Following in my Mom's Footsteps

My mother has broken her nose three or four times, at least two of which one of her children broke it for her. One of my little brothers slammed into her nose while we were in church and broke it once. She had surgery about ten years ago to smooth away the lump that formed from it being broken so many times. Well, yesterday I'm pretty sure DA broke my nose.

We were tickling and playing on my bed, which is one of DA's favorite things to do with me. I was laying on my back and he went to jump on me. I caught him a little off his center of gravity, so he windmilled around and his head came down full force across the bridge of my nose. Instant tear-jerker. DA kissed me better multiple times but it didn't really feel better.

I spent last night fighting pain and trying to breathe. When I got up this morning, the skin around my eyes looked slightly black, which could be bruising or lack of sleep, and the bridge of my nose is puffy and tender to the touch. I've had a massive headache ever since it happened and it feels like my head is under intense pressure. There wasn't any blood, so I don't think it's too big of a break if it is broken, but it sure hurts like crazy.

DA has been really cute about it. He felt so bad that he hurt mommy and he has been trying to play soft ever since. I think it's been a good experience for him too. He went to play with a friend this morning and when I picked him up his friend's mom said, "They were so nice to each other today. They didn't fight once!" I had to laugh.

Lost and Found

I finally found our camera. It's been missing for a couple of weeks and we have had some funny moments that should have been recorded but weren't. It was in the car under DA's feet, which is the place that collects everything. My car is fairly clean except for that one spot. Pictures and more fun will, of course, be coming soon.

My Office...

We live in a three bedroom apartment, which is really nice because it allows me to have an office space. However, my office currently looks like a war zone. Its hard to work in a mess, but the mess is a bit overwhelming. I've been trying to clean, organize, sort, and get rid of things, but its been taking so much time that the rest of my house is suffering. I would give almost anything for a day of uninterrupted work and a partner to keep my going!

Spaceships and Stepstools

Today was the day of building. It started with DA building a really tall tower and bringing it in to show mom and dad. Jake made the comment not to build it too high cause he wanted to speak the same language as his family. DA promptly dropped it and legos went everywhere.

After breakfast, DA gathered all the legos he had dropped and a few more and brought them to me to build an airplane. We built a plane, he played with it for about a minute, then it too got dropped and once again legos were everywhere.

We turned on cartoons for a few minutes this morning and it was Mickey Mouse Club House, which DA adores. On today's show they went in their space ship to mars to help Goofy fix his space ship. After so many spacey things, DA decided he wanted to build a space ship. By the time he got it how he wanted it, it had been dropped and broken at least five times. After each episode he yelled at his legos saying, "Oh Man!" and "You're not supposed to do that!" I was cracking up every time I heard the inevitable crash.

After nap, DA wanted to build some more, so he gathered up the legos and started on a conglomerate of all three prior attempts. He ended up with a huge HUGE spaceship that had mini towers sticking up all over the place with wings. I really wanted to steal it from him and enter it into the lego building contest the Library is putting on for kids because it was really amazing that he had put it together himself, but he dropped it on his way into the kitchen to show me. Sad!

Later, DA wanted to look out the window, but it had a layer of liquid between the panes most of the way up, so he grabbed his stepstool and stood on tip toes looking out the window. He stayed that way about thirty seconds, then shrieked at the top of his lungs, jumped off the stool and started running around like a crazy man. I couldn't figure out why until Jake walked in the door a few seconds later. We love it when Dad comes home.

My First Family Blog

So, I've had a writing blog for a couple of years now, but I've never really done a family blog. I thought it would be fun and would keep my journal efforts somewhere that won't burn (hopefully). Here's the scoop.

My only child who I will refer to as "DA" (Destroying Angel) is learning to potty train right now and has been doing really great. He has been dry for five days, today is day six, so if he can make it through tomorrow without an accident, he gets soccer big boy underwear. He has been wearing his Cars the movie underwear and doing great. He has finally gotten to the point where he doesn't necessarily tell me every time he has to go potty, he just gets in there and does his business. It's nice to have an independent child at times. The funniest thing to come out of the experience has been the phrase, "Mom! I gotta poop!" Which he yells at the top of his lungs so all the neighbors are aware.

Jake is in school and trying out for the collegiate racquetball team. He thinks he made it, but we'll find out on Wednesday. School this semester has started to get busy. I can't believe Jake will graduate next year. We're still trying to decide which post-grad program to do, but hopefully Jake can get in to talk with a counselor this week and get things worked out.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't do much other than work on my book and hang out with DA. Melissa M. and I have been working out most mornings, which has me excited, because I want to run another half marathon in the spring or early summer. I'm making friends and having a wonderfully funny time being a mom.