Life on our corner

Reuben is a climber.  I have been trying to eliminate the things that he has been using as stepping stools lately, but I lost the battle.  Last night I was going to run out for an hour of mommy time.  On my way out the door I started to say, "Jordan!  You've got one on the counter again!" Mid sentence I saw him fall.  I think I screamed louder than he did.  I got Reuben some ibuprofen, and he pretty much sat for the rest of night.  This morning he just wasn't himself.  He was touchy, not as active and kept his right arm very close to his body.  Since he slept through the night and didn't appear to be in constant pain I figured he had a bad sprain something minor, but I knew I should take him in.  Jordan agreed and had to go with since I can't really do x-rays in my condition.  The verdict: Reuben broke both bones in his right arm at his wrist.  They can't do a cast today because of the swelling so he has a splint.  The doctor is pleasantly surprised with

I am all sentimental lately...the season, the hormones, the exhaustion...a combo probably.  My body hurts, and I want the next six weeks to go by.  I also want to meet the new little personality that God thought our family would not be complete without!  Then I look at the three little ones that are in front of me and I think life is pretty great, and I am not ready for a change yet!  I cry when I think of the adjustment Reuben has ahead of him.  (I told Jordan I wanted to have this baby at home so that I didn't have to leave him.  Jordan didn't acknowledge this suggestion with a reply.)  Audrey was talking about Christmas decorations the other day.  I cried again, and I am not sure why.  There are days when sitting in a hospital bed watching Christmas movies while people bring me food sounds like heaven.  Then I think about watching "It's a Wonderful Life" from a hospital and I know I would be a complete mess before I get to the telegram from Sam Wainwright!  I

I ran out of make up.  I had powder and that was it for two weeks.  My sister and husband said that they didn't notice which makes me wonder if I go through the entire ritual for my self (and Audrey who notices if I change my socks!)  The other night Jordan needed something at the mall so I thought this is my chance.  I sat at the make up counter and asked to get hooked up with some color.  The lady there helped me pick out some eye shadow.  Pleased with her recommendation I said it was time to move on to my cheeks.  She started then paused and asked "Can we first wipe the BBQ sauce off your nose?"