Ear Infections, Burns, and Stitches!

I know this sounds like it should be the title of a chapter out of a medical book or something, but sadly it was just the title of my day. It was a day from #@%*$!!! It all started out when we were hurring to get out the door to an early appointment for Traxton at the audiologist. He needed to get new ear molds made for his hearing aids, because he has outgrown the ones he wears now. As I was just finishing getting ready, Traxton crawled into the bathroom (yes, he is crawling now) and pulled the still hot curling iron off the counter onto him. It hit him on the head and landed next to him. Before I could grab him he put his arm onto it. I ran it under cold water for a few minutes, but it didn't look too bad so we left. Once we got to the audiologist's office I had him look inside Traxton's ears. He has had a really runny nose and been cranky, so I wanted to make sure they looked okay. Well, they didn't. Because they looked all red and infected, the audiologist didn't want to stick more stuff inside to make the molds. So, we left without ear molds but with an appointment to go see the pediatrician. By this time, Traxton's arm looks awful. The skin is peeled off and red everywhere. The pediatrican confirmed what we thought about him having an ear infection and gave us a cream for his arm and orders to bandage it up.

We had literely been home from the pharmacy no more than five minutes when Ashten and Treyson started running around. I'm sure it had nothing to due with the sugar they had inhaled from all the Dr's office candy. I'm not sure what happened, but the next thing I know Ashten is screaming and holding her head. Once I moved her hand away, I saw a big gapping hole above her eyebrow. It took every ounce of self control I had to not scream. I took my boys over to a neighbor's and headed to the hospital once again. Ten stitches later, we walked out. They had to put three stitches inside the wound and seven on top. She did really well and didn't fight the doctor or tech at all. As I drove home, I wanted to say "what now?", but I am at least smart enough to never say that. Things can always get worse. The bright thing about it all is that I'm hoping tomorrow will be an easier day.

Brotherly Love!

I am so grateful for the opportunity to be a mother and to have such good kids. Ever since Traxton was born, Ashten and Treyson have been the best older siblings. They have been so excited to learn sign language and they amaze me with the signs they can retain. They are always loving on him and are so willing to help. It is easy to see why he loves them so much in return. For some reason Traxton and Treyson have such an awesome bond. Traxton just adores his big brother. Maybe it is because Treyson is so loving and kind towards him. He takes the time to pay extra attention to his every need. Treyson loves to play with his farm animals and he welcomes Traxton's company. He will even search through his bag to find Traxton an animal without a "pokey" so that he can play and not poke himself on a sharp edge. The other morning I was getting ready and the boys were in their room playing when Treyson came running in saying that Traxton had spit up. Before I had time to turn around he had climbed onto my bed and had grabbed the spit rag. He then bounced onto his bum and onto the floor while yelling "I'm coming bud"! He ran in and cleaned up the spit and continued to talk to him like such a cute little friend. It was a really neat thing for a mom to hear. That same night I put the kids to bed and for some reason they weren't very tired. Traxton and Treyson just kept looking at each other and laughing. I finally had to tell them to quit and go to sleep. I love their little friendship and I just hope that it will continue to grow as they do. I hope that Treyson will always be there to say "I'm coming bud" anytime that Traxton needs him. Especially with the unknown future with his hearing. But then we have all been given that same blessing. We have an older brother who has said the same thing to us. All we have to do is have the trust and faith of a little child to let him. I have known this my whole life, but it seemed to take the example of my three year old to remind me of the simplicity of it all. I love being a mother and am thankful for my kids who constantly help make me a better person.

Happy Easter!

What a good Easter weekend we had. Lots of family time and good food. The kids were able to play with cousins on both sides and really loved it. We had planned on taking the kids to an egg hunt at the park yesterday, but we drove up and left because of the cold, rainy weather. The kids were pretty bummed but the egg hunt today at Grandma and Grandpa's made up for it. It didn't take them very long to find all 100 eggs. I have always loved Easter because it meant Spring wasn't too far off. This year I still feel the same excitement.

Traxton wasn't into finding eggs, but he really liked his basket.


The big egg hunt.

Grandpa and the kids. Pictures were easier when the kids were smaller and couldn't run off.

So Close...

Traxton is just about able to crawl. He will get up on his hands and knees, but the only direction he can go is back. He hasn't figured out how to move forward yet. It makes him pretty frustrated to not be able to move the way he wants. He is rolling all over the place though. I am sometimes amazed to see how far he can get his little body by rolling. I am excited to see him start to be mobile, but I also remember how much more difficult things will be.