Feeling Awful

Last Thursday in the chaos of the evening I shut Amelia's hand in our sliding glass door. OUCH!! I felt horrible! Right away I called Kaylee to come take a look at it and by the time she got here Amelia was a happy giggling girl just excited to see her grandma, you never would have known she got hurt.


.....Then Monday evening I casually mentioned to Michael that Amelia's hand still looked pretty swollen. After a while we thought we might as well take her to instacare to get it checked out, just to ease our worries. I was shocked when Michael called me a half and hour later and told me that her finger was actually broken. This time I felt REALLY REALLY horrible. How could I have not known? I am her mother, I'm supposed to protect her from bad things not cause them. The doctor told us to make an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon right away to see if they would need to put a pin in it. Long story short, the surgeon said she should be fine with just a splint on it for a couple of weeks...whew. So now she gets to strut her pretty purple and blue bandage for a while....

Happy Birthday Amelia

Today is my Amelias first birthday, and I gotta say, I can't imagine my life without her. Thank-you for comming to us my little sweetheart, I have enjoyed every minute of you!

Just for fun!

With all of the snow and sick kiddos keeping us indoors Michael and I decided it was the perfect opportunity to have fun inside. So we decided to create a mural in Emry's bedroom. Michael's talent amazes me. Neither one of us can draw a straight line, but we didn't let that discourage us. We created a fun little game where we scavenged the house in search of geometric shapes we could trace to make flowers, trees, mushrooms, butterflies...everything in the mural was traced somehow. I think that it is funny that we almost couldn't stay up until midnight on New Years Eve, but this project kept us up easily until 3am. Sunday morning. Thank-you Kaylee for coming up and showing us how it is done. I love the thought of Emrys little imagination being sparked every time she wakes up to her very own meadow.