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.