He learned to say her name this past week. Now, when he wants her to come to him or when he has something to show her or even when I ask him to go and get Lily for me, he yells, “Yiyeeeeeee!!”

And it might just be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.

He learned to say her name this past week. Now, when he wants her to come to him or when he has something to show her or even when I ask him to go and get Lily for me, he yells, “Yiyeeeeeee!!”

And it might just be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.

The doctor did say that I’d be surprised how well a 5 year old can get around with a cast.

The best days are the days when there is nowhere to go and nowhere to be. 

The best days are the days when there is nowhere to go and nowhere to be. 

(Lily’s so proud of the banner her classmates made for her at school. I bet we never take it down.)

Last Thursday we went for our 3rd visit with the orthopedist. Lily’s gotten so comfortable there that she knows her way to our reception area, and she looks forward to pushing the buttons in the elevator all by herself and saying hi to the greeter lady at the front door. 

We went in for a fresh cast, and a new set of x-rays. We started with having the cast removed, and boy, let me tell you. It wasn’t fun. The saw was so scary, no matter how many times the nurse let the blade run against her finger to show it couldn’t hurt. Lily could have cared less about that little demonstration, and she basically cried the entire time. It was so loud and all around scary that there really wasn’t any way to sugar coat things for her. 

Once it was off, Lily wouldn’t move her leg out of the bottom half of the cast. She’s extremely nervous about it hurting or breaking again. I asked the nurse if I should carry Lily or how we should transport her to the x-ray since her leg was only in the cast 2 weeks. She replied that, “She SHOULD be fine walking to the X-ray.” That rubbed me totally the wrong way, and since i don’t take chances on Lily’s well-being, I carried her myself. 

The X-rays were easy, and the results were amazing. Her doctor said that the X-rays were better than expected, and that the bone had completely healed together. He was tempted to let her leave without a cast, but he opted against it since the fracture was near the growth plate. So instead of 4 more weeks, she’ll only do 2 more weeks. 2 more weeks and this is behind us. 

With that happy news, we wrapped Lily up with a brand new ninja-turtle-green cast, and we were on our way. Next time we return, the cast is gone for good, and I. CAN’T. WAIT. She got the green light to use her leg as much as she wants in this cast, and she certainly has. She’s back to her old self again. No more scooting around on the floor, and yelling for help. She’s on the go again, and it makes me so happy. She can play outside again!

There are only 2 more battles we have to face, and that’s the removal of the last cast and the getting her to walk on her leg once the cast is off. She’s scared to death to use her leg in the future, but the doctor said we’ll get her there if we have to sit there all day and wait for her to walk. She’ll do it.  

No cast for Halloween. Sounds good to me :)

We’ve hit the 2 week mark with the broken leg, and I’ll say that it hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be. As with any other curveball thrown our way, we’ve adjusted and adapted, and we’ve made the best of a sucky situation.

Last Thursday she had her 2nd visit with the orthopedist, and she was supposed to get a new cast. He decided against it since things were healing so nicely; after only a week, the fracture was barely visible to the untrained eye. Instead, tomorrow she’ll get a fresh cast, and the doctor should give her the green light to no longer worry about staying off of it completely.

It’ll be nice once she can use the leg a little more because I never really realized how often a 5 year old goes to the bathroom until I had to carry her to the potty every.single.time. In other words, I’m in desperate, desperate need of a back massage.

Even though she’s under strict orders to keep pressure off of that leg, she gets around pretty well. We miss her running through the house and her ballerina twirls so much, though. I miss her being able to ride her scooter on the front driveway. I miss taking her to the park, especially with the gorgeous weather we’ve been having the last couple of days.

We’ve been doing lots of reading and writing and coloring and drawing. Of course, there’s lots of television and toys too. I try to keep her busy, but I can’t always, and I feel guilty a lot. I try to think of places to take her to have fun, but I’m at a loss there, and I mostly just try to avoid any situation where she could feel left out or sad. 

Through it all, she’s smiled. The first couple of nights were rocky, and I was scared to death about what the weeks ahead held for us, but we’re in a groove now, and she’s doing so great. Her spirit has always amazed me, but this time, she’s blown me away with her happy heart. 2 weeks down, 4 more to go.

18 months with this guy.
When I think about the last year and a half with him, I think of 2 things: snuggles and kisses. He gives some of the best, and I bet years from now, when I’m reminiscing on his babyhood, I’ll remember that the most. I’ve never squeezed and kissed anybody as much as him.
He’s beginning to talk more. He makes animal noises, and says bye-bye, momma, dada, no, and uh-oh, but I can tell that he’ll be saying more soon. He’s trying, and even though he doesn’t say much, he definitely doesn’t have a problem communicating and understanding. He’ll nod his head yes or no when asked a question, and he’s great at following directions. He likes to help, just like Lily always has. 
He’s into everything, and I’m honestly surprised that Lily is the first one to have a broken bone. He’s rough and tumble and he falls and gets hurt often. He’s a major momma’s boy, so those tumbles are always followed by big tears and loads of drama, no matter how small of a fall it may have been. He will cry at the drop of a hat. 
He likes to eat, but I still don’t trust him with most foods because he is known for his choking. He loves corn and any meat, and of all the foods in the world, shrimp is his favorite. He’s not big on fruits, but he’ll eat his veggies, and of course he loves Cheerios, Goldfish, and Popsicles. One of his current favorite snacks is pretzels, apple slices, and sunflower butter. 
He loves trucks and motorcycles, but he loves John Deere tractors the best. He lights up every time he spots one. On Tuesday morning, we wait for the dump truck to pick up the garbage, and sometimes we’re lucky enough to watch the school bus in the afternoon. He’s starting to enjoy the chunky wooden baby puzzles, and he always loves books. He doesn’t sit still often, but he will sit still for a book. 
He loves being outside, and the first thing he goes for is the little red Cozy Coupe that Lily used to ride. He loves to climb in and out of its seat and pretend that he’s driving, broom-broom noises included. He plays in the little Fisher Price cottage, too, and he used to love playing on the trampoline, but since Lily’s accident, I’m banning all trampoline use. Nice knowing you, trampoline.
Long story short, I could eat him up and kiss his face off all day everyday. He’s a handful and he’s wild, and he keeps me on my toes in a way that I’ve never had to be before. But he always comes back for the hugs and kisses and snuggles, and I’ll take that. 
Happy 18 months, buddy. We love you to pieces. 

18 months with this guy.

When I think about the last year and a half with him, I think of 2 things: snuggles and kisses. He gives some of the best, and I bet years from now, when I’m reminiscing on his babyhood, I’ll remember that the most. I’ve never squeezed and kissed anybody as much as him.

He’s beginning to talk more. He makes animal noises, and says bye-bye, momma, dada, no, and uh-oh, but I can tell that he’ll be saying more soon. He’s trying, and even though he doesn’t say much, he definitely doesn’t have a problem communicating and understanding. He’ll nod his head yes or no when asked a question, and he’s great at following directions. He likes to help, just like Lily always has. 

He’s into everything, and I’m honestly surprised that Lily is the first one to have a broken bone. He’s rough and tumble and he falls and gets hurt often. He’s a major momma’s boy, so those tumbles are always followed by big tears and loads of drama, no matter how small of a fall it may have been. He will cry at the drop of a hat. 

He likes to eat, but I still don’t trust him with most foods because he is known for his choking. He loves corn and any meat, and of all the foods in the world, shrimp is his favorite. He’s not big on fruits, but he’ll eat his veggies, and of course he loves Cheerios, Goldfish, and Popsicles. One of his current favorite snacks is pretzels, apple slices, and sunflower butter. 

He loves trucks and motorcycles, but he loves John Deere tractors the best. He lights up every time he spots one. On Tuesday morning, we wait for the dump truck to pick up the garbage, and sometimes we’re lucky enough to watch the school bus in the afternoon. He’s starting to enjoy the chunky wooden baby puzzles, and he always loves books. He doesn’t sit still often, but he will sit still for a book. 

He loves being outside, and the first thing he goes for is the little red Cozy Coupe that Lily used to ride. He loves to climb in and out of its seat and pretend that he’s driving, broom-broom noises included. He plays in the little Fisher Price cottage, too, and he used to love playing on the trampoline, but since Lily’s accident, I’m banning all trampoline use. Nice knowing you, trampoline.

Long story short, I could eat him up and kiss his face off all day everyday. He’s a handful and he’s wild, and he keeps me on my toes in a way that I’ve never had to be before. But he always comes back for the hugs and kisses and snuggles, and I’ll take that. 

Happy 18 months, buddy. We love you to pieces. 

After they put her in her cast on Thursday, we came really close to canceling the mountain trip we had planned for Friday. It was something we were all looking forward to, but we just didn’t know if we could do it.

But I wasn’t going to let her spirit get crushed by a little broken leg. Why leave her out when we can help her. She can do everything she needs with a hand from us, and I’m glad we went because her leg didn’t hold her back one bit.

It was a great little trip, broken leg or not.

She said 2 things today that blew me away. The first was while we were in the waiting room looking through Sports Illustrated issues for pictures of the Saints. When we couldn’t find any, we moved to playing I Spy. She guessed what I Spied on the first shot nearly every time.

Once she looked up at me with that beautiful grin and said, “I spy something I love.” “What’s that,” I said back, thinking she was going to say the Dove ice cream bars that were pictured in one of the ads.

"Moooommmmmm. It’s you!"


Next, she was lying on the table waiting for the nurse to come back, and you could see the gears turning in her little head. She’d gotten a little quiet, and I could tell she was nervous. Then she turned toward me with a sigh, “Momma, you look beautiful today. I have the most beautiful momma ever.”

She broke her leg yesterday- a buckle fracture from a wonky bounce on the trampoline. She didn’t shed a tear at the doctor’s office, and she spent the majority of the time joking and laughing. She laughed out loud when the doctor confirmed she’d broken her leg and said, “I told you, momma!!I love it when I’m right sometimes!”

She has given me so many scares in her 5 years. I’m actually surprised my hair isn’t completely gray from the daily near heart attacks. But even through all the scary stuff, she is the bright side of everything. She finds the sunshine. She surprised me, and always makes a crappy situation so much easier than I anticipate. Why is she so good? Certainly better than I deserve.

6 weeks in her brand-new purple cast starts today. She was so excited to pick out her color. Wish us luck :)

Even though we made a deal on her last birthday that she’d stay 4 forever, Lily turned 5 last Tuesday. And as hard as it is for me to believe that she’s turned 5, it’s hard for me to be sad about it like many parents. I’m just happy. Happy to watch her grow, happy to help her along the way, and happier to get to call her mine. These past 5 years together we’ve lived it up, and I don’t feel like any time has been wasted. I wouldn’t change a single moment with her. Not one.

On her actually birthday, we went to a half day at preschool where I got to celebrate Lily with her friends. We looked at Lily’s baby pictures, and we sang to her and did crafts. We brought paper unicorn horns for Lily to decorate with her buddies. We spent time with her grandparent’s and aunt, and then we all went out to eat because she wanted to “go to a steakhouse so someone could sing happy birthday to her.” 

Her party on Sunday was even more fun. I loved seeing all of the little kids ride on the parachute and try to bust open the piñata. I made her cake this year for the first time, and it was a big hit. All of the kids sang happy birthday and blew out the candles with Lily, and before we could cut the cake, they all had their fingers and tongues in the cake. The adults opted for cupcakes :) It was a sweet party filled with even sweeter people. 

5 is here, and I’m looking forward to another year of watching her grow and learn and laugh and be great. I want more adventure than ever for her this year, and I want to take her new places, too. I have one special request, though: time, move extra slow this year. 

She’s 5 today, so we’ll play her favorite song extra loud.

"I belong to Lil. Lil belongs to me. She’s my sweetheart."