Me...(and Memms).

It's been a long time since the camera was turned on me. I miss it. I wish I would have planned a little better, I would have tried harder to do something with myself...anyway, here "I" am...me, all me. Thanks Casey.

Thoughts

Today was a day of learning. A day of pondering, and after much thought, I have decided it will be a day of sharing. This is not something I share very often, and I think the reason I feel impressed to share it today is because I am sorting through it and hopefully there is someone else out there who needs to read this.

I few months ago I shared with you our story about our hope to adopt. I wish I still had that post to share, but this post will replace it and hopefully give a full account of that hope, and other feelings.

We have been in our new ward for almost five months. I have been getting to know people, and one person in particular. We sit together almost every Sunday. She and I just sort of clicked. I have been thankful for this partner each Sunday and look forward to our visits between Sunday School and Relief Society. A few weeks ago she had a beautiful baby boy. I have had the opportunity to hold him on a few occasions, and she has shared with me her feelings of "just wanting another one". I remember the day I brought Memm home from the hospital, I held her and cried and felt those same overwhelming feelings of wanting another child...right away. (Crazy I know...) I shared with Amy that I too felt that way after having my daughter...and well, that obviously didn't happen. I then casually brought up the fact that we had our paperwork in for adoption, and that I hadn't told many people (I'll explain why later...) but that we were also trying to get our license to do Foster Care. She looked me in the eye and said, "I already knew." I was like "What? Huh? How?" Totally assuming that people talk (you know how people are...I am guilty of it too!) She said no, that she had actually seen our profile on http://www.itsaboutlove.org/ while helping a person very close to her search for possible couples to place her baby with. I felt very, well, sad at that moment, and ashamed that I had not done a better job of sharing my testimony of adoption.

A year and months of pain and doctor's visits, and a surgery later after Hubbs and I were married, I was diagnosed with Endometriosis, and fibroid tumors. At that time I remember sitting in the office while our doctor explained the results of the laparoscopy, and talked about what this could mean for us. It was at that time we were told this condition could cause infertility, or problems being able to conceive and that it may be very difficult for us to conceive. I am not sure if this revelation made me want to "prove them wrong" or if it deepened a desire to have a child that may not have come otherwise, but it was in that office I decided that I would do all in my power to become a mother and be able to be blessed with a child. Up to that point in my life I had witnessed a few great examples of adoption. I made it a point that I would not spend years waiting and hoping for something that may never come. So, we set a "time limit" on our trying. I laugh because a month before our "deadline" when we would go into LDSFS and start our paperwork I found out I was pregnant with J-Man. A little over a year to the day we sat in that office and were told we may never have children. I still remember how I felt when I found out I was expecting J. I was elated, and frightened, and thankful for the opportunity to carry this precious spirit.

A year after J was born we had our paperwork in and ready to go into LDSFS, still with the same hope in mind that doing all that we could would allow our Heavenly Father to bless us with another child. Seven months later I found out that I was pregnant with little Memms. Again, elation, thankfulness, happiness, fear. (At least for me, pregnancy is a very frightening thing, not sure if anyone else ever felt that way.) We called our worker and let her know that we were pregnant and that our file would need to be placed on hold. Eight weeks later we received a phone call from the agency, someone had neglected to take our file off of the website, and a birth mother from Florida had chosen to place her baby with us. She knew that we were expecting a baby, and yet she still knew that we were the family that her son was meant to be a part of. This little boy was due in three weeks. I have never felt so blessed in my life. I was walking on clouds. We rushed and rushed to get everything ready for this little boy. We chose a name, and prepared for the trip to pick him up. About a week before he was due, we received another phone call from the agency telling us that this birth mom had decided to parent her child and that her fiance wanted to help her be able to keep him so that she could be a mother. This story is very sacred to me. I have never felt so crushed, so despaired, and yet felt so close to the Lord, and gained such a strong testimony of anything in my life. Feelings that are too sacred to share here. I am thankful for that birth mother. I am thankful to still have contact with her and with her amazing fiance, and to see that little boy growing up in a loving family, soon to be sealed to two loving parents and a little sister.

That experience left me a little scarred. I won't lie about that. Especially when Memms was approaching the age of one, and the time was coming that we could put our paperwork back in, hoping to have another baby placed into our home. I have been taught since I was young that a couple's choice to start a family and all things that relate are sacred and it really is never my place to ask. Entering the world of adoption and couples who are infertile, and pretty much living in the state of Utah....all of that is thrown out the window. When I found out I was pregnant with Memms I felt A LOT of anger directed towards me, I experienced a lot of sarcasm. Just when I thought I was over that, we were chosen by a birth mom. Wow, imagine being pregnant, AND being placed with. I wasn't "ashamed" that I was pregnant, but I felt guilty. I felt guilty that I was able to carry a child and doubly guilty to have been chosen by a birth mother. The irony was that that little baby stayed with his birth mom. Was there something that Heavenly Father was trying to teach me? Yes. Perhaps something he was trying to teach others through me? Indeed. But now, now that we are in the same situation again, me trying to do all that I can do to be blessed with a baby, I still feel guilt. I feel so much guilt in fact that it is hard for me to share about our desire to adopt. I am so afraid that the second I start sharing I will get pregnant (which would be FANTASTIC) but then the guilt will set in, and I will start hearing, "You always get pregnant the second you put your papers in." People...NO. YOU. DON'T. Don't ever say that to someone. If you think it is funny, or true, I can give you a list of people who will prove otherwise. I have had that said to me so many times, and it was never funny and never true.

So then why am I struggling right now? I am not sure. I just fear. I hate saying that I am weak. I am not sure where I fit in right now. Do I fit in with the fertiles? I am not sure. Do I fit in with the infertile? Well no because I can't say that I tried for years and years, treatments, and IVF to conceive a child. And I don't think I ever would. Sometimes I wonder who I can turn to that will understand my heart, who would understand that I wonder if anyone will ever choose to place a baby with us because we have two biological children. Or worse, if we get pregnant, will I have to feel that guilt and sorrow for my friends who will never be able to feel the joy and experience of carrying a child and bringing a child into the world. I admire adoptive couples. They get to experience a little piece of heaven on earth. I think they get to witness a great love that Heavenly Father has for them, and they get to be an answer to someone else's prayers and have the opportunity to be the blessing that someone else is looking for.

I am not sure why I am writing this. I may sound like I am ungrateful, ashamed. I tell you I am not. Shy I guess. Not strong like so many of my friends like The R House, or Family of Three, or Ron and Jessica and others who share so much and advocate for adoption. I am just wanting so much for these friends of mine, and at the same time wanting so much for myself, for my little family.

Just thoughts.

The perfect recipe for the perfect smelling laundry...

Within the first year of marriage, I had perfected the clean smelling laundry scent...AND IT LASTS, it still smells even two weeks after I put the laundry away! It had to be something fantastic, something out of this world. A year after we were married our basement flooded with SEWAGE and after the flood, we had to stay with numerous folks, and during that time, we stayed with my good friend Michelle. Michelle washed our clothes and YUMM, seriously?! I asked her what was this wonderful product she used to wash her clothes?...she said she used:

Arm and Hammer. Huh.

So, I began to use Arm and Hammer. LOVE IT. I also add a scoop of:

It really gets out some of the caked on schtuff that my kids are constantly getting on their clothes, even chocolate milk. A heaven sent. For really tough stains I use none other than:!
If you have NEVER used this product, you MUST. I get mine from Babies R Us, and I get it in the BIG bottle. It gets out ANYTHING. It is safe, I have never had a problem with it! I have cleaned my floors, my couch, spit up, poo, pee, vomit, GRAPE JUICE...endless. It works, and IT SMELLS YUMMY


Even after the find of the wondrous Arm and Hammer, the smell wasn't quite what I wanted so I added a little Bounce Dryer sheets, (from my growing up years.) For the formula to work, it has to be the Outdoor Fresh Scent, and I always use two, (my loads are HUGE yes, but I love the extra softness and scent it adds to the already yummy Arm and Hammer.)If I have a white load (and we have A TON of WHITE!) I always add me some:
Love the smell of bleach. I know it is bad for your clothes, but I can't help it. I love getting out of the shower and putting on fresh, yummy, clean clothes. LOVE IT!

Well, that is about it. I have had some people ask me. I even did laundry for a friend when she was ILL during her pregnancy...she actually LET me do her laundry because she knew it would SMELL soooo good. (I think that is THE ONLY reason she let me do it, and I was thankful!) Anyway...try it and enjoy...it is a treat.

Rotate, Teach, Get a Rock.

Warning...this post is LONG...but worth it. Come back and read it in parts if you must.

Ug, toys. Where do I begin? I think it started with an obession and leftover from childhood. We didn't "get" much...but what we did get we took care of. So, feeling a little "jipped" as a child if you will, I went overboard, a little. Okay probably a lot. And it only looks like so much now because it is nicely organized into these bins, with labels and all. Thank you Leisha! When we moved, I decided that it was either time to get organized or get rid of it all. I got rid of a ton, and frankly would like to get rid of more, but that will have to wait I guess. For every new one we get, one is given away, and eventually that will become less and less and we give away more and more.

So, on to the Great Toy Rotation... See these bins? They are located in "the scary room" of the house. The room that is unfinished and houses the heater, (and is soon to be my new studio, HOLLA!). So, basically the kiddos are too afraid to go in there alone, hence they will leave these toys ALONE! Which is nice. So a few weeks ago, these bins were in their rooms, under the stairs and everywhere, and we gathered them all up and put them here...and every Monday night after Family Home Evening, we put away the bins from the week before and the kids can each choose two bins and one "big" toy box, (we have three of these which contain big trucks, stuffies, dressups etc...) and the key? They have less to play with and they actually do. play. with. them. I am not even joking. They play and they enjoy them as if they were new. I can't take full credit for this idea. I got it from a dear friend in my old ward who is a genius and a wonderful mother and example to me. Hi Katrina if you are out there, THANK YOU!
I hope I can explain this and share the power of this topic, but sometimes I lack words or thoughts, so I will do the best I can. This definition comes straight from http://www.lds.org/.

Family Home Evening

"Church leaders have instructed members to set aside Monday night as "family home evening." This is a time for families to study the gospel together and to do other activities that strengthen the family spiritually, create family memories, and increase unity and love."

As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I feel very blessed to have the gospel of Jesus Christ in my life. I have seen many powerful effects on my life, and one of the greatest has been the blessing of Family Home Evening. I can remember when I was very young having a few lessons from my mother. Shortly after my parents divorced, my extended family, (grandma, grandpa, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc...) began having a weekly FHE. From the time I was nine until I was 21 we had this gathering of family and love and teaching. It was a great strength in my life then. Once the family became TOO huge to house a weekly FHE, it fizzled out and I have to admit that it has been four years since we have had a regular family night in my home. A few months ago Hubbs and I decided to implement it again into our little family, and I can tell you that it has made a world of difference.

The most wonderful thing about FHE is that you don't have to be LDS or a "mormon" to have your own night to spend with your family. What better way to show your children or your spouse how much you love and adore them, then by devoting a night a week to them, for them, spending time with them, teaching them, and showing them how important they are to you, and how loved they are. Our evenings are usually spent with a short lesson (thank you four years of Primary Presidency lessons), an opening prayer, a closing prayer, a song, and of course a treat! Sometimes we aren't so formal, we will take the kids to play at the children's museum, walk around temple square, go out to dinner, but generally there is a purpose and we invite the spirit of our Heavenly Father into our home. It allows us time to be together, and when that time is devoted to Him and to one another, the week goes better, our house stays cleaner, and we fight less. There is more patience and love. I have witnessed this, and I encourage everyone who is reading this to implement this into your lives and schedules and let me know how it goes!

From our lesson tonight, one of my favorite Bible stories about Joseph in Egypt. Can you say, "Technicolor Dreamcoat" anyone?

And finally, if you're still with me, our little Toddler chores:

Brush your teeth.

Wash your hands before eating and using the bathroom.

Get yourself dressed (as best you can).

Pick up your toys.

Take your vitamin.

And that is it. They can earn 1 "pedra" or rock for every job they do without having to be asked more than once. We have been doing this for a little over a month now and it works! Right before bed we hand out the rocks, they put them in their little jars and they are SO excited about it. Even the little two year old screams, "Pedras! Pedras!" And FLIPS out if that word is said and she doesn't get to put the rocks in the jar at that very minute.

I let the kids choose their reward. Obviously Miss is a little too young to understand the concept, so her reward is putting the rocks in the jar, (and sharing a bit of Mister's rewards too.) While Mister, he chooses to get a pinata for each jar filled. Not sure why he loves pinatas so much or why that is his choice...but it is. And happily for him he filled up his first jar in time to have a dinosaur pinata for his birthday!

Seriously these little things help keep me sain and keeps our house a little cleaner with four little hands helping.

As for me...well that big jar is mine. Hubband has one too, and seriously, it has been a great motivator for me to do MY chores. I give myself one WHENEVER I do SOMETHING. I know that seems silly, but it helps me make a good dinner, load the dishwasher, fold a load of laundry. When mine gets filled I get to have a scrapbooking night with one of my friends...I can't wait!
So, that's it from the Simply Me house. Hope everyone is doing well, can you belive Thanksgiving is NEXT WEEK? I am dying with how fast time is going by. And that my baby isn't so much a baby anymore, but that is another post ENTIRELY!

Thank you Mommy Sunshine!

Apparently, well, I rock the bowl! ;) Mommy Sunshine awarded me this bloggie award. It too was my first so thank you sweet Carrie. She said the nicest things about me, and I seriously cried. I needed this more than you will ever know!

"Kim is always so honest about her life and the up's and down's in it. This
beautiful lady brings a nice spiritual outlook to her life and family. She has
been inspiring and uplifting to many people. She always has a compliment or a
positive thing to say about someone. She has a gorgeous little family and is in
the process of adding a fortunate, new member to it. She is totally deserving of
this award! Her blog ROCKS THE BOWL! Not to mention, she takes fabulous pictures!"

It is hard to believe that I have known this lady for almost two years now via blog world. I met her through Moosh in Indy. (Be prepared ya'll to see ME with Moosh in Indy. I have a lot of peeps ask me about her...oh believe me, you'll meet her! Anyway, Carrie is Casey's cousin, and I had the opportunity of meeting Miss Carrie and we became friends instantly. She is one of the strongest, nicest, most amazing people I have ever met, not to mention BEAUTIFUL. I had the opportunity to photograph her newest little a few months ago, it was such a neat experience to capture. Love you Mommy Sunshine!

Hmm, I guess I need to award this wonderful honor onto someone else, and the first person who came to mind is a newcomer, and a guy even...who blogs and is hilarious! I love this couple's positive outlook on life, and I met them through LDSFS and photography all at the same time, imagine that...so here's to Ron and Jessica.

They too are searching for a little one to join their family. If anyone out there can help them on their quest and know of a birth mom who would be a good fit for them, and you feel so inclined, send her their way, you can visit their profile here:

Ron and Jessica

Until I get more time...

...some answers to your questions:

FHE: Family Home Evening. One night a week devoted to spending time with our family. It has seriously become my favorite night of the week!

Sweater: Sam's Club Oh ya baby!

Toy Rotation: Watch for this in depth in a forthcoming post, but for now, basically taking out some toys, storing them, and only giving a few choices per child, per week. Then the next week taking out those toys, putting them aside, and letting them choose new toys.

And finally...the chores. You'll just have to wait for that one, but so you get an idea, they aren't really "chores" but things that the kiddos can do that is on their level. Hopefully I can share this on Sunday!

A lot on my mind.

I have had some of those "days" lately. Not bad, just a lot on my mind. Do you ever have those days? Just been thinking about how much I appreciate this man, and all that he does for me. Sometimes I feel like "we" get lost in the shuffle, and that all "I" can think about are the things he isn't doing, or the things I wish he would do. I forget ALL that he DOES do, and it isn't fair of me sometimes. Our life is so full right now, I like to use the term "CRAZY"! (Oh my heck I am using a TON of "quotation marks";) Really though, life is crazy. I know I have said it before, but with school, owning two businesses (which if they ever start paying off will be SO worth it (and they are, in a way...), our beautiful children, and Hubbs working, and then callings, it doesn't leave us much time for "US"! I realized a few weeks ago, that it was up to ME to get things on the right track, that indeed amidst this craziness and constant time of life, we can have what we need, and it has helped ten fold. I have found I am not as impatient with the kids or Hubbs, and that we are happier and have those little disagreements less often, (note I said less often...because I admit we are far from perfect and we DO disagree.) Anyway, just wanted to make a list of things I am doing that have helped US along the way...

Started having regular FHE. Can't tell you how wonderful this has been, words cannot describe, it has also opened us up to having a more organized home, and the kids love it.

Daily Scripture study and little family prayers. Sometimes, because of our schedules it is just me doing it, or just Hubbs with the kids, but for almost two years, almost every day I have been reading out of that little "picture" Book of Mormon to the kids. They never listen, I like to think that something is getting through...who knows. But they prayer thing they get, and when I do it, I feel like if I haven't accomplished something that day, then at least I have done that.

A toy rotation! Oh my word. We just started, but seriously it works. It takes a lot of effort, but we rotate on Monday nights after FHE, and seriously never have I seen the kids play with their toys so much. And FYI if any of my parents read this, PLEASE! NO MORE TOYS for my kids. Savings bonds, money, a book...one book, but NO TOYS! I am SUPER done with toys. LOL!

Chores. I started a reward system for chores. This post is getting too long, so perhaps I will talk about this one later...but the kids do them, and are doing them, and they are EXCITED about it. Ya...will post that later, I recommend.

And finally, almost no TV. Seriously, I accomplish so much, my kids use their imagination, and I just feel better since we don't watch TV (not that we have time to anyway, but turning it off instead of even resorting to it for "babysitting" purposes has made a world of difference!) (Wha? You say you have NEVER turned on the TV to entertain your kids. Call me...I need to know your secret. I swore I would NEVER do it, and I admit I have done it more times than I should have...but I have stopped...I am so happy to say that I have stopped.)

And that is it. Tiny changes that have made a world of difference. Our home is cleaner, we are more patient parents, everyone knows what is expected of them, and if something isn't done, we know who needs to do it, and we help them through it. It has been a wonderful few months since this went into action. Loving it...now if only I can keep my gym schedule among all of this craziness, and kick the food cravings!

And about this man:

He gets up in the middle of the night with the kids. If the kids cry, he does it. He sleeps on the floor in their rooms if they need it, just so I can sleep. (BTW, he LOVES sleeping on the floor...he is a bit odd in this regard, but I love him.)

He doesn't complain often when I just want to "go out" for dinner. I know he hates spending the money, but he goes along with it, this I am grateful for.

He is a constant support of my desires. I know he wants me to be happy, he supports me in school, pushes me to move forward. Is happy when I accomplish my goals in photography, and even though he wanted nothing to do with me going to Hawaii, he doesn't complain! Thank you honey! I'll bring you back a nice shirt. ;)

He always knows what I am thinking. I am amazed at how often we say the same thing at the same time, or are thinking the same thing. We truly are kindred spirits.

He looks totally hott in that sweater. I finally talked him into it, only four trips to the store and he took the bait. I love you honey! Forever.

In the trenches...

TARGET.

F-O-U-R

Happy Birthday Little Man.

He turned four today. FOUR...4. I cannot believe I have been blessed with him in my life for four years. I am so thankful for him. He is my sunshine, one of my very best friends, my heart and soul. I am always amazed at how well he knows me. His intelligence astounds me, his abilities in all things are remarkable. I cannot wait to watch him grow, and learn...and to love.

These photos are from our ward Halloween party. They said no scary costumes...Mister chose to be a skeleton this year. I wasn't sure if that was considered scary or non-uplifting so I talked him into wearing one of his dress-ups (thanks Claudia). Upon discussion of said costume choice he said, "Okay mom...but you have to do my hair like Superman, like this...(visualize hand swooping motion over forehead in circular manner representing curly cue omnipresent on one superman extraordinaire)." Um ya, my jaw hit the floor...how on EARTH would HE know how SUPERMAN does his hair?! Oh my word...! LOVE HIM...LOVE HIM! Have I said how much I love him. Anyway, so this was the final product...he looks a bit off in this photo because he was FREEZING...but oh so cute, I just wish it wasn't so blurry, but I'll keep...

Anyway, we had a really fun day today, we went through his baby book, talked about him when he was "little" watched Transformers, went up to the Copper Mine, headed over to Toys R Us so he could choose his toy (he chose a Transformer, tried talking us into two, claiming he needed two to "fight" hehehe...he only got one (although had I been alone I would have given in.)) Then he chose "Pizza, without salad on it" for dinner...come to find out "salad" is anything that is green. Hmm. And then a cake...chocolate. It was a good day! Happy Birthday Buddy, I love you FOREVER!

And one of Miss, just cause she's cute...and today we were getting her dressed and she said, "What the FREAK?!" Ya, all on her own, thanks Flav!

Quiet moments...

...captured forever. Why I do this, why I do so many of the things that I do.

Him

This says it all. He loves to draw. He will come to me and ask me to draw something, so I will, then he will go into his "office" and draw the same thing, down to the last detail. I wish I had photos of these to share, I hope to get to it one day, and publish a book of his art for Christmas.

I feel there is nothing that he cannot do in this life if he works hard and puts his mind to it. Perhaps this is normal for all parents, but in him I see so much possiblity. The things he says, and does, his observance to life is mind blowing. He is so perceptive to things temporal and spiritual. He sees a need and he fulfills it, he sees something he wants and he goes after it. He loves learning, he feasts for it. I admire him for so many, many reasons. At four he is my protector, my helper, and I can only imagine how he will be ten years from now...

This photo...

I love. One of the best friends I have ever known. So utterly blessed to be his mother. Somedays I wonder, "Why me?" and often I wonder if he deserves better than me. He is my heart, he makes me laugh, smile, and tear...so full of love for him. Wanting so much for him. I'll keep...forever!

IKEA

Going through some more summer photos, and forgotten I had taken these, love them.

The girl loves her potato, as long as it is fried, crisp, tot-like, she'll eat it.

Rarities:

Sometimes, when we're growing we think we don't 'need' a nap, for some it happens when they are two, others four. Mine is almost four, somedays he naps, somedays he doesn't. This was one of "those" days...

And this one? NOT a sound sleeper at all. She sleeps well, but will not fall asleep anywhere but her own bed. She had just woken up from a nap, and I came home to find her like this: She fell back asleep. This has not happened since she was three months. I was so utterly jealous.

Life...

Found these tonight as I was going through some stuff. I have been trying to organize my scrapbook room (haven't unpacked since the move). I just have an overwhelming feeling to get back into it. Anyway, need to print off almost a years worth of photos. I know horrid right?

Just loved these, even though sometimes I don't love myself, they said so much about me, to me...I needed that today:



They were taken a few months ago, right after we moved into our new house. I remember it was a Sunday, just us, how we are. I keep thinking of how much I love these little spirits, and how much I long for another one to join us, and yet, enjoying every minute of them in the process.

This past week has been pretty busy. You can tell by the photoblog that I have had session after session after session. I love it though. I have learned a lot and I am continually learning about me. I feel that Heavenly Father gave me this gift and I am using it, and it is blessing my life and the lives of those I photograph. It is something hard to explain, yet something that is completing a part of me.

School is keeping me busy. It is a bit stressful, but not to the point it was this past summer. I never want to enter an abyss like that again.

My kiddos are very sick this week. J wasn't able to go to school at all. I took him to the doctor and found out he had a sinus infection, ear infection, and a double eye infection. My heart is just breaking for him. It is funny, but I have never had him on any medication in FOUR years!? This is his first time on antibiotics. So weird for me...but good I think. Little Memms came down with much the same thing I fear today. I knew eye infections were really contagious, but she is exhibiting all of the other symptoms of big brother. I just don't know what to do with my feverish, eye boogie carrying kids. Hug and love them, and be grateful that after Saturday morning I have a week off from sessions and can focus on just them!

Anyway, there is a little update for all of you. Thanks for the e-mails inquiring how we were doing, and where I was. We're still here plugging along! Hope you all are too!

"Nursemaid's Elbow"...

...a fancy term for: "you suck at parenting, way to go and dislocate your kid's elbow, nice going stellar parent!" Or in other words, today was a bit of an upsetting day (at least for an hour). We dropped J off at preschool, and decided to head over to the mall to get a book and a video we have had our eye on since conference. Well, it was me, Hubbs, and Memm. I think in the last year and a half, this is the first time that Hubbs and I went anywhere alone with just Memm. Well, Memm has this thing she likes to do called: "Drop my weight and create my own "wheeeeee" game!" You know what I am talking about right? Every parent has done it. I know Casey has. Anyway, playing the 1-2-3 game wasn't even the culprit. It was a fit Miss threw after we had to take her away from the 75 cent fake pony ride...she wanted to ride it and I didn't want to wait for the four other little kids waiting in line to finish. Anyway, Hubbs grabbed her hand and we all started walking out, that is when Miss threw herself to the ground and did a 360 while Hubbs still had her hand in his. We didn't realize anything was wrong until we got in the car and I handed her a book and she grabbed her left hand with her right and tried to "open" the book. She was crying and crying. I looked at her wrist and swore it was sprained/dislocated/hurt really bad...she kept crying and holding it. Anyway, went straight into our pediatrician, (man, I love my ped office! AMAZING staff, amazing doctor...really never had a bad experience with them EVER!) they got us in literally THREE minutes after we walked in and it wasn't her wrist it was her ELBOW! Crazy, the doc told us it is usually the elbow when parents think it is the wrist. Anyway, none of this was a big deal at all. I was very calm, just feeling a little bad about her being in pain, but she is fine now. But I guess once this happens, it can happen more commonly. So, anyway...no more playing 1-2-3 at our house! :( Sad cause I really love that game.

Memm

Sometimes very serious...always thinking, doing, playing, reading, talking, hugging, caring...love her a lot.