Have You No Regard For My Nerves?

This past week was a little rough for the Grigsby family.

Last Sunday, we took some of the teens from church ice skating. Just a few minutes into it, one of the boys fell on the ice and broke his leg. It was a bad break and the latest news I heard is possible surgery or a cast for up to four months. I really hate that this happened...I wish we could just rewind to Sunday afternoon and start over. I think we'll choose safer activities like bowling or putt-putt in the future. Anyway...please say a prayer for Kevin and his parents as this has consumed their lives for the past week and they are just getting started on the long road to recovery.

Tuesday morning, Landon fell from his chair at breakfast. After a full body search, I discovered his right ring finger was swollen and black and blue on the bottom only minutes after the fall. The phone conversation to Dustin went something like this:

Amy: Dustin, I am pretty sure Landon just broke his finger.
Dustin: Aren't baby bones like rubber?
Amy: Okay....that's not helpful. Please come home.

The bruising was a lot worse that what it looks like in this picture.

Upon arrival home, Dustin was quick to agree that yes, the finger appeared broken. So to the doctor we went. After a significant part of the day spent at the doctor's office and hospital for x-rays, it was determined that the finger was, in all probability, broken. The doctor couldn't tell for sure by the x-rays, but his exact words were, "just by looking at the finger...I can't imagine that it's not broken." The bones in Landon's finger were still all aligned correctly, so the doctor just taped it to the next finger and sent us on our merry way. I'm quite certain that this will just be the first of many hospital visits to come!

I thought for sure that we had paid our dues for the week, but then Thursday, Landon dropped a large can of vegetables on his foot, cut his toe open (through his sock), and I was afraid had a broken toe. Since the incident, he has been walking fine, so I think everything is going to be okay.

Hence the title of this post... I'm not sure how long my nerves can take all of these injuries. Falls, scrapes, bruises, and bleeding seem to be a daily occurrence at our house and I have a feeling that the frequency and severity of our injuries will only be increasing. Some days I wonder if I was really cut out for boys. Especially the kind of boys that thrive on danger.


Here are a few pictures of my sweet dare-devils.

Just Me Droning On Again...

I know it's been too long, but it's been a good kind of too long. The kind of too long that means I've been so busy living my life and loving it that I haven't had time to write about it. But we'll do a rewind of the last two weeks real fast...

The church here has a dinner each year honoring the older people who are single. It's around Valentine's day and it's a sit-down banquet catered by the the women of the church and served by the high school students. It was our first time to attend and it was a lot of fun to get ready for and go to!

We made Valentine cookies for the banquet. Eli and Landon helped by sleeping through the whole blessed event. I admire those moms who bake with their one year olds, but you certainly won't catch me doing it! I'm a little too much of a control freak.

Eli and Landon have been really busy leaving me surprises in all the right places.


Hanger in the toilet...just what I was hoping for!

They are always sticking stuff in the dryer while I am changing the loads over. I have really tried to keep a close eye on what goes in, but this one slipped by me. A book went through the whole drying cycle and didn't fare so well in there.

They are still leading singing throughout the day:

And they are just as adorable as ever!

Neva asked if the boys could come stay with her for a couple of days, so I took the opportunity to go visit Eva. We literally shopped for two days straight only breaking for delicious meals and good movies. It was SO much fun. 

Today was one of those days...the kind you wish you could have every day. There was nothing significant or special about this day, just a normal "I love my life" kind of day. I got showering/hair/makeup done all before noon, which is an accomplishment in and of itself. It was semi-warm (read: not freezing/snowing/raining). We met Dustin and a friend from church for a delicious lunch. The boys and I ran errands, went to Wal-Mart, got a car wash and a happy hour Dr. Pepper, and came home. The boys took an extra long nap. Dustin and I took Eli and Landon to the park as soon as he got home from work to enjoy the last hour of daylight. We had leftovers for dinner which means no cooking and little clean up. Then Dustin and I worked on different projects around the house while the boys played together. And we watched the Olympics in the midst of all of that. I mean...does it get any better?

We have dinner guests coming tomorrow, a small group for dinner on Saturday, overnight guests Saturday night, worship Sunday morning, and then we are taking the kids from church out of town Sunday afternoon, so we have a busy few days ahead of us. I love this kind of busy though!

Hope you all have a happy weekend!

We're All Boy, Part II

I've heard my fair share of moms talk about their boys dismantling anything and everything they can get their hands on out of sheer curiosity. I was expecting this to be an activity that entered our lives a little later on down the road.

I was wrong.

Let me set the scene: Four adults, two children. I think this situation is even more dangerous than one adult and two children because everyone assumes someone else is watching the boys. Mom and I were cooking, Dustin was working on the bathroom, and Katelyn had been playing with the boys, but had moved to another room.

After a not-so-long period of "too quiet-ness," we checked on the boys and found this:

See the tiny white plastic pieces. Each key has two of those that fit together and go underneath the top black piece.

It became the entertainment for the night...kind of like a puzzle.

 

Amazingly enough, we were missing not even one little piece. An hour later Dustin and Katelyn had her up and running again. They are much more patient than I.

 

And here are the culprits: