Brady's Boo-Boo

Well, it finally happened. I knew it would--he's a rambunctious, spirited child after all--it was only a matter of time until we ended up rushing to an urgent care center, covered in blood. I just thought he might make it a bit longer. But alas, it was not to be.

Last night, poor Brady learned the very hard way not to run in the house. It happened as follows.

Yorkies LOVE table scraps. They love all food, but especially that which they should not eat. Particularly male Yorkies. Bradley has been obsessed with Brady since Brady started eating (and throwing) solid foods when he was 6 months old. Anywhere Brady goes, Bradley is not far behind hoping for a scrap to fall. Last night, such was the situation when Brady finally decided he had had ENOUGH of the dog taking his food. Off he ran down the foyer hallway after poor little old Brad and THUD!! He ran and fell smack into the sharp corner where the walls meet. Jason (who was holding the baby and saw the whole thing) began screaming, and I ran from (slaving over) the hot stove to find my baby boy on the floor in the hall with blood spurting out of his forehead. Having no towel near me to stop it, I instinctively ripped off my shirt and pressed it on his forehead trying to calm him. It was QUITE a scene, mind you. When we finally got the flow slowed enough for a bandage, on went another shirt and off we zipped to urgent care.

They stitched his forehead up, but not without much fuss on his part. My poor sweet boy had no idea why he was being held down with needles shoved into his already-throbbing head! The good news is that when we emerged from the urgent care center, he was feeling much better (a happy meal helped). We had prepared ourselves for a rough night with him and instead he slept like a baby while the actual baby ("Little Miss" as I call her) decided to keep us up all night with her (very loud) crying. Not sure what's going on there, but it seems there are never two happy children at one time in our house anymore!

These are the days (or so I hear)....

The not-as-innocent-as-he-looks culprit.

The damage.

Like his mother before him, Brady has a forehead hard enough to dent walls.

The joy of urgent care.

Which is actually not so joyful (but not nearly as lacking in joy as an ER would've been).

The (brilliant) doctor had tootsie pops. Brady is apparently a biter, not a licker.

The aftermath. Nothing a funny band-aid and a happy meal can't cure, thank goodness!

So, we get to take care of stitches for 5 days followed by what is sure to be a nasty scar in the center of my baby's perfect forehead for long after that.

I'm tired.

Happy Thursday!

Day Out With Thomas

Another week, another exhausted Mommy, another lack of blog posts. Brady is sick again, it's been a rough two months for him. Unsurprisingly, another ear infection hit his already-sore ears at the end of last week and brought with it yet another high fever, so our planned excursion to Day Out With Thomas with "Gah" and "Puh-Puh" Lewis didn't go as well as we'd hoped. We pumped him full of antibiotics and baby advil, but he was still tired and grouchy. He really enjoyed being on the train though, and the stop in the Thomas toy shop at the end was a hit too. Since I was a busy Mommy managing two babies in a crowded public setting, I didn't get a chance to take too many pictures. I only have two hands, after all, and Miss Brynne likes to take control of those. However, here's a photo dump of the ones I got....

Walking in. "Where's Thomas???"

We found Percy, but my poor guy was a little scared.

Waiting in line to ride Thomas!

"Look at all those trains!"

Made it on board...

Anyone that knows Brady knows this is not a normal occurrence. Darned ears!

Once the train started to move he started to have fun!

Baby sister loved it too. She hung her head out the window like a puppy-dog in a car!



Side view of Thomas. Front shots were nearly impossible to get without waiting in the long line (long story...).

Waiting to get a picture with Thomas that never happened. He pulled away before we got up to the front!

"Wanna ride this little orange train?"

Not so sure about it.

Having fun walking to the toy shop.

The ride home, hugging Percy and Diesel. We finally found them!

Later that night after more baby advil. Feeling good enough to try on his very adorable Thomas hat!

 

 It was a fun experience, but my poor little guy would've had more fun if it weren't for his pesky ears. Oh well, there's always next year! Thanks Grandma and Grandpa Lewis for a fun day and ALL the Thomas toys! He's been loving them all week!

I Am So Tired

I'm still tired. Still so very, very tired. Physically, mentally, emotionally...so tired. The kind of tired where your eyes constantly burn and you feel nauseous 24/7. The kind of tired where your body laughs at you for drinking coffee thinking that will cure the exhaustion. The kind of tired where you get out of the shower and can't remember if you washed your hair while you were in there!

It seems nobody sleeps in our house these days--not me or Jason, not the dogs, and certainly, definitely not the kids. This blog has suffered much because of it. The nights have morphed from a relatively peaceful time to an 8 hour marathon of cat-napping in between walking back and forth in a child's room (carrying said child) for 30 minutes every other hour. I've said it before and I'll say it again--if they truly wanted to inspire change in prisoners, they would sentence them to the kind of tortuous nights we've endured for nearly a month straight now!

I have taken a few pictures in the past week, albeit with my phone. They are of my Lovely Little Lady being silly. Although she keeps me up all night every night, I love her so! She's 31 weeks now (7 months) and just starting to crawl and stand up by herself. She is a busy little bee just like her brother was (maybe even busier!) and she's at the height of seperation-anxiety-from-Mommy-phase (poor Daddy can't even touch her nowadays without much fuss). She wears me out, but I wouldn't trade her for all the sleep in the world. She is the baby girl I've desperately wanted since the moment I realized the stork was never going to bring me a baby sister...

Trying to stand up in the storage bin. Standing up by herself is her new favorite thing!

Go Penn State! Yes, she's wearing boys clothes, but that's all we had to rep PSU. Someday we'll get her a Nittany Lion cheerleader outfit.

 

 This is how we watched the game. She would have it no other way! Mommy's back hurts.

 

Her first picture with Uncle Dan at Charlie's 22nd birthday party. Looks like he minded more than she did!

Hanging out with Mommy on a sick day home from daycare. This is how I get stuff done nowadays since Miss B always wants to be held, and held by only Mommy.

 

In case you didn't believe me when I said I was tired, check out that last photo. Not exactly the face of someone wakeful and refreshed, eh? The circles around my eyes are so dark I nearly look like I've been beaten up rather than sleep-deprived!

Sweet dreams to all of you out there who have the luxury of dictating your own zzzz's every night. Remember to never, ever take sleep for granted!

#TBW - Vintage Brooke

I know, I know. It's been like 3 weeks since there was a new blog post. Sorry about that. My kids have been sick for nearly the past month now, passing back and forth the various diseases they caught at daycare. Such is life with small children! Being up all night with both of them for many, many nights in a row has left me tired. So very, very tired. Too tired to take photos, edit photos, and blog photos. Yesterday, however, I came across some old pictures that were fun to look at. They're vintage, so no editing (and thus very little work on my part) required. In effort to keep this blog alive (during my attempt to wake my brain up from the long period of sustaining itself on 4 hours or less of sleep per night), here ya go! These are circa 1984 (it's only Wednesday but we're throwing back anyway). Enjoy!

Some things I notice after looking at these photos:

1. Brady has my smile. And my eyes.
2. Brynne has my huge head (sorry, Brynnie!).
3. My affinity for water started young.
4. My face has apparently been a dog-licking magnet since the beginning.
5. 1980's couch fabrics were hideous.
6. I think my Grandma still has that mirror in that spot. (Maybe not?)

Ha! Love the 80's!