Ta da (wild applause ensues)!!!!
Friday, February 8, 2013
Monkey Antics
Here's a visual collage of Scotty's latest circus trick (cue whimsical circus act music)....
Ta da (wild applause ensues)!!!!
Ta da (wild applause ensues)!!!!
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Scotty's New Look
On January, 17, 2013, Brad gave Scotty his first haircut. We considered taking him to some cute, kid-friendly, excessively priced salon but since he's the third kid, Brad volunteered to do the job. Quite frankly, I think my husband possesses the same skill set as any other hairstylist that cuts children's hair. I mean....all they do is trim things. Anyhow, I digress. All in all, it was a very pleasant experience. Scotty was very cooperative and he didn't even try to wack the scissors out of Brad's hands.
This is what Izzy preoccupied herself with while Scotty got his haircut. She's working on her math skills by pretending to be a student at Sam's school and illegally using the license the school bought for its students population (that's just between us, mmmk?)
This is how we kept Scotty entertained....We distracted him with lots of little people in the house:
Scotty's "BEFORE" shot:
Scotty's "AFTER" shot with handsome side part action:
Rub-a-Dub-Dub...Three-Kids-in-a-Tub!
Every once in a while, Brad and I get desperate for the kids to fall asleep encourage sibling love by providing special opportunities for them to share some time together in special ways. Our last adventure landed all three of them in the tub together. Scotty had some musical instruments gifted to him by his fabulous auntie and so he shared his new bath toys with his siblings...
I think Scotty might be thinking something along the lines of, What? Do I look fat or something?
I think Scotty might be thinking something along the lines of, What? Do I look fat or something?
Taking Care of (Healthy) Business
Two weeks ago, Izzy had her four year check up and had her cast removed. She was SUPERpumped about the saw that was used to cut through the fiberglass of her cast. She especially liked watching it come apart. Sam was with us and he gave her a play-by-play of what they were going to do to her since, almost a year ago, he had one taken off himself.
The next day, Izzy went in for her four year check up. She weighs 43lbs and is 41.5 inches high. She's a rockstar, as usual. Her favorite part of the exam was getting to pee in a cup. My favorite part was getting her hearing checked....I could've sworn she wasn't going to pass given the amount of times I have to repeat myself......
The next day, Izzy went in for her four year check up. She weighs 43lbs and is 41.5 inches high. She's a rockstar, as usual. Her favorite part of the exam was getting to pee in a cup. My favorite part was getting her hearing checked....I could've sworn she wasn't going to pass given the amount of times I have to repeat myself......
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Christmas Eve Shenanigans
Starting with Thanksgiving, our lives have been pretty hectic. Not that I'm one to note such things but our holiday season included:
2 birthday celebrations
1 school birthday party
2 cupcake baking sessions
1 birthday cake baking session
2 chocolate strawberry-dipping sessions
1 Polar express ride to the North Pole
3 major holidays
2 christmas wrapping sessions
1 holiday show by Izzy
2 school holiday parties
10 adult visitors
1 baby visit
1 seriously disgusting crab fishing trip
1 visit to see our Lord
2 holiday parties
2 weeks of winter break
1 billion loads of laundry
And.........
1 very lengthy visit to the emergency room
On Christmas Eve, we had several family visitors in the house. Tio B, Grandma, and her friend were paying us a visit. We spent the entire day eating an generally doing a whole lot of nothing. It was great. At 2:30, Brad, Sam, Izzy and I headed over to Christmas Eve mass. It was a really cute celebration and, more importantly, it was the first time I was actually feeling the holiday spirit. Since this is a children's mass, there was a live performance about the birth of Jesus with characters played by children in the audience. We also sang plenty of Christmas songs and there was a festive feeling of "Oh, this is what the holiday is supposed to feel like" in the air.
Mass was done around 4 and we headed home for my lasagna dinner.
Right as I was serving dinner, we heard a thump and a cry. It was Izzy. She had jumped off the train table in the middle of the living room and had hurt her wrist. We iced it a bit and promptly continued with dinner plans. However, two minutes into dinner, she started crying again. SO, right there and then, we threw a jacket on her and I drove her to emergency.
It was a classic scene. Every seat was taken. People were coughing. Every human being looked miserable. I checked Izzy in and we took a seat at the kiddie table. I got to sit at the frog chair. It would have been quite comfortable were it not for the fact that one of my butt cheeks was hanging off the side. Izzy immediately began singing Christmas carols at the kiddie table. She was not singing quietly at all. As a matter of fact, she was singing to her hearts content. Folks must have been thinking I was delusional and that nothing was wrong with my little lady. She also befriended two teenage boys who, after my mild inquisition, told me they had been playing lacrosse earlier in the day and one of them had "gotten the shit knocked out of him."
I love teenage boys.
Anyhow, we were called in for x-rays and general information about her injury. Izzy was the funniest patient ever. She was laughing and singing and in great spirits. I could tell the nurse thought I was being an overprotective mother. You never would have known she was injured based on her disposition. A short while after the x-rays were taken, Tio B arrived with treats. Throughout the next three hours, he gave her chocolate covered pretzels, chocolate covered raisins, and one entire bag of Lay's potato chips that were consumed in the bear chair. They also played a few games and song several Christmas carols together. At around 9:30pm, we were escorted into another waiting area. Below are pictures of Izzy during this time frame:
Silly, right? The girl was a comedian the entire time. Roughly thirty minutes later, we were seen by a doctor who asked us the same questions as the nurse. He said he didn't think she had broken anything because the tests he had done on her arm seemed sound and she was in such good spirits. She wasn't crying, complaining or yelling at him and he, furthermore, believed she was the best patient he had dealt with since his shift began. To his credit, I did see several drunkards and belligerent assholes in the hallway. As a courtesy, he said he was going to "check her x-ray anyway" but he basically thought we just needed to medicate a bit and throw some ice on it. About 45 seconds later he came back and said, "Wow. She has a really high pain threshold. She's fractured it in two spots."
And, alas, the splint was placed on our just-turned-four-year-old daughter on Christmas Eve:
2 birthday celebrations
1 school birthday party
2 cupcake baking sessions
1 birthday cake baking session
2 chocolate strawberry-dipping sessions
1 Polar express ride to the North Pole
3 major holidays
2 christmas wrapping sessions
1 holiday show by Izzy
2 school holiday parties
10 adult visitors
1 baby visit
1 seriously disgusting crab fishing trip
1 visit to see our Lord
2 holiday parties
2 weeks of winter break
1 billion loads of laundry
And.........
1 very lengthy visit to the emergency room
On Christmas Eve, we had several family visitors in the house. Tio B, Grandma, and her friend were paying us a visit. We spent the entire day eating an generally doing a whole lot of nothing. It was great. At 2:30, Brad, Sam, Izzy and I headed over to Christmas Eve mass. It was a really cute celebration and, more importantly, it was the first time I was actually feeling the holiday spirit. Since this is a children's mass, there was a live performance about the birth of Jesus with characters played by children in the audience. We also sang plenty of Christmas songs and there was a festive feeling of "Oh, this is what the holiday is supposed to feel like" in the air.
Mass was done around 4 and we headed home for my lasagna dinner.
Right as I was serving dinner, we heard a thump and a cry. It was Izzy. She had jumped off the train table in the middle of the living room and had hurt her wrist. We iced it a bit and promptly continued with dinner plans. However, two minutes into dinner, she started crying again. SO, right there and then, we threw a jacket on her and I drove her to emergency.
It was a classic scene. Every seat was taken. People were coughing. Every human being looked miserable. I checked Izzy in and we took a seat at the kiddie table. I got to sit at the frog chair. It would have been quite comfortable were it not for the fact that one of my butt cheeks was hanging off the side. Izzy immediately began singing Christmas carols at the kiddie table. She was not singing quietly at all. As a matter of fact, she was singing to her hearts content. Folks must have been thinking I was delusional and that nothing was wrong with my little lady. She also befriended two teenage boys who, after my mild inquisition, told me they had been playing lacrosse earlier in the day and one of them had "gotten the shit knocked out of him."
I love teenage boys.
Anyhow, we were called in for x-rays and general information about her injury. Izzy was the funniest patient ever. She was laughing and singing and in great spirits. I could tell the nurse thought I was being an overprotective mother. You never would have known she was injured based on her disposition. A short while after the x-rays were taken, Tio B arrived with treats. Throughout the next three hours, he gave her chocolate covered pretzels, chocolate covered raisins, and one entire bag of Lay's potato chips that were consumed in the bear chair. They also played a few games and song several Christmas carols together. At around 9:30pm, we were escorted into another waiting area. Below are pictures of Izzy during this time frame:
Silly, right? The girl was a comedian the entire time. Roughly thirty minutes later, we were seen by a doctor who asked us the same questions as the nurse. He said he didn't think she had broken anything because the tests he had done on her arm seemed sound and she was in such good spirits. She wasn't crying, complaining or yelling at him and he, furthermore, believed she was the best patient he had dealt with since his shift began. To his credit, I did see several drunkards and belligerent assholes in the hallway. As a courtesy, he said he was going to "check her x-ray anyway" but he basically thought we just needed to medicate a bit and throw some ice on it. About 45 seconds later he came back and said, "Wow. She has a really high pain threshold. She's fractured it in two spots."
And, alas, the splint was placed on our just-turned-four-year-old daughter on Christmas Eve:
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