first broken bone...check!

Well hello, blog!  I haven't seen you in almost 5 months.  We've just been busy selling our house, building a new one, MOVING WITH SMALL KIDS, busy portrait season, a daddy with crazyassinsane work hours as of late, and oh, ya know, broken bones.  My poor wadey.  if you follow me on facebook (which if you are reading this, you probably do!) you know that wade is a lover of all things crib.  he loves to sleep in his crib, he talks about how much he loves it, he likes to hang out in his crib, you get the picture.  When we were moving, we tried and tried to get him to want a big boy bed so that we could just give livy his crib instead of buying her a new one (poor 3rd baby was still sleeping in a pack and play at the old house, haha).  But he wasn't having ANY OF THAT NO THANK YOU.  a bit before we moved, we even tried turning his crib into a toddler bed, and that night when he ran to his crib (toddler bed) to go to bed he freaked his freak.  "ooooooooh nooooooo!  my crib BROKEN!!!!!" and had a massive meltdown until chris put the front crib piece back on, and he happily went to sleep.  anyways, i am rambling. 

last week, i went in his room to get him out of his crib in the morning, and he said "momma, i want break my crib!  i want a big boy bed!" and we were so excited!  so my inlaws brought the twin bed down that we had been storing at the farm (owen's old bed) and set it up that night.  He was very excited to sleep in it.  And I had seen a tip on Pinterest where you shove a pool noodle under the sheets, and that helps your child not fall out of bed.  We were excited because that meant that we weren't going to have to use the big-ass bed rail that we had in the basement.  It is such a pain to make beds with that thing on a bed!  so, pool noodle was placed, bedtime stories read, and wade was tucked in.

at 4:45am, i woke up to owen standing 2" from my face.  "mommy.  mommy.  MOMMA!  i want you to tuck me back in to bed."  (side note: omg isn't a good thing that even while we are woken up in the middle of a dream by someone standing thisclose to us, mommas brain's can determine in a fraction of an instant if that person is one of your littles or a person who you need to kick and punch?)  so i tucked him back in and went back to bed and was about to fall back asleep.  when i hear...

THUD. 

dang it.  i ran to wade's room, and he was in the middle of a silent "i am in so much pain in can not even make noise" scream.  I picked him up and then he started really screaming.  chris came running in and we were trying everything to get him calmed down, and after about 10-15 mins, he calmed down somewhat, so we laid him back in his bed and he freaked out once his back hit the pillow.  a few minutes later we knew he needed to be seen, so i got dressed and off he and i went to the er.  the dr at first didn't think he had broken anything, until he lifted his left arm and wade started screaming.  so the xray girl came in and took his xrays.  she told him it was her "big camera" and the little cheeseball was saying "cheeeeeeese" while she took his xrays, haha. 

after the dr came back in and said his collarbone was broken (and after he left the room) i said "baby i am so sorry you broke your collarbone!"  Which, i don't know what triggered this, but he started screaming "OH NO!!!!! I NOT HAS ANY LEGS?!?!?!"  he was, like, screaming.  who knows! 


so the treatment for a broken collarbone pretty much sucks because they don't cast collarbones.  basically he is in a sling or 6-8 weeks.  they can't cast it, so we just do our best to keep it still and not let him get too wild.  which should be easy because he is a 2 year old boy with a big brother and neighbor kids who he tries to keep up with.  at least he is working that sling!  this little guy is such a lovebug!!

PaPa PaPa Paparazzi

Every month, I take a picture of Livy with her "month" sticker to show how she changes over the year.  the boys absolutely love helping with this, so here is a behind the scenes look at our monthly session. 

 the boys get their cameras ready, and check their exposure, first and foremost.  ("checking exposure" on the kiddie cameras consists of turning the camera on, telling me the batteries are going to die, shaking the camera around, taking a test shot, and then declaring it "ready".)

 And while mommy gets her camera ready, the trio chill on the chair. 

 Wade takes the first shots of livy, he is a chimper, as you can see.  ;)

 Then Owen goes next. 

 Owen decides to get a different perspective

 Then they compete for Livy's eye contact. 

 Wade looks for a different perspective

And then goes back to old faithful. 

"How was your day" you ask? Well, let me tell you.

Today was a Monday, which usually means BLAH in our house, boring stuff likesuchas getting groceries, recooping from the weekend, etc.  Nothing awesome.  And today was pretty much the least awesome Monday (or any day for that matter) in, like, history.  What made it so sucky?  Let me tell you!  (Preface:  if you get grossed out by kid stuff, like STUFF, then read no more.  you're welcome)  (Preface 2: wade had been dealing with some "tummy trouble" aka "diarrhea" for the last two days)  (pretty sure "diarrhea" didn't need quotation marks, seeing as how I just came out and said it, so....okay. moving on.) Here was our Monday.

6:00am- Chris wakes me up in a panic, because he can't find his keys.  he remembers seeing owen playing with them on saturday.  (Ummmm...hello!  didn't it occur to you to take them and put them away right then??  thank goodness chris is so good looking...)  he proceeds to tear the house apart (cushions off of the couches, toys out of the toybox, etc. it was a mess.)

7:30- he finds his spare key and is off to work. the house is a mess. 

8:30- wade wakes up with the big D and promptly gets a bath.  owen gets up, and they both eat breakfast.

9:00- the boys play (aka- make a huge mess that they will be too busy to clean up) while I try and pick the house up and livy naps.  wade has the big D about 8 times in the next 90 minutes.  which means he gets just as many baths because wipes hurt his raw bottom.  which means I clean out the tub just as many times.  in between trying to get the house picked up.  and play with the kids.

10:30- get the boys dressed to pick up groceries (thank GOODNESS for online shopping at hyvee!  i pull up and they load my order for me!)  feed livy. 

10:45- realtor calls asking us if we are up for having a showing today at 3:30.  I have to say "yes" even though my brain is saying "WTH are you EVEN thinking??  how are you going to get your house ready while you have a 2 year old who is D'ing every 20 minutes, a 4 year old who is apparently a monkey/child hyrbid and has decided the house is his personal jungle gym, and a 4.5 month old princess who likes to snuggle???"  load the kids in the car to get groceries.

11:15- heading back from hyvee, I hear sudden SCREAMS and choking sounds from the very back seat.  wade has puked EVERYWHERE. and i mean EVERYWHERE and he is FREAKING out about it.  owen proceeds to start puking because he is seeing wade puke.

11:25- get home, get owen out and sent inside to get cleaned up, get livy out and put her in the living room.  draw a bath for wade and then head to the car to survey the damage.  ZOMG, it is everywhere. seat, carseat, in his hair, clothes, owen's soccer bag, the back of livy's seat, etc.  imagine raegan from the exorcist, only with purple puke because he had blueberry yogurt.  (tmi?  sorry)  I manage to pull wade from the seat while trying not to puke myself.  get him in the bath, leave owen in charge with instructions to holler at me if wade goes under the 1.5" of water in the tub. (don't worry...I literally ran inside at least every 60 seconds, it was ridiculous)  i bring the groceries in and get cold stuff put away, then get wade cleaned up.

12:00- feed the boys lunch, my mother-in-law comes over, I take the carseat outside and spray it down, wrap it in a bag for the trash. 

12:30- put wade down for a nap (after another bath because of more D!!!) and put livy down for a nap and feverishly begin to scrub the house for our 3:30 showing.  (I had to be out by 3:00 though because I had a hair appt at 3:30 and had to drop the kids off at chris's parent's house) 

1:30- look out front and decide that the grass is a little tall, so I quickly mow the front lawn to get some extra curb appeal.  then I go back inside and finish vacuuming and mopping and scrubbing. 

2:45- have the kids dressed and ready to load in the car (not an easy feat with 3 tiny kids!!), the house looks great, we are running on time!  yay! wait, what was that?  my phone was ringing.  it was our realtor. the client got stuck in a meeting and had to cancel the showing.  are.you.freaking.kidding.me.  ARE.YOU.FREAKING.KIDDING.ME. 

so, ya!  that was our day!  thank goodness i had a hair appointment this afternoon and i got to just go and sit BY MYSELF for 2.5 hours.  I needed some recoup time!  tomorrow can only be better!

What's in a name?

While I was pregnant this last time, we had a million "what are you naming her" questions. And I always felt bad telling people we didn't know, because I am sure that they think we were lying. But we weren't!!! We didn't even have a LIST of potential names until like 2 days before Livy was born. And our list was pretty small, and pretty random. And after she was born, we still didn't know what we were naming her. When Chris called his parents to tell them the baby was here, and that he was on his way to pick up the boys, they asked what her name was. And he said "uhhhhh...we don't know yet." So we looked at our new baby, went through our list of names, and finally chose. Livy Noelle was a perfect name for her!