Sunday, July 14, 2013


We are in the 2's full force right now. If we all make it to 3 in one piece it will be a miracle. I remember 1 being hard with Cade. I also remember disliking 3. It was my least favorite age with Cade. There was crying and screaming almost every night. I don't remember 2 being all that bad with him.  Two with Camryn is pretty bad. It is like Cade's 1 and 3 all rolled into one. 

We've gone round and round with her standing in the ottoman in our family room. Saturday morning I was on my hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor. I've been off work since the 4th and I wanted to get things cleaned and organized before Monday. Jay was outside doing chores and getting things ready for the upcoming fairs. I was wiping away on the floor when I heard a loud thud and then screaming. I just knew she had broke her collarbone. I got her up and was checking her out when Jay walked in. I've grown a lot in my ability to handle things like this...I calmly told Jay she more than likely broke something. She finally stopped crying and seemed to be soon ok. We got her dressed so she could run an errand with Jay. We were thinking we'd observe her for awhile. I went to grab her under her arms to move her off my lap and she started screaming. We knew we had to take her to urgent care. 

I hadn't showered yet and was wearing a tank top and workout pants I'd cut into shorts years ago. You can tell the colors of our walls by looking at them. I told Jay I needed to get ready. While I was getting ready I asked him if he was going to take a shower. He looked at me like I was nuts. I told him we were not going to the doctor with a possible broken bone looking like trash!!!  So we made Camryn wait a few extra minutes while we tried to make sure we didn't look like we would abuse her.  Before you think we are terrible she could move the arm so we knew it wasn't broken. 

We got in and out pretty quickly. The doctor didn't think she had anything major broken since she could move her arm. He thought it was more of a bruise or a possible cracked rib. He didn't think we needed to X-ray it at that time. If she did have a cracked rib there was nothing that could be done anyway. Putting her (and us) through the stress of an x-ray wasn't worth it. 

Yesterday afternoon was pretty pitiful. She wanted to be held but it was hard finding a comfortable position. She cried a lot. She was crying and wanted crackers. She was so pitiful and said, with big huge tears "I can use my other hand."  

This morning she didn't cry as much but she was bossy!!  She laid on the couch most of the morning and dictated to me what TV show she wanted. I was also switching out bottles of apple juice and milk. We had gotten her pretty close to giving up the bottle and then this happened. I think it is part of her evil plan to keep it. 

When she decided to get up I had to help her. She can't get herself up from a sitting position. That's when she cries and says her arm hurts. This afternoon she got a little more active. 

This evening she is closer to herself, minus the fact she can't get herself up still. I was involved in something in the kitchen and she ran in and emptied out the silverware drawer. It didn't register with me for a few minutes. I walked into our family room and found tablespoons and forks all over the place. I thought it would be selfish for me to have all the fun. I just left them until Jay came in. It's not every day your family room is covered in silverware. 

We've also cleaned up numerous apple juice and milk spills...that were on purpose!!  I think she knew we wouldn't spank her since she was injured. Jay got on to her for the milk spill and it was
hard not to laugh. That girl is going to gray our hair!!!!

Only 11 more months of this right???  Oh and age eleven has not been pleasant either. It is a barrel of fun around our house right now. We've got one thinking he is 20 and another makes messes 5 times faster than I can clean them up. But at least I got some sweet hugs and kisses from Camryn while I was picking up the TV and satellite to wipe the apple juice up. Oh that girl knows how to work it. 

And I didn't even touch on the display of independence that has developed over the last few weeks...

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