Brotherly Love

This is going to be quick because it's late and I'm tired. Today Tanner stood on a chair and it fell with him on it, smashing his finger. Pretty sure it's broken, spoke to our good friend who's an orthopedist who said he will be ok, we'll see him on Monday, call him if it gets worse. The real story here is how his brothers reacted. Cade was at Vacation Bible School, and Tristan was here. Tristan showed a side we rarely see. He kept bringing bandaids, food, toys, etc to Tanner as he screamed hysterically. Tristan would pat him and say, "It's ok, Boo-boo" and his big blue eyes looked so sad at the sight of his brother in pain. When we picked up Cade and told him about it, he dropped everything to look at Tanner's hand and ask him if he was ok and was just so sweet and solicitous of his baby brother. See, the moral of the story here is that there is hope. Hope that one day, they will be best of friends. I need to re-read this entry on a day that they have done nothing but scream, fight, and name-call all the live long day. Umm, that will be tomorrow, I fear.

Wishful Thinking

OK, it's just sad and depressing when your own child tells you the house is too messy. We moved in about a month and a half ago and there are still boxes and crap EVERYWHERE. Ugh. And I'm not a great housekeeper. I need a maid. Seriously, if I win the lottery, I am SO getting a housekeeper.

I suck

I know, I am sucking lately at blogging. But hey, I have good excuses. My husband is working in Montana, we moved, I got strep throat, a raging sinus infection, threw my back out, got an abscess in a tooth that required emergency oral surgery (and let me tell you, every Mom should have some percoset on hand. Good Lord!). And all of that since about mid-May. Not to mention dealing with the hellions, ahem, I mean, BOYS by myself. So. More to come soon.