Ouch!

There was an accident, in which my poor baby got his face slammed into the driveway. I won't go into too many details because frankly, my heart still hurts over this whole disastrous event. Oh, the horror. The screams, the cries, the blood! The amount of blood that comes from the face is just crazy. Oh, and don't get me started on his chipped tooth! Oh, my heart.

I was there within two seconds to pick him up and try to talk to the other two, who were just as hysterical. They were all crying and E started waving her hands in the air screaming. He's bleeding! Look! He's bleeding! Oh Noooo! What are we going to do?! His face! He's bleeeeeediiiing!
Get in the house, just go in the house. I try to stop the bleeding. I call Daddy, who was in a budget meeting, to explain the situation. This is where I got emotional. My baby! He's still bleeding and his tooth! He chipped his tooth! Besides the thought of a concussion, A thought it wasn't as bad as it could have been. But, honey, his TOOTH!

Finally, the bleeding stopped and I assessed the damage. He got a bruise just under his hairline with a small scrape. The front and side of his nose were scraped up, his chin was scraped, and his lips were cut open from one side to the other. Then, of course, his chipped tooth. He also skinned his elbow and knee, but they were the least of my worries.

Here he is looking a little better. His face is still raw and we couldn't brush his teeth for several days because his mouth was so sore.

A few days later, he's still swollen and scabbed over, but in good spirits.

The dentist checked W out and thought he didn't bust his tooth hard enough to kill the nerves. But he wanted to see him again when W has healed up nicely. He's also planning to file down his jagged tooth.

It's been awhile since his accident. He's healed and back to himself. We haven't filed his tooth yet. It'll be soon though. I hope he takes it well. I hope I take it well.

A Decade?

Has it really been a decade since I crossed the threshold of eternity with my sweetheart? It's amazing how fast time flies. For our 10 year anniversary, we made plans to just get away. We dropped the kids off with Grandma and Pa and headed out for a few days.

Our first destination was The Land of Oz to see Wicked. The musical broadway show that I've wanted to see for a couple years now was finally a dream come true. A didn't know too much about the story, but knew the music. He was excited, mostly because I was so ecstatic over the whole experience. He admitted he didn't have high expectations, but as we took our seats and marveled over the set, I know his heart skipped a beat.

We were told no cameras inside. We passed the signs that said to check your camera. I was so nervous about getting caught, especially by the head usher on our aisle. The one who took his job seriously as he swiftly guided folks to their seats and gently tapped on his ear piece like a secret serviceman. But everyone with camera phones were clicking away. I was torn. What to do? A took the camera out of my bag and click, click, click. No regrets.

Before the show started, we viewed a map of Oz with the glowing Emerald City.

Amazing. Simply unforgettable. Moving. Pure entertainment. We LOVED the show. By the end of the first act, we were clapping wildly with looks of pure astonishment. I was fighting back tears. We looked at each other and both knew the show was FANTASTIC!!

We had lovely seats. I mean, seriously...they were amazing. Row M in the Center on the aisle.

See how thrilled he was to see the show? We couldn't stop talking about it, reliving it, singing and humming the music. Like I said...it was unforgettable.

We fled straight to the beach after the show.

It was there that we completely relaxed and had some fun for a few days. We slept in, ate whatever we wanted, lounged on the beach, played in the pool and in the lazy river. We went out to eat and actually had a great time shopping together. No kids to interrupt our conversation. No diapers to be changed. Three little mouths didn't need to be fed. Six little feet weren't heard running. Thirty little fingers didn't need to be cleaned. We spoke of those cute little children of ours, but it was soooo nice to just be together.

Do we have to go home?

Mom? Do you mind keeping the kids a few more days? PLEEEAASE? I wish we could have gotten away with that, but A has a job and I think we would eventually miss our kids.

Thanks mom and dad for playing with your grandkids for several days and allowing us to celebrate.

Mother's Day

Look who's cute as can be in her new dress!

She is so adorable. She's lovin' the camera.

Here's the back to show the bow. Strike a pose!

Of course she has matching hair clips.

I'm so glad she loves it.

She wore her dress on Mother's Day.

E wrote a few things she loves about Mommy and gave me a nice flowering bush for the yard. I also got magnetic pictures of the kids to plaster to the fridge.

My fabulous husband slaved in the kitchen to make me dinner. He cooked Chicken Marsala (recipe from Carrabba's) and it was heavenly.

Mmmm...He has made it again since Mother's Day and it was even better! He's come a long way since that hamburger pie stuff. What was that?