Take 2

The injury

Add stitched up and ready to go

1 time I've taken a kiddo to the ER while Reed's out of town. 

(He was in North Georgia on an Offsite.  Before he left, we joked that at least if I had to go to the ER he would be close)

2 children abandoned at the park while I rushed G to the hospital. 

 (There were 3 other close friends there to tend them)

3+ Times I was assured that stitches are WAAAAAAAY worse than broken bones

4 Hours spent at the hospital 

(Peterson family rule= if it's on the face, we get the plastic surgeon, even if you have to wait)

5 miles.  Distance I was from my car when Grayson called the next day from school to come home.  

(For the record, I was in his classroom in 40 minutes)

6 Stitches

Grayson was very brave and cheerful through the whole ordeal.  He's at that wonderfully egocentric age (Mom, look, they even have the light switches colored red for me) where attention and unlimited access to Cartoon Network/iphone are remarkably effective medicine.

Hanging out

Other than trips to the doctors/dentists/PT we've been enjoying the best time of the year here in Georgia and just hanging out.

Super Man

Raising the Rim

Except for that time when I went on an adventure run that included the beach, gummies and getting lost in a Gothic Cathedral. 

Extra! Extra!

 We had our annual ward talent show this past weekend.  I dusted off my choreography skills and put together a routine to "Newsies".  Then I got to practice and realized I was choreographing eleven 5-10yr old BOYS.  But, with the help of alot of duct tape marks and repeating choruses they pulled it out and were pretty great.  

And yes, we had a viewing party at our house the night before so now the boys of the Smyrna ward primary are ready to take on the world and "Seize the day".

Inspired by his brothers, Christian let his voice be heard!

(How's that for a segue)

The new uniform

Matts has decided that this is what he should be wearing; all day, everyday.  

We agree.

Last weekend, while at a neighbor's birthday party, Matts went long for a pass. 

 Long all the way into a cement retaining wall.  With his chin.  And his teeth.  

The good news is that jaws are remarkably hard to crack.  

The bad news is that teeth, while very hard, are not remarkably hard.  After a visit to the dentist with a sheared incisor and a split molar Matts is now scheduled for a root canal, crown and sealant.  

The really good news, that inspite of his broken teeth and bruised right metatarsals (a whole other story), Mattson got sprung from PT on Monday!

The awesomest news?  Since his split molar won't fall out for another 3 years and will need to withstand the wear and tear of childhood the crown he's getting is SILVER.  

What we've been up to

Between enjoying the beautiful weather by spending as much time as possible outside and juggling Matts' 2x weekly phyiscal therapy (he still can't straighten his arm.  At first it was funny.  Now, not so much).  We've been a pretty "quiet" house.  "Quiet" meaning no major events, doing nothing.  We've been...

Acting like gentlemen and delivering our traditional valentine flowers to the special ladies in our life.  

Acting like hooligans and creating homemade whoopee cushions.  

Acting like idiots and "testing" batteries.

Yep, still good.

Acting like big boys and making creations we're so proud of.  

Happy Birthday to Me

It was a wonderful day, complete with streamers, trick candles and confetti guns.  Have I mentioned I live in a house of boys?  

Confetti guns...

Characters...LOVE G as the "Birthday Triceratops" hiding in the corner and Matts ready for battle as the birthday knight 

So sweet

Even Allie got in on the party.  (And Luci, who I found later that night, under the chair with a party hat still on)

No party's complete w/o a little Michael

My Funny Valentines

As the only lady in the house, Valentines is a pretty great day for me.  I have the enviable job of juggling four handsome boys.  I love each and every one for a different reason:

The funny guy:

 Quotes from the day included:  "Who made Legos?  Cause I think it was God."  And before bedtime "Where's my squeakinator?"  Which was followed by Gray emerging from under his bed with a Luci in tow. "Ahhh, there she is :)"

The Charmer

Look at that face...Little C will NOT be overlooked.  His current tactic of choice is repeating his request over and over in rising decibels until you give in (or go deaf :)

The strong, silent type

Underneath all the rough and tumble Matts has a tender heart.  Valentines morning I woke up to hear "Oh yes Christian, that's your Valentine...you get to play with Matts' legos for 5 minutes."  Now that we've got compassion we're working on perspective.  

Also, the Saturday before Matts and I had our first "date".  Apparently all this guy needs to have the best day ever is a personal trip to Krispy Kreme (funded by certificates earned at the Physical Therapist) and a trip to the bookstore.  I have trained him well.  

My Love

He's pretty much awesome and makes my life better everyday I spend with him.