Poor Baby

We had such a good day at the temple on Wednesday. I'm kicking myself for not blogging that night because it was a great, uplifting day. The kids had a blast at Becky's house. Zoe did get the best of Reed though, Becky said he would whimper if he saw her walk into the room. Poor girl loves babies that much. I have a post in draft form I need to finish with the cutest photo. When we got there, Reed was playing Rockband with the guitar hanging around his neck and he was singing into the microphone. It was adorable! I've let the past couple days get the best of me and haven't blogged much at all in an attempt to not whine or be negative. Not in writing anyway, in real life it's another story. In short, I'm ready for a routine and the kids getting back to school tomorrow is the perfect start!

Now for the sad news.....

{Look at that chub. He was only 23 lbs at 1 but today weighed in at almost 26 lbs, 3 months later. It's a little exaggerated here with him slouching. I love his squishy tummy!}

Little Buddy broke his arm, in two places no less! Thankfully, the Dr said they weren't bad breaks. I have no idea when (makes me feel awful) or how (just as bad of a feeling). I noticed on Friday that he didn't like me putting his left arm in the carseat but he's generally not been himself for a week or more as he's been cutting his bottom molars so I didn't think too much about it. Friday night when Milo was getting him dressed in pajamas, he mentioned crying over the left arm. We both looked it over and couldn't decide if it was swollen or not. Yesterday afternoon, I did think it was puffier near his wrist. But he kept using it and sucking his thumb so I kept second guessing my gut. Never a good thing. Why wont I learn!

So today after the second session of conference I took him up to the walk in. He was really good, I had some fruit snacks stuffed in my purse so he had a yummy distraction. They had to take quite a few x-rays because he kept moving (crying, screaming). They put this splint on him until we see the doctor, hopefully tomorrow or Tues. He gave up trying to pull it off and started chewing the blue foam. I feel bad since it's the thumb he sucks. Once we got home he just took his blanket and rubbed it on his face. So sad.

He loves Finding Nemo right now. Last week or so, he was being really cranky and I put that movie on just because I knew the other boys liked it and thought he might too. He loves it. He'll go find the case and bring it to me and then point to the TV over and over and whine until I turn it on or find another distraction. I'm back to quoting it again (it was Nathan's first over and over movie too), I think I love this movie as much as they do. Milo had turned it on as soon as we got home and he plopped right down and would hardly look at me. Thanks Nemo! So we'll see what tomorrow brings and if he gets a cast and for how long. Always something, right?