Stitches and Glue

My son, you are a brave and strong little boy.  Here is how I know.

While playing in the cul de sac with the neighbors', Mr. Manny and Mrs. JoAnn, grandsons you were scootering along happy as could be.  When you went to scoot up the driveway, you hit the bump where the surfaces change and went forward a bit as your scooter came back on you.  As you turned to run to me, I realized it hurt more than it looked then noticed a thick stream of blood.  Uh oh.  Thankfully, there were helping hands around and I realized once again and all the more how we have hit the neighbor jackpot.  I made a few calls and the given the time of day and your young age, off to the emergency room we went.  A couple of stitches later we were on our way.  I saw God's grace all over. There was no waiting and everyone was so kind.  Your daddy met is there. You were so calm and brave and followed instructions so well. You impressed everyone with how still you were.  I am so proud of you and blessed to be your Mama.

The very next day we were off to the airport.  You were a great traveller and enjoyed the short flight up to L.A. 

As we went to board our flight to XNA, you tripped.  We quickly realized the gash on your chin needed some attention.  People offered tissues, sought ice, and alerted medical personnel.  The airport staff were quick to care for us and accommodate.  You were so calm and trusted your Dad and me so well. Again, it was all God's grace.

The decision was made for you and your Dad to head off to the hospital while your sleeping sister and I caught the flight.  I was so sad to leave you.  When we landed in Arkansas, I saw a stream of photos from your adventure.

A ride in an ambulance. 

Happy.

Glue this time.

A taxi ride that you might never remember.

Dinner and a night in a hotel provided by the airport.  They also put you two on a flight to me.  Hurry up and get here.

I hope you have some memories of this, but I hope you mostly recall God's steadfast love and faithfulness to us.  And, no more trips to the emergency room, ok?

Three

Some favorite things:

Color-blue

Food-you said, "begetables and pizza". I say it's Mac n cheese and any kind of pasta plus anything sugary sweet.

Toy-trucks

Book-Bang Boom Roar A Busy Crew of Dinosaurs and Big Joe's Trailer Truck

Bible story-The one about Naaman.(this is a daily request from the Jesus Story Bible.)

You are sweet and cuddly and funny!  You sing all day long.  Songs you have learned and songs you have made up are a regular sound that fills our home.  You have started humming actual tunes.  You are a delightful child.  

Some cute things said lately:

You use pronouns really well but have recently been flipping her and she.  I think it's cute so I'm not yet correcting it...i.e. You will say, I want she to come with me or her went to sleep.  Also, I'll tell you, "All of my life I've wanted a little boy just like you." You excitedly say, "What was his name?!" ;)

This was taken on your birthday.  Sweet boy!  You play hard and sack out!

Truck on over...our boy is THREE!

We enjoyed celebrating our three year old in our very own backyard!  Your cousins, grandparents, friends, great aunts, and neighbors new and old joined us to celebrate. Reminders abound of God's steadfast love and faithfulness to us.

The scene:

A pic from every month since September 2012 on display:

 Waiting for the races:

Generous friends:

 

The races:  (Your Daddy planned out truck races for you and your friends, then made these great trucks from leftover moving boxes.  A highlight of the party, for sure!  And, he's never even been on Pinterest! ;))

The treat:  (You asked for brown cupcakes and brown icing.  It's true, the apple does not fall far from the tree. ;))

Happy Birthday to You, Sweet Boy!

The candles went our on their own...

Re-light, thanks Pops!

Now, make a wish and blow them out!

Then, enjoy.

Looks like she enjoyed hers...

And, so did he. ;)

P.S.:  (Your baby sis had a grand time, too.)

Guests:

Mrs. B, Mrs. K, Mrs. C, and Noni

Der-Bear and his daddy

E

Cuzins

Great Aunt Nancy, mama, Kelly, and Noni

11 months

Time is still flying.  Baby girl is still sweet as sugar. :)  The monthly photo is increasingly difficult to shoot since the winning combination of looking+smiling+bow in hair+sign in correct position+not falling of the couch is few and far between.

At eleven months, our girl is cutting all four of her front, top teeth.  She signs variations of more, please and all done.  She gives open mouth, slobbery sugars on command. She waves hi and bye bye.  Throws her arms up when told to do so or to call the Hogs. She jabbers and chatters and loves when her big bro jabbers and chatters back.  Then they both break out into giggles.  I'm convinced they are really having a conversation, knowing exactly what the other is saying, conspiring against me.  ;)