28 and broken

Yesterday morning, I got up with Hannah and started my morning routine.  I brushed my teeth, let the dog out of the kennel, and then out the back door.  The back door is on the back side of the garage, down two steps.  So I let the dog out and then put food in his bowl.  We keep his food in the garage.  I was coming down the steps, to put the cup back in his bag of food, when this all occurred.  I stepped from the bottom step onto the concrete floor with my right foot, and rolled on top my foot.  I fell down and heard something snap but I thought it was the plastic cup smacking the floor.  My foot hurt pretty bad when I tried to put it down, so I managed to get David out of bed, by yelling for a few minutes ; ), to help me back inside.  He knew as soon as he looked at my foot that it was broken.  I was more optimistic.  Truthfully, if I did not enjoy the active lifestyle that I do, I might not have even gone to the doctor's yesterday.  But I really don't want to mess myself up running.  So we headed to the ER.  We dropped Banana off at my sisters.  The ER visit wasn't so bad, time wise.  We showed up a little before 10 and were out of there by noon.  They did give me 2 percocet before we checked out.  Two big (10's) precocets.  I felt so drunk for the next 6 hours.  The ortho doctor even commented on my drunk look.  I think one will do.  I have a spiral break, in the bone just under my pinkie toe.  I have to admit, I can't believe it hurts as bad as it does.  I felt like a wimp yesterday.  Right now it's in a splint, because I am told it will continue to swell over the next couple of days.  I go back in a week, for a cast probably.  I don't need one, but because I am a runner, and a stay at home mom of a 2 1/2 year old with a small horse (Rossi) they're going to cast it for protection measures.  I can't do any physical activity, my kind, for 3 months.  And absolutely no pressure on it for the next couple of days.  I'm telling ya - this is hard!  I'm sure anyone that's had a broken foot knows exactly what I mean.  I feel useless.  I think it's going to be a long 2 months.  Thankfully, Amy and Tom are on their way here right now.  They should be here this afternoon, to help out with Hannah.  They were already planning a trip in a couple weeks, so they just moved it up.  I feel very fortunate that they are in a place, both being retired and all, to help out.  For some reason, Hannah just doesn't understand why I can't open up here tent.

Happy Halloween

I cannot believe I haven't posted these yet!  I have a video but I seem to have forgotten how to post videos to blogger.

Playing with glitter

This afternoon Hannah and I had glitter art.  It was also bath day so I let her do go town using her hands in the glitter glue.  You'll notice from the pictures that she glittered her hands, and feet, as well as the baby and finally, my hands.  Finished project to be modeled later when dry.  Later on, while bathing her and baby the baby "peed" on Hannah.  She was freaked out, then fascinated.  When I told her the baby was peeing on her, she spread her legs real fast so baby wouldn't get anymore pee on her.  Then she stared at the whole where the pee came from.  Ah, to be in the mind of my 2 1/2 year old.

A Front Door

The front door was jacked up.  It would be very difficult for me to explain it in writing.  The door was old, and did not function like a properly functioning door.  David tried to fix it a couple weeks ago, only to make it so that I could not shut the door all the way.  So we had to undo what he did.  That's when we decided we would go ahead and replace the door.  We had talked of replacing the screen door.  It was pretty dark and the front of the house was a bright white, so it just looked out of place.  Yesterday was David's day off, so we decided to tackle to the front project.  With help from a friend, the front door and storm door both went up last night.  It looks so much better!

Hannah's new thing

Do you see what this is?  This is a picture of Hannah's belly button.  This is her new thing, coloring her belly button in.  Saturday, the first time I noticed it, she chose brown.  Last night, it was purple.  Ah, to be a child.

Pumpkin Carving

Hannah was not a fan off the pumpkin guts.  And David did not take a photo of the final product, since I was at H&R Block when this occurred.  So, I'll post one later.  

Slow Dancing

Making a Necklace

Today we made a necklace out of seashells.

Playing Catch Up

A couple of days ago I posted the video of Hannah dancing. That video was taken last Saturday at my friend Amanda's wedding. Amanda and Kory, the couple that got married, are high school sweet hearts. I've known both of them since my high school days. Kory sat right beside me in Geometry class and Amanda was the only bright spot out of a horrible relationship I found myself in. I dumped him and kept her! Amanda was also a bridesmaid in my wedding. She was the tall one! When we first moved back to NC, when Hannah was 18 months old, we were all hanging out together and Amanda asked me if I thought Hannah was too young to be a flower girl. At the time, I said yeah, I think she might be. Fast forward to Amanda and Kory's engagement party, right after Hannah's 2nd birthday. Hannah was being Hannah. She's very comfortable around people as long as someone she trusts is around. So she was running around around, chatting it up with everyone. SItting in everyone's lap, helping herself to snacks. Amanda's asks again, and this time my answer is different. I think she can. So with very little training, and one long talk, she walked down that aisle, holding hands with the ring bearer. It was so precious. She did not throw any petals, and she did not hang out with the bridesmaids. However, Ethan was there and she really wanted to go play with him. Overall, she did great! Everyone, and I mean everyone, had something positive to say about her. Most people commented that she was the youngest flower girl they had ever seen and that she had done so well. Then the DJ came in, and that's where the video comes in. My little Hannah danced and danced, for hours. During the toast, she had to be barricaded by chairs to keep her off the dance floor while the dads were speaking. She danced with everyone, and really didn't want to dance with mommie. She had so much fun. And everyone was so accepting of her running around on the dance, it was great.

She's a Dancing Queen

Okay, I can't get the photo's in the right order! Ugh, I have the hardest time formatting my posts on here, it's really starting ot bug me. Oh well. So Sunday David and I drove to the beach for the night, without Hannah. It was much harder on me than her, but David and I had a great time. While we were gone, she kept looking at my mom and randomly saying "My daddy's a cop." So David and I decided we would take her to Build A Bear so she could build a cop bear. On Tuesday night, we did just that. Hannah was so funny. You'll notice that our cop bear is camo print. We took Hannah in and told her to pick out whatever animal she wanted and she immediately pointed to the camo bear. Well, as David pointed out to me, the camo bear would look a little funny in a cop uniform. So David tried to get Hannah to get another one, subtlety of course! He walked her up and down her options a couple times pointing out other ones, asking her if she wanted that one instead. Nothing. He finally relented, realizing that the one she wanted was the camo one. The stuffing machine and the washing machine intimidated Hannah a little but once David showed her how it worked, she was fine. It was a small process to herd her past teh strollers, skirts, shoes and etc for the bears. I told David that Sarge, the cop bear, may be unisex as I may buy girly stuff for him for Hannah at christmas. She really liked the tutu's! As we were standing in line to pay, I saw her rubbing the badge on his chest, she looked up and me and said "That's his badge."

Almost 30

Yes, that's right. I am not 28, I am almost 30!!! Kinda freaky for a girl who can still remember feeling awkward in high school. I asked for one thing for my birthday, to blow out candles on a birthday cake. I haven't done that in all the time I've known David and for some reason I really wanted to do it. David obliged. He did get a few items for me, all things I wanted. Let's see: running shoes, gloves for my spinning class and a new book. I joked about where David and I must be in our relationship when the things I get as gifts are things I would get anyways; i.e. running shoes. It's perfect though. The evening of my birthday David and a handful of friends sang Happy Birthday to me and made me blow out 28 candles! I could've done with just a 2 and an 8! It was fun. I love where I am in my life even though I am not where I thought I would be.

More Rossi and Hannah

I tell ya, it is truly a circus around here. Rossi and Hannah are non stop. They spend all day running up and down the hallway and around the living room and kitchen. Rossi is normally chasing Hannah. They play tug of war. Last week, I found them both hanging out in Rossi's kennel. Hannah had her play phone and a couple other toys in there, and they were sitting side by side. When I asked Hannah what she was doing, she said she was playing in Rossi's house. When we get home from somewhere, she runs to the guest room to let Rossi. She squat down in the dorr way and say things like "C'mon on Rossi, c'mon." She rides him like a horse, and wraps her arms around his neck and lets him drag her. That's only just the beginning! Honestly though, I love it. He's doing pretty good with all the other training. He did dig up all my collard plants but Labs are known to be diggers, so it looks like I might have to live with some digging here and there. If that's the worst of it, I think I can handle it. This past weekend we took Rossi and Hannah for a walk. Hannah actually rode along in her wagon. Towards the end of the walk, we put Rossi in the wagon with Hannah, and they just sat there together.

It really is because of Hannah

Two days ago, David and I found ourselves at a local shelter, and consequently, bringing a dog home. Long before I ever got pregnant, I always said that David and I would be in trouble when we had a child that could ask for a pet. See, David and I are both suckers for animals and I knew we'd have a hard time saying no when our own child asked. So Tuesday morning we all wake up at the same time. Hannah wants to know where her "yellow bella" is, to which David and I just ignore. As David is leaving to go get a pack of cigarettes, Hannah looks at David and says "Daddy, are you going to get my doggie." And that was it. Hours later we found ourselves at a shelter in Raeford. We played with 6 different dogs, and this one was the one Hannah said she wanted to take home. Keep in mind, she was not mimicking David or me. We hadn't said any of these things. This dog was not even my first choice, but how could I compete with Hannah saying she wanted it! So meet Rossi, our 13 week old lab/rott mix.