Pajama Day

I declare today Pajama Day. Mainly because it is 1:17pm and Hunter, Addison and I are all still in our pajamas.

My Babies

Breakfast

Did I mention that Disney World brainwashes you.

Now everywhere I look I see Mickey Mouse.

Wild Ride. . . Down the Stairs

I fell down the stairs today. I am okay . . . I think. The really scary part was that I was holding Hunter. He is okay. Hunter landed against me, so he had the softest landing. I called his doctor and after a series of questions they said it sounded like he was fine.

But it was a scary experience. Praise God that I was past the turn in our stairs before I fell. I slipped coming down the stairs and my back was the first thing to hit the stairs. Then I continued to slip down each stair with my left arm, the back of my waist and my back taking the brunt of each stair. I couldn't use my hands to stop myself, because they were holding Hunter. When I finally made it to the bottom I had to let go of Hunter to stop myself from falling onto him. So he did have a little fall, but it was only inches.

The funny part is, somehow my bottom didn't hit anything. My bottom never touched the stairs as I was falling down and then once I hit the bottom of the stairs, I landed on the side of my hip. So the part of me that has the most cushion was no help at all.

I have a bloody spot on my arm about the size and shape of a quarter and I feel very sore, similar to after having a car accident. Pretty much everything on my left side from the hip up is sore. My lower back hurts when I sit down. But I really do think it is all just being sore and bruised and that there is no real damage.

As soon as I was at the bottom of the stairs, I called Daniel and asked him to come home. At this point I was in a lot of pain and had no idea if I could get up, let alone pick up Hunter. I wanted to make sure that Daniel was on his way home in case someone was really hurt. Then I called Hunter's doctor. After talking to the doctor most of the major pain had subsided and I was able to get up and pick Hunter up.

Praise God that our crazy ride down the stairs was not more serious!

Heard all day long

Heard all day long in my house:

What are you doing?

What's that?

And it is not like they are just asked once.

Addison: Mommy, what's that?

Mommy: That's a drum.

Addison: Mommy, what's that?

Mommy: That's a drum stick

Addison: Mommy, what's that?

Mommy: That's a drum, see you use the stick to hit the drum.

Addison: Mommy what's that?

Mommy: It's a DRUM.

Addison: Mommy what's that?

Mommy: Go ask daddy.

Good Big Sister

Today while Addison and I were playing with one of her puzzles, Addison said, "I need to check on Hunter." I didn't exactly know what "checking on Hunter" meant, but I said okay and watched as she walked over to Hunter. Hunter was on his play mat. Addison stood over him, watching him for a few seconds and then said, "Hunter is okay." Then she came back and continued working on her puzzle. It was so random, but very cute.

Dress Size ????

I have the honor of being a bridesmaid in a wedding for one of my best friends this coming March. My friend is trying to find reasonably priced bridesmaid dresses. Last night she called me and asked what my dress size was. I realized I have no idea what dress size I am. The last time I bought a nice dress was over 3 years and 2 babies ago. So I decided to look at some of the clothes I had to see what size they were. This is when I discovered something funny. The shorts that I had on and that fit nicely are size 6, but the jeans that I have been trying to get into for the past few months and can now finally, but barely, zip up are a size 8. This makes no sense. How can size 6 shorts fit better than size 8 jeans?