Sunday, December 21, 2008

My sweet little baby and his sweet little hand

Saturday night Grant and I got away for the night to go to Grant's company Christmas party, which was about an hour out of town. We did the Christmas party thing, and then stayed at a little B&B. It was all very nice. The boys stayed back and were lovingly cared for by Grant's parents while we got to be away.

When we reunited Sunday afternoon, we found out that there had been a little accident with Cash last night.

It turned out that he had crawled up to and touched the fireplace glass with his hand. He now has a huge blister on his palm and smaller blisters at the tips of his fingers. Grant has friends that work in the burn unit, and they have advised us that we don't need to drain the blisters, just keep them clean and covered. Papa pharmacist gave us a cream that we are keeping on it, in addition to the Tylenol that we're giving Cash every four hours. He seems to be acting fine. He has already adjusted his crawling so that he doesn't put pressure on his palm, and instead is making a half-fist and crawling on that. Bless this little baby's heart.

Pre-School Festivities

Because Jagger goes to two preschools (Countryside on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and Mother's Morning Out at out church on Wednesdays) we got to fill up on double the Christmas festivities this week.

On Thursday Santa came to his school. Very exciting. The whole fam tagged along to check it out. Jagger was especially happy that Daddy got to come, too.

On Friday, the MMO program held a Christmas program. Jaggers class performed two songs, Away in manger and a Snowman Song. The snowman song was pretty cute. It goes like this:

I'm a little snowman, short and fat.
Here are my buttons. Here is my hat.
When the sun comes out I cannot play.
Slowly I just melt away.
Here is Jagger making his way to the stage.

Jagger did a great job, actions and all.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Brei and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

It's 20 degrees. Grant has me driving across town doing miscellaneous errands for him. I am in my work out clothes and a little jacket. In the midst of these errands, I lose track of time and end up rushing to pick up Jagger from Mother's Morning Out. I get in, I get out, and buckle up both boys tight in their car seats. As I slam the back door of the Jeep... I lock them in, along with my keys.

Why, oh why, can't my three-year-old get out of his own car seat and open the door for me? I guess it's a lot to expect since I have a hard time unbuckling his seat most days. Oh, and why are my pants paper thin and my ankles showing when it is 20 degrees? NOT GOOD THINKING, Brei Anne!

Fortunately, there are other mommies there that feel my pain. And one friend stood outside with me while we waited for the AAA guy to come and save the day. In the end, the kids were fine, and barely even cared that they were locked in the car for about 40 minutes. They didn't really even cry. But I guess I cried enough for all three of us.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Jingle Bells

Well the boys got to see Santa already this year. It was good holiday fun. Jagger was a little shy until he realized presents were involved, and Cash was a good sport. Here's a few pics of the festivities.

In a related story..... In disciplining, we often have conversations with Jagger that go along the lines of: Such and such makes Mommy and Daddy and God happy.... or.... Such and such makes Mommy and Daddy and God sad. Well, as of lately, Santa has edged his way into the rejoicing and disappointment of Jagger's behavior. Last night, according to Jagger, Santa was sad when Jagger peed the bed.

I was the one who had to change the sheets. I was more sad.

Monday, December 8, 2008

The Many Names of Cash

This kid has a lot of nicknames. I thought I should share them.


Cash Baby

Cash Money

Cash Money Millionaire