This is so fun!

I have been loving this stage with the boys lately.  I find myself saying, "this is so fun" a lot.  Sometimes I am being sarcastic and sometimes I probably sound like I'm trying to convince myself (which I might be from time to time) but mostly, it really is fun.

I think I never posted the story about Easton's broken arm.  Maybe because I still feel some guilt over it.  He had been riding his bike the day before and dad said he was getting pretty good at it and could do it by himself.  So the next day while I was loading Cal into the car, Easton wanted to ride his bike for a second.  So I put him on his bike and gave him a little push down the driveway.  Well, he couldn't stop and when he went off the driveway and into the road, the curb tipped the training wheels and he fell off one side of the bike and landed kind of in a push up.  He cried and cried for about a half hour, but we were in a hurry to go take pictures for my cousin and pretty much told him to get over it.  He did and played and played all night without mentioning it again.  In the middle of the night he kept waking up (mostly because he had a bad cough which we later determined was being worsened by asthma) and every time he woke up he would say his arm hurt.  I was kind of delirious and didn't think much of it until he woke up early in the morning with a 101 degree fever and shaking really bad.  Luckily Callan had a well check that morning so I decided to just ask the doctor about it then.  Callan kind of got the shaft because the whole appointment turned into Easton's.  It took up hours of the morning getting x-rays, waiting for results, getting albuterol breathing treatments, etc...  Anyway, it was broken.  A buckle fracture to the right radius.  He got a water proof cast for Hawaii and wore it for 3 and 1/2 weeks.

Thursday he got it off!  He was so brave.

It was pretty gross and scabbed underneath.  He's been going around telling people, "don't worry it's just dead skin." But it's already looking much better.

Friday was a weird day.  A really fun day, but it made me realize how much my Easton is growing up.  Callan has been really sick with a nasty cold and hasn't been sleeping well.  Friday morning I put him down for an early morning nap and Easton and I went outside to shovel the snow.  Easton saw his friend Ben across the street, looked both ways, and walked right over there to play with him instead.  I was glad Ben could play because Easton had been wanting to play with him lately, but it hit me that he would much rather play with his friends than me!  He frequently tells me to just go away or leave him alone.  Sad!  I walked over there too and Lindsey and I tried our best to make a snowman, but every time we made a big ball they fell apart!  I guess that's just the way the snow is in March.

Easton stayed at Ben's for a while and they brought him home.  We had some hot chocolate with heart shaped frozen cool whip.

We waited for Cal to wake up, ate lunch, and went to Ikea.  I needed to grab a few things for some Pinterest projects (all those things were sold out because of all the Pinterest insanity) and I was going to have Easton choose a toy for his friend Gavin's birthday party.  On the way there he informed me that he didn't want to be the "picker" and that I could pick the toy out this time.  I knew where this was going.  Every time we go to Ikea he begs me to leave him at the daycare there.  Freaks me out to leave him with people I don't even know (I wanted to ask them if they did a background check or anything - but I didn't:).  After lots and lots of begging I decided to let him stay this time.  He had a blast.  And I can't say I didn't enjoy a little time to myself (and Cal) shopping.

We went home and had naps and I woke him up to go to his first birthday party.  So grown up.

I was so excited to pick him up from the party.  It was just weird, I felt like I hadn't seen him all day.  He played at Ben's, then at the daycare, then at the party...one of these days he's going to be at school!  It's just a weird feeling.  

While Easton was at the party, Cal had a 102 degree fever so I made him an appointment.  We picked Easton up and went home and had dinner and took Callan to an after hours doctor where I finally heard the words, "His left ear looks awful."  I've waited over three years for one of my kids to have an ear infection.  Whether he was just a lazy tired doctor trying to get me out of there I'll never know, but I'll tell you I liked that answer a lot more than the one I usually get - "Oh it's probably just a tooth.  Good luck!"

Callan is doing much better since he started the antibiotic.  Here's to another fun week!