Callie's first big boo boo

This past Friday Callie was on the boys bunkbed(I was in the room vacuuming) and she somehow hit her lip and bit through her skin to the outside of her mouth. It bled a lot, and I was in a panic. I called the doctor right away and they said to bring her in, so I did. We were luckily in and out in about 5 mins. The doctor said she wouldn't need stitches b/c mouth wounds heal fast. She'll just have a scar....

Ouch, Owie, OW!

Tate was spinning around trying to get dizzy tonight while I was cleaning up the kitchen after supper and landed on the coffee table. He has a whopper of a goose egg....

So this is what its going to be like??

So, the lesson I've learned today is that there will never be a dull moment when you have three small children, one of which is completely accident prone. The completely accident prone one I am talking about is...you guessed it...Tate. At school each week they get to choose a toy to bring home and keep for the week. Most weeks the boys pick relatively small toys with lots of pieces that I usually have to hunt for all over the house for on Sunday nights. Anyway, today Hunter decided that he wanted this toy:
A teeter totter, or as I warmly refer to it now, the Tooth Breaker. The boys wanted to go on it after we got home, so I was helping them go back and forth b/c Tate couldn't push it down on his own. They were laughing and having a blast on it when Tate slid off and SOMEHOW(I really do not understand how this could have happened)Tate knocked out his front tooth. I was inches from the whole thing and saw it all happen. There was nothing I could have done to prevent it, it happened so quickly. The first thing I saw was Tate's tooth sticking straight out of his mouth. It bled some, but not as much as I would have expected. He didn't seem too upset by it, but I sure was. I bawled like a baby. I called the dentist here in town and asked what I should do, and they told me he'd have to go see the pediatrician dentist in the bigger town 30 mins away, so I made an appointment there for tomorrow morning, but then once I talked to Brent realized we are supposed to be getting a snowstorm and after talking with a lady from church who used to be a dental hygienist I decided to cancel the appointment and reschedule for later. The lady from church came over and checked out the tooth and said he'll need to have X-rays(although its not something that is needed immediately) to make sure all the root is out and won't hinder him from getting his permanent tooth in, but that won't be anytime soon, UNFORTUNATELY! So, I plan on making an appointment for when we are back from Iowa, unless he complains of it hurting before then. She recommended us giving him a softer food diet until he gets used to chewing without his tooth. At this time he looks like he's been in fight and lost b/c he's got a bruise on either side of his forehead and a cut below his eye from the various other injuries he's had. I tell you, that kid is going to keep me on my feet. Here is a picture of his "toothless grin".

Word to the wise...

...when your steps look like this...
...and you try to walk down them carrying a laundry basket full of clothes while trying to talk to your mom on the phone...YOU WILL FALL DOWN THE STAIRS. And it will hurt. Bad. Lesson learned!

The latest injury...

Tate fell off a chair today at our friend's house. He was just sitting there and fell off. He cut open his top lip really bad, it bled a lot and there was a giant piece of skin hanging of his lip(I about passed out). The poor kid!! I am thinking of starting a tally of his injuries...and a savings account for all the crutches, braces, doctor bills, etc... Right now he has a top lip that would give any botox gal lip envy.

Thursday, Bloody Thursday

Well, its been quite an evening around here. I'm not feeling very well right now, I've got a headache and my stomach isn't feeling well. It just hit me around 4 this afternoon, so I called Brent to see when he'd be home. He was on his way, so I was relieved. However, not a minute later Tate pushed Callie down while she was standing and she fell and hit her mouth. She cut that thing that hangs from your top gums to your lip pretty bad. It bled A LOT. She cried hysterically for 10 minutes straight, poor thing. I felt even worse after that b/c I don't like the sight of blood. She is doing fine now, thankfully. The blood did not end there, however. Tate and Hunter pulled out all the pillows, blankets and any other covering they could find and placed it on me while I was laying on the couch. Later, after I took them off me, they started jumping from the couch to the pile of blankets/pillows on the floor. Hunter got carried away and drug/pushed Tate down on the floor. Tate hit his head REALLY HARD on the record cabinet and it started bleeding badly. Brent took care of that one. I am a little nervous b/c he hit his head so hard, but he seems to be acting normal. I sat him on my lap with an ice pack for as long as he would allow. I was looking at the poor guy while icing his head. He's got a scar from when he cut his eyebrow open, a chipped front tooth from when he fell on the tile, and currently he has a scratch mark and bruise on his cheek. He really is quiet the "bruiser". Much like his dad was I imagine. I sure hope he grows out of this accident prone trend. I think I would surely pass out if he ever breaks a bone.

In completely unrelated news, Hunter now has a new name for our Balmex. He was bringing it to Brent tonight as he was changing Tate's diaper and he called it "penis cream". We good a chuckle out of that. I hope he calls it the right name if we are in public;)

Fat Lip Numero Dos

Yes, I look like I've had a bad botox job right now. As Tate was sitting down in my lap so I could put his shoes on he accidentally headbutted me and now I have another fat lip. This one hurt quite a bit, I envisioned those star things swirling above my head like they have in cartoons. It is not even 1 yet and the kids are all down for naps. I'd be pretty surprised if Hunter didn't take a nap today. The reason: we had our first ECFE class today. Hunter was SO excited to go to "school". It was a really fun time actually. I was dreading having Callie there, b/c as it turns out there wasn't sibling care, but it went alright. She likes noise. The kids checked out every square inch of the classroom, looking at every toy before deciding on what to play with first. They chose the animals and had a whole table FULL of giraffes, lions, bears, horses, cows and pigs. They have a great variety of toys to play with. After they were playing for awhile the moms went out and had a time to talk and get to know each other. We'll be doing this every time and I think I'm really going to like this part. What I know I'll miss about MOPS is the feeling of being totally normal in all this mothering business, and I felt right at home with all the other moms, so that was great! After that we came back in the classroom and had a circle singing time, story time and then we had little stations of activities for the kids. The theme for today was polar bears, so all the activities were about bears. There was a matching game, a craft decorating the bears, a water table where you could scoop out little bears and big containers with ice in them that you could walk little polar bears around on. There was also painting and snacks. It was very stimulating for the boys. At the end they go in a room and are allowed to check out one toy and one book for the week. Hunter chose a grader(of course) and Tate chose a tractor with lots of animals on it. Hunter is pretty excited about that grader. It was fun, however coming home was not. They were pretty worn out and Hunter made mention a couple times of just going to bed. That was fine with me, so we ate lunch and went down for early naps. The class lasted an hour and a half, and Hunter goes tomorrow for his kid only class which lasts for THREE hours(during what is normally nap/quiet time) so I am SURE we'll be putting him to bed shortly after supper. I think he'll have a great time, though. His pal Ryan is going, so I'm glad he'll have a familiar face.

Callie is teething again. She's working on some bottom ones now. Its going super rough for her this time. I'm growing increasingly tired and frustrated. I just don't know what to do to help her. Yesterday she kept spitting up at church and I had to finally bring her home during Sunday school and change her outfit. She was chewing on her hands and whining the whole time. She's been waking up at least once in the night and I am getting so tired from that. I can hardly function. She stopped waking up in the night once she popped her last bunch of teeth, so I'm hoping she does that again. I've been giving her Tylenol, but I don't think its helping at all. I'll be so happy when teething is over.

A couple funny Hunter sayings:
-yesterday we were talking about his age and he said, "Four is really old. So is seven."
-Tate was bugging him while Brent had them on the bike in the trailer and he heard Hunter tell Tate, "Tomorrow, I'm not talking to you all day." (Of course they've been chatting it up all day)
-I got out Hunter's new church shoes yesterday and showed them to him and he said, (in the cutest excited voice) "OHHH! Those are awesome! They're so cool!!"

Well, I'm going to go cash in on this time of ALL the kids sleeping at once. It's like winning the lottery!

This hour has been a doozy.

The last hour at the Norman residence has been quiet exhausting. I'm now ready for bed. Here's what the last hour has looked like for me:

-came home from a day at camp with my friend, the kids had no naps and lots of fresh air.

-was wrestling around with the boys while waiting for Brent to come home(briefly b/c he had to leave again for another job) and Hunter playfully said he was going to punch me in the face. I said, "Oh no you're not!" just as he cocked back and punched me RATHER HARD in the face. I now have a swollen bleeding sore bottom lip. My three year old gave me a fat lip. He was very sorry and will not be doing that again. Brent walked in within 30 seconds of this happening and took care of Hunter while I tried to stop it from bleeding and put an ice pack on it. I can't talk very well right now.


-then Hunter starts having diarrhea(again, he also had it yesterday at the park. It wasn't pretty then either and I have some mental images that will never be forgotten;) He makes it to the toilet all the times, but manages to get it on his legs, the rug, me.

-Then Tate has his third(and I must say nastiest) poop of the day. Something must be going on here, b/c these boys do not do this normally.

-While making waffles(yes, I don't cook exciting things when Brent is going to be gone for supper) Tate gets into the egg shells.

-cut up waffles for the boys, get a new batch going and talk to my mom on the phone, all the while nursing Callie.

-Give boys bananas after the waffles and Tate immediately smashes his ALL over.

-Give up and decide that its movie time. Can't find the movie they want to watch ANYWHERE! I seriously looked everywhere. Finally decide on one and put it in, only to have to go downstairs while typing this to see why Tate is crying. Turns out Hunter punched him b/c he got ahold of the remote and shut the movie off. So...Hunter is now in his room for the rest of the movie after being punished again.

I was going to give them hair cuts tonight. Methinks that would put me over the edge, I think we'll be waiting till tomorrow.

I am so ready for bed.

Why its good being married to a carpet cleaner and other fun stories...

We've had some not so dull moments around here the last few days. Right now Callie is in her serious teething mode, so I just gave her some Tylenol and am hoping she'll stay asleep for awhile. I'm on concussion patrol with Tate(more on that later) and I'm feeling a little under the weather.

A couple nights ago we were all sitting in the living room after supper and Callie was in her excersaucer. She started to fuss so I brought her out and put her on my knees and checked her diaper. She was poopy, so I took her in her room and changed her diaper. As I was still doing that I heard Hunter saying, "Oh gross, poop!" and Tate was saying "Yuck!" and poking something on the floor with his sword. After some investigation we found it was Callie's poop! Three spots of it on the floor going into her room! We were both very perplexed b/c she didn't have ANY on her outfit. Then I happened to look down at my capris and they were COVERED with poop! It was on my shirt and all over the capris. I checked on her dresser b/c I was leaned against that and sure enough it was covered in poop as well! Brent and I were so confused, but we think that when I checked her to see if she was poopy it somehow came out the back of her diaper, missing her outfit entirely and landing on me and then on the floor. Brent, being the super carpet cleaning guy, just hooked up his hoses to his van and cleaned it all up(along with a couple juice stains). It pays to be married to a handy man like that!

We were all playing around later and Brent did something to me(I don't remember what) and I whispered in Hunter's ear to go pinch daddy's nose(he was holding Callie). So Hunter went and tried to pinch his nose, but Brent stopped him immediately. About five minutes went by and Hunter approached Brent with a toy and handed it to Callie telling him it was for her. He then pinched Brent on the nose, totally catching him off guard! What a little trickster!! I can just see the wheels turning in Hunter's head coming up with that one.

The van has been in the shop since Monday morning and we are anticipating getting it back today. Its been a LONG three days knowing I can't go anywhere, but my friend came over yesterday and we went to the park here in town. I was nursing Callie when Hunter had to go potty, so he went over by a tree and started going. It was, however, very VERY windy yesterday and as he was done going potty I noticed he was crying. The poor guy got pee all over himself from the wind blowing it back at him! Moral of the story, Don't pee in the wind!

I feel like I've become a full time referee with the boys. They've been picking on each other and fighting like crazy. It's kind of exhausting. I had Hunter taking a break on the couch this morning and allowed him to get off, only to have him not two minutes later push Tate down and into one of the doorways. Tate got up and his face was covered in blood. Covered. I am not good at handling situations like this. I can't stand seeing blood on my babies and they better never break a bone b/c I'll faint for sure. Anyway, I wiped his face several times before I saw where the cut was, b/c it was bleeding so heavily. He cut open his eyebrow and got a fat upper lip. I had been planning on going to a friend's house this morning who also happens to be a nurse, so she came over to check on him to see if he'd need stitches, but she thought he'd be OK. He was laying around on the couch after that looking sleepy, so that's why I'm on concussion patrol. That poor kid. He has hit his head more times than I have in my whole life probably. He's sporting a Nemo band aid/eye patch for now.

Never a dull moment I say.