Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Toe

Poor Jenna....not known for her grace! On Tuesday night, sitting at the kitchen bar, she reached for a toy way too far away, and tipped the chair, and herself. The chair fell on her pinky toe, smashing it on the tile.
I took her to urgent care yesterday for an x-ray, and the pinky toe is broken. That's actually the good news, b/c we just tape it for a few weeks, and she can swim, bathe, etc.
Then the doc says, "Normally I wouldn't see an ortho for a broken toe, but it's twisted out just a little, so you might want to see one, b/c sometimes the have to pin these."
Pin the pinky toe on a 7 year old?!?!? Are you kidding?
Here's the best part: Exactly 2 weeks ago today, I saw my ortho for the last time and said, "It's been great...may we never meet again!"
As it turns out, he doesn't accept my health insurance, so we can't go there...may not go at all...am I a bad parent for that?

Monday, July 6, 2009

Fourth of July

We were very lucky to have lots of fireworks this weekend! On Friday, we went to the Curry's and set off a few in the backyard.

On Saturday, we went out to a friends farm, and saw the small town parade on the way. At the farm we ate yummy, homegrown burgers, and did some swimming. All the adult (and I use that term loosely) males were doing flips off the diving board, and Aaron was not about to be outdone:






Thankfully, no one needed a medic.






Wyatt discovered all the tractors, and like any male named "Wyatt" he drove all 5 of them:







We all went home for long, yummy naps, and then a HUGE storm rolled in. The night cooled off, and we went to watch fireworks, but they had been postponed to Sunday. So we found a vacant lot in the middle of Moore, and watched all the neighborhoods around shoot them off. We had no idea you could buy this sort of stuff at the Fireworks stand! I guess the cops gave up, b/c we saw them just drive past people shooting them off in the streets.



The kids poked their heads out the sun roof to watch all around, and Wyatt said, "This is the best family fun night ever!"



So, on Sunday we packed up for fireworks again, and watched them in Norman. We were treated to 3 other shows on the way home, not including the "Redneck Specials" along the way.



Friday, July 3, 2009

Family Ties

My Grandpa (Papa Gene) and my Aunt Trina stopped by this week on their cross country trek from California to Alabama, to see family.

They stopped by our house for the night, and even though my kids didn't remember them, they were so excited, they jumped all over them to say hi. Wyatt nearly tackled my poor grandpa!.

I told Wyatt he could sleep in my room b/c Papa Gene would be in his room. Wyatt said he'd just sleep with Papa Gene, but I told him Papa Gene snores too loudly.

He had been here about 10 minutes when I heard Wyatt say, "Come on and see my room, Papa Gene. Hey, how loud can you snore? I bet I can snore really loud, too!"
I have another photo with Trina in it, but she's still in her jammies and will never speak to me again if I post it for all the world to see....

Let's Go, Let's Go, Let's RODEO!

Saturday night, we went to a rodeo with the kids. They asked, "What's a rodeo?" and I said, "Don't tell Grandpa you asked me that...."

We were a little early for the rodeo, so we ate at Jake's Ribs (whatever image you have in your head right now is probably correct..), then went to the park. Jenna took this photo:



They rode a horse, chased calves in the arena, and contemplated whether or not Wyatt is ready for Mutton Busting. (Wyatt and I think yes...Aaron was shocked that I would let Wyatt do something dangerous, for once. I told him falling off a sheep in a dirt arena is not dangerous....)





Aaron was a complete Tour-On (that's a combo between a tourist and a moron...) and videoed every moment, included the bareback riding event.
As we were leaving, Wyatt said, "Dad, when we get home, can we play bucking bull and you be the bull?" Ahhhh, a new sport for Aaron.

Postlude: On Sunday morning while I was out running, a game of Bucking Bull did ensue in the living room. Guess who got hurt? Not the cowgirl or cowboy....the bull. But that's another post altogether.