Thursday Randoms

After last Thursday's disappointment of not making it to the temple, we set up appointments for Tuesday of this week. I was able to get my recommend renewed on Sunday so I was good to go. Tuesday was a smooth sailing day and I was looking forward to the evening getaway. The kids had early release Mon and Tuesday and were home at noon both days (don't get me started on that one!). They were getting along pretty good all afternoon and pretty much left me alone to get ready. We had great weather that afternoon so they went out and started playing baseball. I had the door and a few windows open and eventually let Reed toddle out there with them. I went out and asked Nathan to not play baseball anymore with Reed outside and he plead his case (he should be an attorney) to keep playing because they weren't playing baseball anymore, they were playing golf with baseball bats and Kat was watching out for Reed and keeping him safe. I'm not sure why I walked away and let him keep going but it was a big mistake!

Just a few minutes later, I didn't hear them laughing/playing anymore and I went outside to find Dane hiding behind our sandbox and Nathan hiding the bat behind his back. Dane was crying and saying, 'it doesn't hurt as bad as you think', 'it was an accident', 'I'm ok, I'm ok'. He didn't want Nathan to get in trouble so he was hiding from me. It broke my heart!

{his eyes/tears are killing me in this photo! poor boy}

I rushed out there to find this! Isn't this just the saddest face? The poor boy had the hugest goose egg with a bruise line where it almost split open from the bat hitting him right between the eyes. I took this photo and sent it to Milo and my friend that we were going with and asked if we were still ok to go. All the while thinking that if we didn't get to go, the title of my blog post would have been 'Satan is a pig'! I just knew he was trying to keep us away from the temple. Thankfully, no dilated eyes, no throw up, no fever. He sat on the couch with an ice pack for an hour and it went down quite a bit. We ended up going and had a great time. It's so peaceful in the temple, I just love it. Plus with our crazy afternoon, I needed it. Marion checked on him while we were gone and said he was his usual busy self and seemed just fine. Typical.

Oh the trauma that caused. Nathan ended up bawling harder and longer than Dane did because he felt so awful for not paying attention while he was 'golfing'. It was so sweet, he kept bringing Dane some of his favorite candy to share and every time he looked at him he welled up again. He was shaking with fear that he hurt him really bad and was so, so sad. Made me realize just how much these brothers love each other.

{to me it looks worse in person because the goose egg is in 3-D!}

And as luck would have it, today was picture day for Dane. When the other kids had picture day, his track wasn't at school so they set his class up for photos on retake day. So no other retake day for Dane! I paid an extra $7 to have it retouched, who knows if it will work or how good they are at it. I had people tell me to leave it alone but I just couldn't look at his banged up head on the wall every time I walked by. It hurts to look at it and I don't want to look at it for a year! Even though he's one adorable boy with a bruised, goose egg forehead, it's too much for this mom to handle.

Today Reed kept going back and forth between Kathryn and I, pointing to his diaper and saying 'poo, poo'. We kept checking and no poopy diaper. So I asked him if he wanted to sit on the potty and go poop. He shook his head and said, 'Uh huh'. In we went and while I was telling him to go, he kept looking around and laughing about actually sitting up on the toilet. I've never put him up there before and I think he thought he was pretty big stuff. I kept telling him to go and to both of our amazements, he actually went!! I yelled for Kathryn to get my phone and when he saw me start to take his picture, he made this face and yelled, 'Cheese'. I know this is some sort of fluke and don't have high hopes for it happening again for quite a while. There is no way I'm potty training a 22 month old even if he was successful this one time. I'm definitely not that crazy!