They say things happen in threes.
First Pippi.
Then Dash.
Now Scout.
As I walked into his class to volunteer, the entire class was yelling at me to look in Scout’s mouth. When I did, I could not believe my eyes. His front left tooth was completely gone, and it wasn’t even loose. And there was a split from where his tooth was up to the gum line where it meets the lip.
It was NASTY! And when I saw it, 30 minutes after it had happened, it was still bleeding. Apparently, the “boys chase the girls game” got a little intense when Audrey thought she was going to get tagged, and turned around and kicked.
It was an innocent mistake, but it was a little odd that nobody at the school notified me.
But even weirder when Audrey’s mom was volunteering at the same time, and only said, “I heard my daughter kicked your son. Kids….”
Talk about clueless!
My only possible guess of why this was so understated was because Scout thought he was a stud!
He didn’t cry, and was basically boasting about the tooth fairy coming that night.
Until I saw his mouth, I was even poo pooing it.
Later that night, I texted a picture to Joe. I wanted to make sure that it would just heel properly. When he saw the picture, he said he was on his way, because it was probably fine, but needed to be looked at.
Good thing too, because there was a fragment of bone still in there that needed to be extracted.
So with some Max Strength OraGel and a pair of tweezers, Joe took care of business.
Poor Scout actually asked for some pain medication afterwards.
The next morning, the poor guy still had a fat lip, but was still in good spirits.
And although I was devastated that Christmas pictures are around the corner, and that my little boy ’s aging got sped up by a dumb girl…he sure is still handsome!
It is hard to believe that this little thing has only been here for one month.
So much has already happened in her tiny life.
But out of everything…her Mama’s favorite thing that has happened is that she sleeps through the night.
I swear it is partly because of the little cocoon I make her in the comfiest blanket.
There is a bit of inconsistency still, but four days out of the hospital, she slept from 12:00am until 6:30.
And last night, this girl slept from 11:00am until 6:30.
I have always had great sleepers, but I was wondering if this NICU-for-over-three-weeks baby would be on the eat-every-three-hours NICU schedule.
Apparently not.
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Happy Birthday to you, Pippi!
But an even happier birthday to me!
My mom was whisked away for her 75th birthday to the East Coast by Tristen.
So while she is away, I am trying to give her some great birthday presents from afar.
On the agenda is cleaning out the toy room, organizing my millions of kid’s books and the shelf that houses them, and this day…..being on time to church.
I try and try, but being prompt does not come naturally to me.
But this day, I sent this picture to her, that was time stamped well before the opening prayer.
And then we stopped at Micah’s parent’s house and got a bit sidetracked.
But you know what they say….what she doesn’t know, won’t kill her.
Pippi got to meet the greats on Saturday.
This is their fifth great grandchild.
And although I am sure they like each the same, I am sure there is a little soft spot for the latest and greatest that is all bundled up in pink and barely bigger than a UCLA football..
Over the summer, I had Scout and Navy write in a journal. They had to write three sentences and draw a picture on various subjects I would give them. One day, I gave them the subject “Bella”, and Navy recently showed Tristen what she had written. (Bella let’s Navy play mother to her, and she is the daughter.) Tristen was dying over it and snapped these photos.
It is hard to read, but I’ll transcribe…
“Bella, you are my daughter. I know you are so good because you are the spirit and love of my heart. I know…”
“…you are in love with me and you do good prayers every night. I love you.”
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She dictated this to me, and I wrote it lightly for her to trace over.
I had forgotten about how darling it was, and am glad Tristen brought this one out of the archives.
The Brockbanks always have some sort of crazy pets. They have had lizards, snakes, birds, turtles, bunnies and a dog. (Disclaimer: I have surprised them with two of those!) That being said, they have hit an all time low! They are currently the owners of a millipede and a tarantula! NASTY! In Megan’s defense, they bought them both off of Craig’s List when Megan was on a vacation, with the “spending money” she left. I think Megan was horrified, but being a good sport, she allowed them to keep the pets as long as they lived in the tree house.
So the other day as we introduced Pippi to the cousins, Cade went out with my other kids.
Dash ran back in saying “Creepy….creepy”, but we weren’t sure what he was referring to.
And then I saw the pictures.
Of my fearless girl holding the tarantula first.
And then my cautious boy taking his turn.
I think Dash got it right.
CREEPY!
Our three little paratroopers had a blast this Halloween. After our usual stops, we headed over to the Tacky’s, and had a little food and fun just before dark. Then it was time to take off for the real fun. This year, Scout and Navy went out on their own. They both had groups of kids their same gender and age to head out with, and I would catch them every once in a while as they ran from house to house.
But the most fun this year was seeing Dash in action.
This boy had it down to a science!
He charmed everyone and had his saying all right.
At first I would head to the doors with him, but then he took some solo missions which melted everyone!
He would walk slowly, and then say, “Twick or Tweet”.
After getting double the amount of candy because they loved him, he would say, “Tee Too” then turn around and say “Happy HOW….WEEN!” as he headed down the walkway and to the next house.
It was honestly the cutest thing you have ever seen.
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When we all congregated again, Scout was beyond excited about his massive quantity of candy.
When I asked how much he had already eaten, he said in the don’t-you-know tone, “None.”
The apple fell far on this one.
And when I asked Navy how it was, she loved it.
But a little birdie (AKA a mother with the group) said, “That girl is a character!”
I already know this, but I asked why?
And she told me that at every single house, Navy would fake throw up or fake cry until the house owner asked her if she was alright.
When they did, she got a huge smile across her face and said, “I’m just tricking!”
She literally caught everyone in her little spun web of whatever you want to call it!
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The kids spent the night going through their candy and sorting it, and I spent the night picking out all of the good stuff.
Meanwhile, Pippi stayed at home with the Nonster and B.
I was sad to leave her behind, because she was going to be the baby that came down from the sky in a basket and a parachute…right alongside the three others.
But even I thought that four days out of the hospital and barely 5 lbs was pushing it.
Navy’s school had a series of crazy days this week.
You know I am a sucker for anything dress-up, so I was as excited as she was.
But unfortunately, as we drove into school on Tuesday, and saw a bunch of kids dressed up, I realized that we both had forgotten.
Good thing it was Superhero/Princess Day.
Cause we were just two Sharpies away from my little girl turning into Super Navy!
This girl is definitely my daughter.
She was more excited about Super Navy than any old princess!
We really made up for the previous day on Wacky Wednesday!
Most kids had different colored socks, or their shirt on backwards.
Not us!
Several people thought she looked like a character out of a Seuss book.
You mean….Wacky?!
Her final day was Cowgirl/Cowboy Day.
I was lamenting to her that we didn’t have anything cowgirl, when she exclaimed, “YES we do Mama! I have my cow outfit, and I am a girl!”
Why yes we do!
So with her cow outfit on, and some bows on the cow’s ears….this girl was one heck of a cowgirl!
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Navy, you nailed it this week!
Thank goodness my mom joined in on our Carruthy visit.
She is always a chamo at entertaining with things like Simon Says.
The oldest three were there for Flu Nose Spray.
And Pippi was there to get a check up.
She checked out pretty good to the naked eye.
Her weight coming home was 5 lbs even, and today she weighed in at 5 lbs. 5 oz.
But Sweet Thing needed a heel prick to check her hemoglobin.
She came home from the NICU with it at 8.2, and she was at a 10.5 today!
YAY!
So far so good.
The fear of going back into the hospital for another transfusion is off the tables for the moment.
Scout has to log into a computer program at school and for part of his homework that is really complicated. In an effort to speed the process up, his teacher assigned them to learn the log-in and password and that they would be tested on it. She made the test a boys vs. girls test, and they were all hyped up. Each test, she randomly picks a boy’s name and a girl’s name out to compete. Last week, Scout was picked to represent the boys. He clocked in at 1min.12sec. and beat the girls. But upon a closer look, he made the error of skipping a letter and got DQ’d. He was totally bummed and his teacher said he hung his head as he walked back to the seat while the girls celebrated.
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Fast forward to today. The test was on again. She picked out a random name again, and Scout was picked again to represent! This week, he clocked in at 42 seconds flat. It was a class record, he beat the girls and got it all correct!
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Keep in mind, I knew nothing of any of this, and was enlightened by his teacher.
When I asked him about this, he told me the story of last week to this week. You could tell he was so proud. And then I asked how he got so much faster. He told me, “Mom, I went home and practiced it a thousand times so I could beat everyone the next time.”
Good for him!
I am one proud mama!
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