Spring Break and Easter Snaps

It has been a week and half since Easter and two weeks since Spring Break and I am just getting around to getting the pictures off my camera to my computer. For Spring Break, Heather and I took our 5 kids to Oak Island for 5 days. Since I am still in my boot we all traveled in one car - so yep that was 7 of us rolling down the highway. The trip on the way back took a very LONG 8 hours and took a lot of patience on everyone's part. Heather was a huge trooper for driving the whole time. As always, the beach delivers. In fact so much so that Whitaker asks to go to the beach everyday now. 

We got home on Friday to celebrate Easter on Sunday with the family. My parents' hosted Easter and the Easter Egg Hunt as the usually do. 

On the ferry to the aquarium. 

Mae Monday

Yesterday was beautiful here (70 and sunny) and the kids were running around the neighborhood. Whitaker at one point was hanging out at our neighbors house but I wanted to make sure that he was ok - he is only 3. I asked Mae if she could go check on him for me as I was preparing for guests for dinner.

Mae did exactly as I asked her, she went over to check on him, and came back right away to report that he was fine. Then here was our exchange.

Me: Thank you Mae. You are the best. What would I do without you?
Mae [dead serious voice]: You would have walked over and checked on him yourself.

I laughed and laughed. I guess a 5 year old can't truly understand the rhetorical question yet. 

I am back (sort of)

Well after not posting for close to 6 week, I am happy to report that I am back to walking - sort of! I got to ditch my crutches on Friday but am still having to wear a "boot" for the next 4 weeks.

Just wanted to let you all know that we are here and I promise to update soon what has been going on with the kids and how we have spent the last 6 weeks. 

Mere Mortal

You know when you start to get braggy about how great your life is. Then you realize you have had so many wonderful memories in row that you can't even begin to count them. And then you use words like "epically" amazing to describe your life. And when you think about your life or are talking about it, you are all like "blah, blah, blah…life is amazing." Blah, blah, blah…"my family has had such an amazing trip." Blah, blah, blah…"everything is perfect, life is so easy breezy." Blah, blah, blah…"I can't wait for another amazing trip to happen next week."

Well once you start doing that God decides to remind you that you are a mere mortal and things like this happen to you.

Yep, that is me now. The short story, the day after Whitaker got his stitches, I woke up to go running with my sister. I wanted to get a run in early morning since I didn't get to the gym the day before and I wanted the time while Whitaker was in school to run errands and get some much needed stuff done around the house. There was ice on the sidewalks but we were being super cautious but clearly not cautious enough. I slipped on ice and ended up breaking my ankle in two places. I was scheduled to go to Mexico this past Sunday but had to cancel my trip and have been stuck in my house pretty much ever since. I broke my right ankle, which means 6 weeks of no driving. The experience all around sucks and I don't have many positive things to say so I am going to stick to the old saying "if you don't have anything nice to say, say nothing at all."   

Stitches

After being gone all weekend, today I was really looking forward to dropping Mae off at school, then hitting up the gym with Whitaker and then going to the grocery store. Then maybe running home to get a few things tackled around the house. Well this little guy had other plans in store for us...

After arriving at the gym and checking in at the desk, Whitaker barreled towards child care to see if his buddy Andrew was there. Honestly, I wasn't paying attention because I was getting my parking validated and since we do this drill enough it isn't like he needs any oversight to get the 15 feet from the front desk to child care. Well, I was wrong. All of sudden I hear a kid crying and it is Whitaker. I walk over to him and am not that alarmed since this seems to happen to Whitaker at least 5 times a day. He moves so damn fast that it is just bound to happen that he falls or crashes into things. There was another mom there and she said that he fell into the door. At this point, I am trying to figure out what happened but I can only assume he tripped and slammed into the door. 

I decide to take him into daycare and figure he will calm down in a second, which he does pretty quickly. Then the daycare worker says "his head is bleeding." Well, I look at it and in fact it is. I take him back out to the front desk area to see if they have some bandaids and some ointment and I figure I will clean it up and send him back in. After further inspection, I think that it looks rather deep. At this time, my friend and Andrew have shown up and I am talking with two gym staff. I decide with their input that maybe it be in my best interest to take him to the hospital to have it looked at it. 

We ended up at Alexandria Hospital and left a couple of hours later with three stitches in Whitaker's forehead. He was a total stud and cried only for about a minute when it happened and then cried when he found out he couldn't go play with Andrew at daycare. I got to give it to the kid he is tough as nails. I am so happy that it was nothing too serious and am weeping a little inside that he already has had to get stitches in his beautiful unwrinkled perfect forehead.