that she prefers me, but it would be different if she wanted to cuddle. She is NOT cuddly. She's already climbed a whole set of stairs at the in-laws in pursuit of the cat. She's totally fine playing on the ground if there is a crowd of people, but the second it's just you and her she insists on being picked up. Now on to happier things. She eats really well. She likes fruit, sandwiches, and hummus. She is still nursing, but I'm really over it so I'll be stopping soon. Maybe. If the guilt doesn't get to me. My favorite thing about her is how happy she gets when I walk in the room. Huge smiles, and kicking legs. It melts my cold dead heart. Ryan's favorite thing right now is how chatty she's getting. If you babble to her, she babbles back. She talks all day and she has a really cute raspy little voice.

New House, New Beginnings

Lets try to get back in to this.... 

Since I discovered Instagram, that's kind of taken over as my blogging. I feel like it's redundant to post pictures there, then sometimes Facebook, and then here. Who wants that many repeats? BUT, I have at least ONE friend (ahem, Konnie) that is smart enough not to get involved with Facebook so I'll at least update her with the blog.... occasionally. Maybe. I really can't make any promises. I happened to be bored tonight. 

So, we sold our house! We listed it on a Thursday, then by a freak accident we got an offer on it on Saturday. It was amazingly fast. Ryan and I had been going back and forth on where we wanted to move. We thought we had found the perfect place in Centerville, but the realtor over those properties deserves a swift kick in the throat, so he dashed our dreams to pieces and we had to start over. We originally thought we would just move in with Ryan's parents, but then a house that we had gone to see a couple of times because we were interested in building in the neighborhood just started to make more sense. Ryan wanted new and this spec was already built. So the timing was perfect. We closed on both houses on May 8th and moved in to the new one on May 9th. 

The front lawn has grass now, but everything else is pretty much the same. We're excited about the new neighborhood and be so incredibly close to Legacy Trail. Our neighbors have chicken so maybe we can bum some fresh eggs off of them. Exciting? Yes. Everything is still a mess inside, so you won't get any lived in pictures just yet. Lets be honest, it will probably be at least a year. 

Beta Baby

Gretchen is seriously the best baby every. She rarely cries, and she is VERY easy to get smiling. She's an okay sleeper... I've compounded the problem by rocking her to sleep every time she naps. She has a hard time getting to sleep by herself, but at night she will go 5-7 hours. She's definitely a second child, because I've lost all the papers that tell you what percentile she is in.... Nice. I do remember though, that she was in the 92 percentile for height and somewhere around 50 for weight.

Wilson is still adjusting. For the most part he acts as though she's not there. He doesn't play with her or touch her, but once in a while he will ask to hold her. I tried to get some pictures of the both of them, but he wouldn't sit next to her for more than a second.

A conversation with Ryan

We got crazy tonight after finishing Harry Potter an the Deathly Hallows part one at ten-thirty.... Crazy by starting part two that late. I normally don't stay up later than 11, because I'm getting old. (it's true, my knees crackle and everything). But I haven't seen it so I was just too tempted.

Me: "I'm probably going to fall asleep in the middle."

Ryan "That's okay, that will give me a chance to act it out tomorrow for you with socks."

Socks huh? I sure do love my nerd.

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My Day

I learned a few lessons today. Thought I'd share my newfound wisdom.

1) Wilson is hard. (I really already knew that) He is as stubborn as his parents. And he can go from happy to sad just like that. (picture me snapping) Here is a picture on the way too (sad and crying) and coming home (happy and adorable) from Costco today.

2) Don't put your keys on the front seat while strapping your baby in the car. I did that last night... And then shut the door... Which means I locked Gretchen in the car... In the Target parking lot.... Right when it started to snow... And I was wearing Toms so my feet were very cold and wet... It was actually quite funny in a sad way. Gretchen was crying the whole time as I walked around and around the car waiting for my AMAZING friend to bring me my spare key. Another AMAZING friend came down too, so I had a warm car to sit while waiting for the keys. All in all it took about 20 minutes, but I felt really bad for Beta.

3) Check the weather before you leave the house (see above story). Who knew Toms actually get SMALLER when wet...

4) I really enjoy driving in the snow. I like to pretend I'm flying the Millennium Falcon into *light speed.

*I had originally put 'warp' speed there, but then asked Ryan to proof read my post. He informed me that Warp speed is a Star Trek term and Light speed is what the Millennium Falcon did. He said, and I quote, "you sound like a doofus"... 

Anger Management

My house looked like this...




After frantically looking for this...




To stop this...




The Soothie pacifiers are my favorite because they don't have any seams to collect junk in, and they supposedly help with nipple confusion.

However: they are the WORST because they have no hole to put a bink clip through, and when they fall they tend to bounce and roll away at the most inconvenient times.

So I modified it with some scissors...




Now I'm betting she gets some chafing on her chin from the ribbon. Oh well. I'm willing to risk it.

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