Chase's Birthday, A Broken Leg and Pulled Teeth

We had quite an eventful couple days this past week at our house. Starting last Wednesday we celebrated Chase's actual birthday. We started the day with a special breakfast then after we took Cole to school Chase opened up a new k'nex car. He LOVES spending time building things right now.


We had a special lunch that day, then we headed over to Grandma and Grandpa's that night for Chase's turn to drive the mower, eat some pizza and have dessert.



















Friday night I was sent running to Cole's room because of painful screams I heard coming from Cy. I had put the boys to bed and in less than 5 minutes Chase and Cy had snuck into Cole's room, turned on Hook and started messing around. Apparently Cy was laying on his back pushing up on the bed mattress with his legs. Cole had jumped and landed right where Cy's leg was at just the right moment fracturing Cy's tibia.

They put a splint on his leg that night in th ER then today he got his cast on. Poor guy did not like getting something else put on his leg. The whole time he was covering his face with his pooh-bear.

Cole came with us to help comfort Cy.

He get's his cast off December 23, just in time for Christmas.

All three boys also got to go to the dentist today. About a month ago, we noticed that Cole had an adult tooth pushing through the back of his bottom gums (this was after he had hit his mouth againt his bed really hard). So at the the dentist today they pulled not one but both front bottom teeth out to make room (that tooth looks huge!). We'll just have to wait and see if his permanent tooth will move up.















If there's anyone reading this that watched ER last Thursday then you could probably guess I spent the hour bawling my eyes out. It was about how the new chief of the ER had lost her son and it was so so so sad. I'm sure it's my pregnancy hormones going crazy too but it was just one of those moments that made you want to wake up all of your kids, hold them so tight and let them know how much you love them. I'm so grateful for what I have and after Cy broke his leg it made all of that compassion and gratefullness come bursting out (even through times of feeling so tired and frustrated). Though breaking his leg is a bit of a set back it has made me slow down. It's also been a wake up reminding me of how it's going to be with the new baby - the first night Cy woke up at 3 and 5 crying (after I didn't get to bed till 2) and also how he's totally depending on us to get him around for the next week or two. After that I'm sure he'll be up and running again!

Here's to being grateful :)