Coordination

Coordination...that is a word my family doesn't have to seem much of. Colton knows how little of this he has, especially since he has broken four bones in fours years. The fact that I have fallen off a treadmill, got whiplash skiing and still have a bruise six weeks later from rolling out of my bed and pinning myself between my own body weight and the foot board screams that I have none either. Dawson is still questionable, but I always thought my hubby had it. He is agile, he is good at sports, fast, made it through the fire academy. Except for the fact that his body is feeling the effects of growing older, I thought he was fine. Thought being the key word.

Sunday morning I ran out to get the end of the school supplies. Not even twenty minutes into my trip I get the call, "I think my foot is broken." Okay... He goes on to tell me that while WALKING he caught his little toe on the wall and heard a crack. Now we have all stubbed a toe, so at this point my sympathy meter is running pretty low. So, I finish my errands and come home.

When I get home, I look at his foot, and I will admit it looked a little swollen and was starting to bruise, but I still could not imagine it was broken. He walked into a wall for criminey sakes. Since we already had the day planned and I am married to such an amazing guy, he said he would put off going to get x-rays and we could play out the day. Oh, I forgot to mention, our day was to take the light rail to the Diamondbacks game, walk a whole bunch and be gone for a number of hours.

So, with pain meds on board, we headed out. He hobbled on to the light rail, hobbled in to the stadium and to the seats. We watched the game, the boys had fun, the foot continued to swell. By the time we left, it looked pretty bad. Now he wasn't hobbling so much as hopping of the good foot, gripping his fists and swearing under his breath.

When we got to urgent care for x-rays, we didn't have to wait for them to be read. There, clear as day, was a break at the base of the toe inside the foot and another small fracture further up the toe. The docs at urgent care didn't know much about this so today we went to an orthopedic podiatrist. It turns out he is 1mm away from surgery. His toes are buddy wrapped, he has a boot and crutches and is off work for a minimum of six weeks.

So, there it is, my hubby isn't coordinated. I figure anyone who can say they broke their foot walking through their hall and turning too sharp into the kitchen does not get to claim coordination any more. But I still love him and think he is pretty amazing!

Mom, Is this KLOVE?

Tonight I took the boys to Toys R Us to spend their birthday money. It always amazes me that when we enter a store and I am the one buying something, they just pick the first piece of junk that they see, but when they are holding the money, we spend forever looking for the perfect item. So after almost an hour, we went to Boston Market to grab dinner and were headed home.

I listen to almost every kind of music. God blessed me with remembering every lyric to every song I have ever heard, however, he forgot to give me the voice to sing them with. In the car though, the programmed stations are Air 1, KLOVE (both Christian,) KNIX, KMLE (both country,) and MIX 96.9 (80's, 90's and today.) I usually try to make sure if I am listening to a secular station that the DJ's aren't going on about some topic I would prefer not to continue with my children, but never thought too much about the music because I thought those stations were pretty safe.

So as we are driving, Trace Adkin's "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" come on. Here are some of the lyrics:
That honky tonk badonkadonk.
Keeping perfect rhythm, makes you want to sway along.
Got it going on like Donkey Kong.
Ew we, shut my mouth, slap your grandma.
There outta be a law, get a sheriff on the phone.
Lord have mercy, how's she even get those britches on.

Since I have heard this song 100 times, I was obviously oblivious to the lyrics as I was singing along. When I finished the chorus for the second time, this was my conversation with Colton:
Colton: "Mom, is this KLOVE?"
Me: "Um, no, why?"
Colton: "Oh, I didn't think so. I heard the song mention the Lord a couple of times, but then it talked about slapping you grandma. I didn't think that was very Jesus like."

I started to laugh so hard, I had tears streaming down my face and almost peed my pants. I was completely busted by my eight year old. What they see and hear that we have tuned out is crazy to me. I guess KLOVE will be on in the car for a while....

How has it been 8 years?!?

Today is my oldest baby's birthday! How in the world he is 8 I will never figure out! He is half way to driving...In another year he is half way to possibly leaving the house. This is all very crazy.

When James and I got married, kids were never a question. The question was when. Since we had dated 3 1/2 years before getting married, we had done a LOT. We took seven vacations the year we got married for criminey sakes. When we got married, his mom was 65 years old. Although she had four children, James was the first to get married and she had no grand kids. Let me just tell you that if my boys do that to me, I will kill them. I want grand kids! So, with that as a factor, we decided sooner than later to have kids.

It took a little time, some "egg timers" as James called them and tears, but once I was pregnant it was smooth sailing. No morning sickness, no soreness, no nothing. If it wasn't for sleeping all day, I would have thought the doctor lied. I still remember his first kick, the excitement at his birth and how scared I was to take him home.

He is passionate. He is sensitive. He is funny. He loves so fully. He is politically correct. He loves to read. He hates peanut butter. He wants to play football or basketball all the time. He is my first baby. He has a special place in my heart. I am so proud to watch him grow and see who he becomes. Happy Birthday Bubba!

Happy 4th of July

Today is the day every year, along with Memorial Day and Veteran's Day, that I really sit back and think about how lucky I am to live in America. There are so many things we take for granted each and every day: the ability to speak what and when we want, to have food to eat, a shelter that is bigger than 8'x8', to be able to go to church, to have our kids in school, to sleep at night without fear, and the list goes on. I am always in awe of military personnel and their families because I cannot imagine watching my two boys grow up and tell me they wanted to risk it all for people they don't know. I am so grateful for every individual that does do that and for every parent or spouse that supports them with pride. We are so blessed!!!

On a funny note...last night we went to see the fireworks. We always go on the 3rd and love it. This year turned out to probably be the best. It had stormed about 5pm and I was really nervous they would call them off, but the storm passed through which left it about 85 degrees which was amazing considering last year was over 100. We got pizza and ice cream, played football in the grass, took pictures, just had some good old fashioned family time. Then I realized what Dawson was wearing. Him and Colton have the exact same pair of crocs so I always tell them to look at the size. Well, in a hurry, Dawson must have just put on the first two shoes he saw because when I looked down he was wearing two left shoes, one a size and a half bigger than the other. All I could do was laugh. That is truly my Dawson.