Sunday, October 26, 2008
So, I broke my arm in two places during our "Let's Relax" vacation.
There is a story, but that is not important right now.
What IS important is the fact that - my arm is broken.
Awesome pink cast.
Not awesome lack of finger movement.
Considering that I have 2- 2 year olds, this is not good at all. I remember an episode of one of the super-twins shows where "Kate" says that her biggest fear is being injured and not being able to take care of her family. I now understand that statement. I am so fortunate to have a husband who has embraced fatherhood and who can pick up where my duties fail me, a sister who comes over just to make sure that I can lift my girls out of their cribs and countless friends who offer help.
Gratefulness out of the way - this blows.
My current nemisis' are ziplock bags, sippy cups, the button on my jean capris and deoderant on my right underarm.
My coworkers are working on writing on my cast. I've told them that I will only accept haiku and limericks about broken arms. I've received quite a few so far... some are even rated "G".
Answers to questions: Sandia Peak, Yes it hurts, 6-8 weeks and Yes - it sucks.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
On the Tuesday before Ike, Brad and I found ourselves on the Kemah Boardwalk with the girls. We live so incredibly close, but we've never taken the girls there to run around.
It was a beautiful night. The boardwalk was almost empty.
Ana made her mosquito bite bleed and the wonderful girl at the Kemah Inn gave her a band-aid. So nice.
We went to the Candy Store to buy another Monkey (to replace Ana's precious Monkey should anything happen to him). No monkies that matched, but we managed to sort through all of the kitty stuffed animals.
I made a mental note to go back and get a kitty for Ana.
I ran to a store to check for another possible Monkey and when I came back, Brad was feeding the girls fudge. Big hit.
We watched a little girl play in the fountain.
We walked on the boardwalk and felt the evening breeze.
We watched a pelican eat a few fish.
The family had a great time. We vowed to try to make it down to the boardwalk every other Tuesday or so. Maybe every Tuesday? Sure!
Less than a week later the boardwalk is in shambles. (photo credit: Daniel Kramer)
So... if you're keeping score... I went to Galveston... 7 days later - GONE.
I went to Kemah... 4 days later - GONE.
I'm now in fear for Austin... we went there during the hurricane...
And by the way... I never made it to the store to buy that kitty for Ana...