Week 3

Maybe it is more like week 156 since that is just around 3 years of having a kid.
I gave birth to this beautiful, precious, angel of a baby girl. Baby girl, did you hear me Leighton?! You are a girl, not a boy. But ever since you turned mobile the hits {literally} keep coming. Now we have thrown a boy into a mix and not just any boy, but a "if it should be climbed, I will climb it and then jump off it" kind of boy.
I knew I should have gotten that PA-C {physician assistant} or at the very least RN, good thing I have a bit of medical background with my RD; because boy do I need it around here.

So perhaps I just never noticed how many scraps, boo boos, loss of blood and broken bones we had until these last 3 weeks when I have at least one child hurt and requiring a Dora band aide nearly every.single.day. or worse a cast.

Micah broke his arm on May 9th.



Then the next week Leighton dropped a brick on her leg and ripped it open nicely {no stitches thank goodness, but our dreams of being a leg model may be dashed. ;) }


You know every time the UPS truck comes by I hold my breath hoping my Mother of the Year Award will be here...

Now here we are this weekend with a little boy I am 80% sure has hand, foot and mouth disease...but at least he is cast free. {silver lining}

I can't be for certain because he is just now starting to run a low grade temp and act all sleepy, snuggly, lovey bear. And he isn't acting at all cranky, which for my son is completely unheard of even on a good day. He doesn't even scratch or pick at the little pimply things all over his legs and hands...so who knows. Everyone I have asked says the doc doesn't do anything anyway, so I would just rather wait it out until Tuesday and take him to our beloved PCP.

I wonder if MW will be "paid off" by the time he is 18...he really knows how to rake in the medical bills. :)

So here's hoping for one boo-boo free week?! Yeah, I didn't think so either.