From Baby to Big Boy

Since when do OUR children decide that they are NOT our babies anymore but Big Boys. I can't even say when he is upset, " I'm sorry, Baby." I get corrected immediately! It saddens me to see my Baby get so Big. After months of asking to go to school, we would just blow it off and say, next year you can go. Well, our reasoning was just not good enough for him and then we changed our tactic to Mommy teaches you two days a week. That was acceptable for about a month and now we hear the response of without my mommy but with my friends. How can we not let our social butterfly spread his wings? It is easy, in my eyes he is still my "baby" but to him he is a "Big Boy." After much prayer and emotional detoxing with chocolate we decided to let OUR "baby" go to school one day a week to be a "Big Boy." His first day is Wednesday. I'll let all know how it goes.

Surprisingly I didn't freak

Christmas was filled with so much fun, excitement, and surprises including a trip to the emergency room. We are such good parents that we got our kids a trampoline so they can improve their "motor skills." Well, after opening presents and jumping for hours it was time to do Birthday. We sang and had cake (last year at Zane's party I forgot to sing to my own kid). It was getting dark and they wanted to go jump again so who was I to stop them! Oh, the mother.....then I realized that we forgot to do his Birthday presents. As I called for The Boys to come in Zane came in whimpering very unusual for the kid who has the highest pain tolerance that I know. Lance and I felt so uneasy about it and realized after Zane did not do back flips over his new bike for his birthday than something must be wrong. We gathered up and left our house with a ton of people and headed off to the ER. No doctors offices were open b/c well I guess they take vacations on Christmas! After hours and hours we left with a splint and were told to follow up with a pediatric orthopedic in a week.

Day after Christmas and Zane's birthday.....I hated seeing my "baby" sit around and look at all of his new toys but can't play with them. With a splint I had to carry and hold him constantly. Hard to do when they are potty trained (boy). I decided to defy the ER's instructions and call the ortho. I don't have much faith in ER doctors these days anyway another story). I got in that day and we left with an awesome camo cast that Zane was very proud of!!!