I {heart} Easter

Oh, you bet we went all out for Easter this year. It's only the best holiday in all the world, is what it is. We had all the colors, paint, and white crayons you could imagine. We had stickers, glue, and glitter. We had fuzzy hair, googly eyes, and pipe cleaners. We also had those crazy shrink wraps which BLEW THE CHILDREN'S LITTLE BUNNY MINDS. The only thing we didn't have was vinegar. Nice. Good thing we had dad at home to run to the store and get the biggest, baddest vat of vinegar known to man. Dad to the rescue.

Which egg won this year's rivalry game? Oh hey, that's right. Now I remember.

Hey, if the egg says it, it has to be true. Who's going to argue with an Easter egg? Not me, that's for sure.

If Hudson were an Easter egg...

You know these babies will make the best deviled eggs known to man. I love rainbow deviled eggs.

The End.

Broken boy #2, who is really boy #3, and kid #5

Alternate title: What happens when you ask Bo to babysit one too many times.

That's right! She breaks their legs. Apparently, Holden was getting a little bit lippy with her, so she went ahead and broke him. Fo reals, yo.

This little monkey was standing up at the ottoman and decided to sit down. But you know how littles sit down right? They just plunk themselves right on down, no bending, no grace. Just plop. But this time, Holden decided to put a twist on his plopping. No, really. He twisted while plopping down and immediately started crying. A new cry. A super sad cry that was more tear evoking than even the shots at the doctor. We all saw it happen and just figured that he twisted his ankle or something. Babies are bendy, right? They don't break! Unheard of! I give him some tylenol and some snacks and tell Bo that if he's still fussy to put him in the tub and then to bed. And then, get this, Jeb and I leave to go out to dinner! That's what you do after Bo breaks your baby, right? I mean, she was already there. You can't waste such prime babysitting skills as the Bo's. It would be a shame, is what that would be.

We come home and the Fluff is sleeping. Bo tells us that there is probably something more to this injury than we had originally thought and then goes on her way. Yup. She just leaves him. Can you believe that?!? I mean, who would just up and leave a broken baby? Heartless, that one.

I hear him whimpering throughout the night, but never really wake up. The next morning when I'm trying to change him out of his morning surprise (it's not surprising when you catch wind of it outside his room), he cries whenever I lift his legs to get to the good stuff. Then, when I stand him up to pull on his pants, there is something definitely wrong. It has to be a sprain, I think.

So, I do what any self respecting mom would do, I take him shopping. He seems fine in his car seat with his leg tucked up close to him, but anytime I bump the cart he gets upset. To try to comfort him, I started rubbing his legs. It's then that I notice that one leg is kind of cold (I can't keep socks on this monkey to save my life) and the other is really hot. Well, now, this can't be a good sign, right? I call up Papa and ask him to collect the girls from dance while I take Mr. I-guess-he's-not-really-that-fluffy to the InstaCare. The doctor comes in and twists and turns his hot little leg until he screams and says "Yup. Probably a toddler fracture. Happens all the time. These guys are so top heavy the fall over and break their legs". Whaaaaaa?!? Happens all the time? I 'm covered in kids and this has NEVER happened. How can it happen all the time? We sweep him back to x-ray where Hudson is fascinated by his brother's "spooky ghost leg" and confirm it. Yup. Broken leg. Totally guys. Totally.

When the doctor asks what color cast I want I clap and say "hot pink with sparkles!", which garners me a questioning look. I guess if you want to look less guilty you don't get excited about the cast. I'll remember that next time. In the end we went with the navy blue cast up and over his knee. It will be there for 3 long and frustrating weeks. But, he's managing just fine, thank you. It weighs him down and tires him out, but he's getting along. The worst of it is that I can't give him a bath. That was always my secret weapon. Any time this kid got grumpy all I had to do was add water. Bummer. On the bright side, he gets to wear all his new birthday shorts way before it's warm enough for shorts! Score! And isn't his tiny cast so cute?! Plus, this definitely puts off walking for at least 3 weeks, which was the plan all along, right Bo?

Holden poked and stuff

We all know about my lack of excitement regarding well child checks, right? Well, the pattern has continued right through Mr. Fluffy. I brought him in for his 12 month check up right before he was to turn 14 months. When I told the doctor that I was late in his shots he said "oh, it's not that bad". And then he realized that I wasn't talking about his 12 months shots. I was talking about his 6 months shots. And then I got the look. The disappointed pediatrician look of scorn.

When he was explaining to me the possible side effects and what to look for after the immunizations he would say "MMR; no side effect. Oh, wait." He then would look right at me and say "Since this is like a booster, he might have a fever." And then he continued with "Chicken pox; no side effect. Oh, wait. That would be for a current dose. Since this one is so late, maybe a rash." and on and on like that. He's a funny guy, our pediatrician. When he was done, he said "I won't even talk to you about a flu shot" and I said "Wise use of every one's time, good sir".

The stats: weight 22 lbs 8.5 oz. Just 2 lbs shy of his "big" brother. This was reported to me as 50th percentile. And then I scoffed at the medical inaccuracy. This chubba flubba lubba is nowhere near average. He eats average for breakfast. Height 29 1/2". Again, just above average. Although he towers over his competition in cuteness, squishiness, and all the fluff.

Hooray for Holden! Couldn't you just chew on those cheeks, belly and knee chub! I mean seriously! Knee chub! That's worth all the doctor disappointment I can get.