Fat Lip

We have hardwood floors throughout the majority of our house. For a whole bunch of reasons they are great and I love them. But sometimes not so much.

Thursday night Luke busted his lip not once but twice on the hardwood floors. The first time he was running and fell. As best we could tell he busted that little muscle (?) that connects your front teeth to your lip. No sooner had we gotten him calmed down and the bleeding stopped (when Luke bleeds, he bleeds ALOT), he was playing with his dump truck rolling it on the floor and his hand slipped, the truck rolled and he fell on his mouth again. More blood. More screaming. He wasn't too fond of me sticking my fingers in his mouth, but after a quick check I don't think he knocked any of his teeth loose. He's now up to 8 - 4 on top, 4 on bottom and Lord knows we want to keep 'em.

Fortunately for all of us, this injury didn't keep him from being able to suck his thumb when he goes to bed. Even with a fat lip, isn't he just the cutest?

Throwback Thursday

The date: Spring 1989
The place: Roswell, Georgia or more specifically right before the Roswell High School Senior prom.
The mood: All I know is that these two girls were sisters and one of them was Kevin's date. I'm loving the big 80's hair and Kevin's glasses. I also love that the girl in the red dress has a GIANT bow on her chest. Classic 80's.

Like Sands Through The Hour Glass

These are the days of our lives. . .

Kevin is out of town.

Fletcher has some kind of illness. In the interest of not grossing you out like I did on Monday's post, let's just say we've gone through about 6 pairs of underwear on Tuesday and he stayed home from school.

Luke and Fletcher's allergies have their noses running like faucets. I feel like I should just carry around the Kleenex box or at the very least shove a bunch in my bra since I seem to be wiping noses constantly. Luke runs away every time he sees me coming to wipe his nose and he's been really cranky.

I am not complaining. This is just part of having kids. Fletcher probably picked up his illness from church on Sunday. We've managed to make it through this winter with very little illness in our house. There have been some serious stomach viruses, colds and other junk going around and thankfully we've remained relatively healthy. I know there are parents whose kids are constantly sick with ear infections or viruses or who knows what. Our kids must eat dirt when I am not looking because their immune systems are pretty tough.

But did I mention Kevin was out of town?

Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler

That's French for "Let the good times roll."

Today is Mardi Gras. Fat Tuesday.

It's just one more reason for people in Louisiana to have a party. I can say that because I grew up in Louisiana. However, I really didn't participate in the festivities since most of them were in New Orleans and my family wasn't Catholic. Now the festivities have permeated the state and spilled over into other states so lots of people celebrate Mardi Gras before Ash Wednesday kicks in.

Do you want to know just how big of a deal Mardi Gras is in Louisiana?

I was in college - COLLEGE - before I realized that everyone everywhere didn't get a few days off for Mardi Gras as a holiday. I just thought everyone got off school or work for Mardi Gras because we always did. My college friends from north Louisiana had heard about Mardi Gras holidays but never got to experience them. I had to laugh because my very Baptist, very anti-partying college still had a "Spring Holiday" that always coincided with Mardi Gras. Every. Single. Year. Coincidence? I think not.

So here's to plastic babies in King Cakes and beads and parades and Krewes and all that jazz.

Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler indeed!

Proud Family Moments

You know how sometimes family members have gifts and talents that they may not share with everyone? There may be a sister who can crochet or a brother that can juggle or a nephew that can burp the alphabet without taking a breath or a husband whose head is filled with random triva or a cousin who has a metal plate in her head.

Sometimes these talents go unrecognized for years and thus, the family member is never properly encouraged to use and develop these talents to better his or her family or community.

And sometimes all that creativity stays bottled up for so long that it finally explodes and you get this:

This is a cake. A real edible cake. Created by my brother and my niece. For their annual Church Youth Mission Cake Auction Fund Raiser. Wait? Did I just say church? Yes, indeed I did. Don't click on it to enlarge it unless you want to be grossed out.

Yeah, so those pictures of Luke didn't happen this weekend. It was really cold here and his nose was running constantly so they wouldn't have turned out very good. Maybe next weekend.

Spelling Bee

Side note: Fletcher loves the concept of wrestling with Dad but in the heat of the battle, he sometimes wimps out especially if he is not winning.

The scene: Fletcher and Kevin are wrestling on the floor.

Fletcher (in his best loud, frustrated voice): DAD! N-O! (spelling the letters).

Kevin continues to wrestle.

Fletcher: Dad! N-O spells STOP!

Happy 18 months to Luke today. The time has flown by. We are going to try to get some good pictures of him this weekend if the weather and the 18 month old cooperate.

Throwback Thursday

The date: Then - 1970. Now - last weekend

The place: Then - my front yard. Now - our front yard.

The mood: Then - I don't know where we got our red tractor but I remember riding it.

Now - Kevin's boss gave us this tractor that his boys outgrew. Luke can't pedal it yet but he loves it when Kevin pushes him around on it. I think we are probably close to the same age in these pictures.