Homecoming Parade!

This past Saturday we attended the Homecoming Parade. It is of course not something that I am completely enthused with but I love the people we go with and it is fun for Bear now that he is old enough to know what is going on. He had a blast watching for things coming down the street. He also got to have a sucker which made the whole ordeal much sweeter!



Bear's Paw paw is a die-hard fan so he has bought our son paraphernalia to represent this sportsmanship. I do have to say that Bear wears it well! After all it is a Bear mascot.

HAPPY TRUNK OR TREATING

Every year for Halloween we go to an event our church puts together called Trunk-or-Treat to share the love of Jesus as well as give parents in that neighborhood (kinda rough) a safe haven to take their children for a fun-filled night without the worry. Last year Bear was just two weeks old. This year was much more eventful. He was not dressed up as anything but he was cute! We took him a monkey to hold onto for the theme. I had actually ordered him a costume a couple months back but when we got it it was already too small and it was missing a button so I sent it back and just never replaced it. I am kind of glad I didn't seeing that it was so hot. We would have gotten him something that he would have been miserable in.


We, as a Life Group (a group (15 people or so) of faith-filled or "hungry"people basically in the same "zone" as you such as 20's zone, young adults zone, college... etc.... We meet every Wed night from 6P-8P) I think we are in the young families zone...) Anyway our Lifegroup was in charge of "decorating" a trunk and passing out candy from "our" vehicle. This year our LG theme was "It's a jungle out there... Got Jesus?" So we decorated our trunk like a jungle and hung signs, monkeys and bananas. It got a lot of comments... We were passing out candy from a picnic basket.


The cutest part of the whole theme were the monkey and the elephant infants we had. It of course was so warm here that everyone was miserable in there cozy outfits.

Oh well it was a great turn out and such fun to see all the costumes.

On another note... Bear finally got a new crib today. We ordered it and got it in today. He broke his other one. Well I can't say for sure if HE did it b/c it was a repeated hand me down so who knows where it originally came from. But he now has a habit of SHAKING everything he can stand up to so I thought he rattled the clip so much it broke. I was thankful for the year that it did serve us. Even longer actually. I am looking for a replacement part so it can be fixed. But for now we went ahead and ordered a new one b/c J's parents offered a while back to buy us a crib when we needed one and also we intend on having more than one baby before too long so we are going to be needing a second one. It is way cute.




Just ignore the unfinished painted room. It is still in the works. I have kinda hit a wall as to what color to do the bottom half (and the chair railing still has to go in). I bought khaki for the bottom but am thinking I am not going to like it. I was going to do it with khaki and red stripes at the bottom with blue accents in the room buuuuuuttt. I hate it when this happens to my brain. UGGGHHH. Hopefully I will get it done before he moves off to college! HA!

Hope you all had a wonderful, eventful night! Blessings!

insult to injury

sooooo I have been injured in battle. Sunday night I was in a club with an old dear friend of mine. She had to go to the restroom for a moment and I sat waiting at a table for her. When she came out there was a group of girls standing outside the door waiting to jump on her apparently. As soon as the fight broke out I jumped in and started fighting to my hearts content; I was landing punches left and right watching them fall like autumn leaves. Finally the fight was over and I left for home injured...

now for the good part. IT WAS ALL IN A STINKIN' DREAM... And yes I really did wake up with an injured wrist. Terrible right. I don't even have a fun, valid war story! It was a DREAM! So I made sure that J did not have a broken nose or bruises all over him. He checked out okay. On to our walls to make sure I did not get up and have it out with one of them.... nope! Hole-less. Clueless, I carried on my day with an injured, sore wrist. Not too bad but uncomfortable. So Tuesday comes and I go to the Chiropractor for an adjustment and ask him about my wrist (which is a lot more tender now). Again, I repeat my embarrassing war story (yeah, that dream one...) and then he proceeds to check my "tenderness" tolerance. The bones did not seem sore; it was more right under my thumb area. He told me to wait 3 days and then we could take an x-ray b/c if it were broken then we would not be able to see anything until it started healing in a couple days anyway.

Home we go. The pain at this point is getting untolerable. I go and get a wrist brace to help me not move the wrist (it is starting to swell and be unmovable now). I get the brace on and it is doing much of nothing really. I come home and make an appointment for my Dr. in the morning to be seen and get some pain relief and hopefully get a diagnosis.

On to the Dr. Wednesday. Again... humiliating war story re-told. I came out of there with a sprained wrist, some feel good prescriptions, and a rigid splint. I was feeling great. I stayed on top of the pain medicine like a mother hen. Every 4 hours was what it said and every 4 hours I was downing pain meds. At this point I could not move my hand without seering pain, nor any of my fingers. So as soon as the 4 hours was up I could start feeling a tinge of pain again and I could not bear to be in that pain. It also kind of created a barrier. I could not feel my pain after the medication so I could use my hand more and get things around the house done. I think I probably over did it but I cannot stay still or not do anything.

Today was much better I woke up with the splint on and didn't really feel much pain at all. I got up and was able to go back to taking Ibuprophen instead of the prescribed pain meds and my anti-inflamatory med prescribed. I have been able to do a lot more today. I even made hommade pizza dough (which requires kneading for 5-8 minutes)... I felt great. Every once in a while I will turn it the wrong way or put too much pressure on it and remember that I am still healing but oh how good it feels to be able to do things again. Especially pull your own pants up!

My sweet hubby was wonderful with Bear. He was getting him up and changed (hahaha he had some rank diapers during my break... hahaha.. I love my honey!) He was getting him dressed and fed. I of course had to not say anything about his clothes not matching or that he should have a bib on when he has breakfast in his jammies. I just stayed quiet and thankful that he was indeed taking initiative and caring for our son. Yay me. It was humiliating to say the least though... You really can't do much for yourself either when you are dealing with one hand... Yep I had to get help getting dressed and pulling up my pants after going to the restroom, I had to have help in everything... drying off after a shower. Terrible! I hate not being able to help myself. I have a new burden in my heart to pray for people with these PERMANANT issues.

So if you are wondering. I am better and I am doing things myself again and YES I DID WIN THE FIGHT!