"Oafman"

Jess and I decided to try and be less lame on the weekends. So last weekend, on Saturday, we took the kids to Oatman. Paige calls it "Oafman" though. :)

I wondered what Neely would think of the burros, but she started laughing the first time she noticed them.

Cason and Paige both really liked them, but got a little nervous once they came close.
Less nervous with the cute little babies though.
The signs on their heads said not to feed them, but Jess said he noticed a Japanese family, who probably couldn't read in English, feeding them all kinds of stuff. Ha.

We had lunch, and it was actually pretty good.
Neely tried her first french fry, and approved.
Then Paige and Cason watched the gunfight. Cason kept asking me if anyone was going to shoot him. He didn't seem very scared, he was just wondering. Ha.


Then we took pictures:We searched FOREVER for one of the stores to sell us some food to give the burros. It was surprisingly hard to find someone who could clearly explain to us which store would sell it. Ha.

Just when the burro food search got frustrating, Neely made me feel better by playing peekaboo.

On the way back to town, we called Jess's Grandparents to see if we could stop in and visit. Great Grama was thinking about a nap, but still let us interrupt.
Neely entertained her lots.
Cason came in for a quick hug,
but mostly chatted with Great Grampa.
Paige and Great Grama discussed eyedrops. Ha.
I've taken so many days off of blogging, trying to figure out how to load pics to our new computer, that I can't even remember what I would've blogged about in the last week. Other than the night Cason used the head massager as a hat for Neely.

Well...

...we're still having technical difficulties, so no pictures. But yesterday Neely pulled herself up while holding onto the couch, smiled at me, and let go. She stood for a few seconds without holding on, for the first time. Today she got a new tooth, the top right incisor.

Paige is doing well, her cast doesn't seem to bother her or slow her down at all, and she will hopefully get it off in just over a week.

And Cason still thinks "last week" means any time in the past, so he tells us "I was a baby last week."

So....we're still alive.

Monkey Feet

Thursday night Paige and Cason wanted to spend the night with Grampa, Grama Trudi, and Coco. So we got them in pjs, they packed their bags, and we dropped them off. Cason fell asleep before we even got there. Ha.
Paige didn't.
So on Saturday Jess worked on tiling our shower,
and Neely and I entertained each other. I like how babies use their feet to play with their toys, almost as much as they use their hands.

She was a big fan of this Buzz Lightyear toy all day.
Although she was really upset with it for a minute, and I didn't know why.
Look at this baby elbow.
This sweet girl loves me. When I play softball, Jess wears her in the carrier. I like to see them walking around the park like that. She's always perfectly happy in there. But last night when I came out of the dugout she was all happy to see me. I got her out and held her and she cuddled up to my chest, so happy. Every once in a while she'd lean back and gaze up at me, and touch my face. Then she'd do her lovey dovey thing where she pushes our foreheads together for a second, and then our faces like she's kissing me. Then she'd cuddle her head against my chest again. She repeated that for several minutes, and I felt loved. I'm gonna try to make sure that's one of the things I remember from her baby days.

"You're Welcome" Notes

Last Friday, before the accident, Jess rented a texture sprayer from Home Depot, and finished the drywall in the playroom, a spot in the kitchen, and our bathroom, which we're redoing. We meant to try and paint and have it all done during the weekend, but obviously our weekend didn't go as planned.

So EVERYTHING from the playroom has been scattered all over the house, and I haven't even tried to keep any kind of order. So our house is in shambles. PLUS it was another warm, really humid day. So at about 3 pm, when we started to get sticky, frizzy hair, we moved into our room to turn on the window a/c and lounge around together watching Charlie and Lola.

The little girl wanted down so she could "walk" along the side of the bed,
giving me that mischievous look.
Cason did the usual.
At one point he hopped off the bed, and then just stayed down there for a minute. When he didn't come right back I called to him. He didn't answer so I said "Cason? Are you okay?" He still didn't answer, and Paige gasped and looked at me, all worried. I asked ONE more time and he said "Yeah, I'm okay." Paige goes "Phew, I thought he was killed."

Paige practiced drawing/writing with her right hand, since her good one is out of commission. She drew me a mermaid.
Not bad. She put it next to me and asked me to pretend it came in the mailbox. So I did, and then I scribbled a quick thank you note, and put in "the mail".
Then she wrote me a "thank you for the thank you".
So obviously, I sent her a "You're welcome" note.
Then I tried to get some pictures of Neely and me. She wouldn't look at the camera, just wanted to cuddle up to my head. Ha.
During all her cuddling I got a look inside her mouth and saw she has a new tooth poking through. The top left incisor. She'd been a little fussy in the evenings lately, so I guess that was probably why.

She cuddled me for several minutes, but then Gia hopped up and stole her attention away.
Cason was sneaking around in our closet, and just when I was about to ask what he was doing, he emerged like this:
He did NOT have a sword when he went in. Haha.

Paige is still pretty discriminating when it comes to what she'll allow other people to draw on her cast, but she added a few little colorful spots.
Pretty soon we heard the front door swing open, and Paige and Cason went running, yelling "DADDY'S HOME!!!!" Neely started trying to follow them, and clearly said "Dada" a couple of times.
I thought I heard it a few times over the last week or two, but Jess wouldn't allow me to call it officially, until this time!

Another Fun One

This picture perfectly captures Neely's personality lately. We're suddenly seeing SO much more of it. She seems like she might be a little bit like her class clown of a brother. She's been pretending to bite me, but doesn't really do it, just comes close enough to make me squeal, and then she cracks up. Sometimes she'll fake scream too, like she's making fun of me. Ha.

She'll crawl over to wherever you are, use your legs or the couch to pull herself up and then give you the funniest mischievous smile.

Casty Cast

This morning we went to see the doctor, and he said Paige didn't need surgery. Apparently he never thought she needed it, the ER nurses just wanted us to be prepared either way, but they ended up making it sound like she more than likely needed it. We were very relieved to find out she didn't.
Paige was SOOOOO good. Not her friendliest, she was tired-we woke her up earlier than she wanted. So she didn't give away too many smiles, just a few when they made jokes about how she was doing so well she must be a doctor. But she was quiet and held really still, except to help him lift her arm a few times. He told her "I think you might be my best patient EVER." Jess and I kind of laughed, but then he looked at us and said "SERIOUSLY. Usually they're screaming and trying to get away." We were really proud of her, again.

She didn't get to pick her color, but she seemed perfectly happy to have a cream colored cast. She wouldn't let us write on it at first, either.
She still doesn't want anybody signing it, but she let me draw a little rainbow, which she helped with. Then Tyra got to add a heart, and then a sun on her elbow. She drew some little rainbow sprinkle looking marks near her fingers herself. So far that's all, but I have a feeling it'll slowly fill up with more doodles. We said a thank you prayer to God, that she didn't need surgery, we're all very happy about that.
And hopefully in just 3 weeks she'll get it off!

Supracondylar

Yesterday Paige and Cason were in the playroom. I went to check on them and they were dancing around. Paige told me to leave because they were practicing their "show" and wanted it to be a surprise. So I went back to the kitchen to finish making dinner.

A few minutes later I heard Paige not exactly crying, but kind of whimpering. So I went running and saw her come running out of the playroom holding her left elbow, clearly in pain. I had a feeling it was broken, because she had a weird, panicky look on her face and she ran for the couch. At first she was saying it hurt, and "don't touch it don't touch it, don't look at it!". She got on the couch and tried to hold it away from us so we wouldn't be able to touch it. She heard us say we needed to go and she started frantically telling us "It doesn't hurt that bad, it doesn't hurt that bad. I just need to watch a movie and rest." She also refused to tell me how it happened.

SO....she spent about 6 hours at the ER. At first I dropped Jess off at the door with her and went to park. We went inside to wait, but then they called her back right when I was gone to the bathroom to help Cason. So we drove around a bit waiting for a call, and then just parked by the ER again. Cason wasn't very worried. He told me she "fell off the zebra and broked her arm." But he was in his usual, happy go lucky mood.
Finally Jess called and told me they took x-rays, and she was really good for it, even though it clearly hurt when they extended it. She fractured her humerus, near the elbow, of course on her good hand. They also said they needed to do a ct scan to help them decide whether or not she'd need surgery. :( I NEVER would have guessed Paige would be the one to break a bone. I didn't want it to happen to any of them, but if it had to, I would have bet quite a bit of money it would be Cason.

So Grama and Tyra watched Neely and Cason for me. (At Grama's, because Jess had our house keys and I forgot mine, ha.) Grama Trudi bought and delivered baby food in case Neely got hungry, and neither of the babysitters is lactating. Haha.

So I finally got to go see her. She was so cute, Jess was in bed with her, as her pillow, and she was kind of in front of him leaning back against him. She looked pretty sad, but was quiet and sweet. Jess told me she was so tough the whole time. I thought so too, I never saw her actually cry. My dad, Trudi, and Grammy all came to see her too, and then Connie came downstairs (she was working upstairs at the time) and brought a teddy bear, stickers, and some toy jewelry for her. Paige felt pretty special I think, with all her visitors, gifts, and phone calls to check on her.

Jess and I went with her to do the ct scan, and she was so good for it. She told Grampa afterwards that she went inside the big donut thing. :)

I got a call that a little baby girl was crying pretty hard and calling for her mama, so I had to leave again to go nurse her to sleep. That didn't happen though, she nursed for a few seconds and then started playing again. She just missed me I guess. :) Cason however, barely noticed when I walked in, OR when I left again. Ha.

FINALLY Jess called, and they'd told him they'd splint it for the weekend, but she'll PROBABLY need surgery on Monday. We have to go in to see the doctor and find out for sure that morning. So please pray for her, that hopefully it won't be necessary, but that if it is everything goes smoothly.

So a little after midnight we picked up the other two and finally took them all home. Paige wanted to watch Ducktales, immediately.
So she fell asleep watching it, and slept through the night.

For now, the dirty girl had a sponge bath in the sink this morning, which she thought was pretty funny.
and I thought was pretty cute.
We're spoiling her. While I gave her her spa treatment, her daddy took the other two to the store to pick up a lemon loaf, at her request. :)
And when she DOES feel like eating, she's being served on her favorite of my carousel plates: The pink one of course.
Message from Dad - I'm truly proud of Paige. Broken arm, scans, and iv's are scary for a 4 year old but she was so courageous and tough. I'm proud of you Paige. I'm sorry you hurt your little arm. Even though you were hurt it was still fun spending time with you in the hospital. Love, Daddy.