First, the Good.
Jane pulled her once-a-month 5 a.m. wake-up call and so there we were, bottle gone, playing on the ground at 6 a.m. when Grammie came out with a headache.
While my mom played with Jane, she asked if I would switch the laundry for her. As I walk out of the room, Jane turns to me, points and clear as day announces "Mama."
Warm my heart. The girl can have anything she wants. Car. Pony. I don't care.
Next, the Bad.
For the sake of Christmas, I pulled out the storage boxes of Jane's bigger clothes we've been generously proffered as hand-me-downs.
Walking down the stairs with one of said boxes, I slipped. My foot slid to the side and behind me and I could feel myself falling forward. I released the box I was carrying and threw myself back in an attempt to save my unborn child (because that's the kind of mom I am). Then I let out an all-holy wail. Lane said he expected to see my femur sticking out when he came running up to me.
Luckily, the foot improves every day and I'm optimistic that it is a little sprain (despite the rounding crack heard upon fall).
Lastly, the Ugly (only in that the situation was ugly).
We attempted a Santa Claus visit again. At our church Christmas Party, Santa came to visit and we thought we would see if Jane could sit on his lap without her earth-shattering scream (obviously she gets that from me).
She never even made it to the lap. Here is a succession of photos Grandpa took (laughing) while Lane attempted to hand Jane off to a willing Santa:
8 comments:
Too cute! I was watching as you tried to get a picture. Avery and HUnter hated Santa until they were both threeish. Owen and Peyton have no problem with him. Funny how different kids are!
Those stairs are dangerous. Remember when I was carrying down wedding presents after our Palo Alto reception and I totally slid and the boxes came back and nearly choked me? Broke a rib that time. Yours sounds far worse, though, and it is for that reason that I indulge your complaint and genuinely say, "Poor little bunny."
P.S. Just as a reminder, you laughed heartily as I slid down the stairs . . .
My, how the tables turn.
I remember Kate. In fact, as I was reading your account, I started laughing again and I recalled my merciless laughing at your plight. How I tried to stop the laughter, but I couldn't. I just kept laughing. I don't think your husband was too thrilled for me. I can say, however, that despite the laughter, I was sincerely concerned for you.
P.S. It was the back staircase ... apparently all stairs in the Parents' home are dangerous. Lane even slipped the next morning on the same step where I slipped.
I love those pictures!
cute photos guys too bad about the foot / ankle whatever it might be. Hey rachael can you get Lane to call me, 209-785-4418
Why do we all desire a picture of our adorable children with Santa? We have some so similar with Lael (the one most vehemently opposed to the jolly guy) but it made us smile to see Jane following suit (no pun intended)
Looking forward to your visit. .. hoping she'll like us better.
Rach - your feet (and toes) have it in for you! Hope you are doing better. I have yet to attempt the Santa pictures. Maybe next year?
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