Advice Needed

OK, so I found out yesterday that I do indeed have a fracture in my foot. I found out today that I get to have surgery...on New Year's Eve. Happy flippin' New Year's.

I will then be on the road to recovery for about 3 months. So, my question is this...how am I not going to gain weight? I will not be able to continue my 4 days/week walking regimen until I'm healed, so what can I do? I need something that does not bear any weight on my foot. Any suggestions?

I returned my Danskos. I told the fellow that I sprained my right ankle wearing them and then I broke my left foot wearing them. I told him I never wanted to see the shoes again in my life. I got my full refund.

Now we need to contact the city to see about filling the hole in the street in front of our house.

I'm having a hard time being jolly right now. I'm not really a Grinch, more just lacking excitement and energy to make this the most wonderful time of the year.

The Hustle and Bustle of the Season...

has come to a screeching halt. I'm actually a little pissed about it and haven't found the humor yet. But a couple of people who will remain anonymous think this is perfect blog material. I did this yesterday:



I stepped into a hole in the street in front of our house and went down. I've torn ligaments and tendons in my left foot and cannot walk. The x-ray did not show any fractures or breaks, but it is so swollen, that the doctor said we will know for sure if anything is broken in the next few days once the swelling goes down. I'm on crutches in addition to the fashionable black boot, and I'm bitter. I hate being clumsy. I have three busy boys to take care of, and a holiday season to stay on top of. Still haven't found any humor in this. I'm off to go ice.

The Ni-Ni has been tagged

Next to his binkie, Drew's favorite possession is his Ni-Ni(s). He has five, but he especially is fond of two in particular. They are the yellow ones. The blue ones just don't measure up. Ni-Ni makes naps, evening bedtime, and sad moments tolerable. I used to have the rule that Ni-Ni could not leave the house. But Ni-Ni really keeps Drew calm, so Ni-Ni pretty much comes everywhere with us, it (or they) just usually waits for us in the car.

I needed to move Ni-Ni off the kitchen counter this morning to make breakfast. (This is another Drew-ism. When Ni-Ni is not being held in Drew's loving hands, he usually "hucks" it up onto the kitchen counter to ...keep it safe? Keep it away from his brothers? Henry? Not sure. One time the blue Ni-Ni was thrown onto the stove top for safe keeping and started to catch fire. That one is now singed and rarely cuddled with.) Anyways, when I picked up Ni-Ni to move it off the counter today, this is what I discovered:



The graffiti artist in this case is Thomas. While the sentiment is nice...why couldn't he use PAPER? And too bad he made a mistake. Thomas claims Drew "forced" him to do it. I thought graffiti artists were proud of their tags.

We'll have to see if it comes out in the wash.

Sayonara Mountain Ash

We said goodbye to this tree this week. It was the largest and oldest tree on our property- 30-40 years old, according to the tree guy- so, not so old by tree standards. I really liked it when we first bought the house, but have since become not so fond of it. It was messy: dropping leaves, berries, pollen, twigs each year. The berries made Henry AND Shelby OH SO SICK one night, but I'll omit that story so I don't have to re-live it. The tree died this past summer, so we bid it adios. The neighbors loved the firewood it produced. The boys are excited to have more space in the backyard. I think I want to plant a new tree, but I may be outvoted on that one.

Sunday Sleepwalker

The past two Sundays, Thomas has sleepwalked. He never fails to keep us on our toes! Both times it occurred between 9-10 pm while Scott and I were watching Desperate Housewives. He is silent, disoriented, and has a hollow look in his eyes. It is really strange. The first time, he safely maneuvered down two flights of stairs, climbed up onto the couch, then onto my lap, and continued sleeping. Last night Scott heard some noises, went up to our main floor, and found him walking around. I did some research and found out that sleepwalking occurs more often in boys, and often the onset is around age 5 or 6. It can be caused by fatigue, stress, or a genetic component. I have since been reminded that I used to sleepwalk. I'm sure everything is fine and he will outgrow it like I did.