{365} Challenge

Are you ready for the {365} Challenge?

01-01-10

Sugar says : Affirmative.

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Here is my first attempt day.



my wild-haired Princess!


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I haven't had time to explain this photo, but I will...

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There are 6 people in my family.

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How will I ever choose which pictures to take? Which ones to use?
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And if I am so busy taking them...when will I find time to scrapbook them? (see there how I used a noun as a verb?I do that. Linguistics is kicking Grammar's butt.) :)

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faux TTV, baby!

Isn't that like 2,000 pictures?
*eyes bulging!*

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Don't look for me to be posting all these beauties.

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Who has time for that?

And yet, here I go anyway. I want to try do it.

I will post what I can. Hopefully I will be able to edit a few and even *gasp!* make some digi pages.

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So, on to what you really want to know.
What happened to Turkey?

Here is the story. On Christmas Eve at about 9 am I announced that we would be frosting the cutout cookies we made the day before.

Turkey got hyper excited.
I went around from the eating area to the kitchen to warm up the butter.
mmmm.....can you say homemade butter cream frosting?
I hear a *banging*.
I come around the corner to see that Turkey is so excited that he is turned around in his booster eat banging it on the back of the chair. As the word STOP! escapes my lips, Turkey suspends time and performs a slow-motion cartwheel over the side of the chair and onto the CERAMIC tile floor.

Of course, I am hysterical.
(maybe you heard me screaming?)
I stink in a crisis!


I think he is either dead or has brain damage.

The incessant CRYING rules out "dead".

I rush him to the couch so I can hold him properly. He is FREAKING OUT!

I check every centimeter of his skull for signs that he hit his head, convinced he has a concussion. I shine a flashlight in his eyes to see if his pupils dilate. This make him cry all the more.
I am no Florence Nightengale!

He cries FOREVER....

I now think I am dying (inside).

I call Superman and ask "what does a broken collar bone look like?"

Superman gives Jimmy the keys and flies home.
*thump thump*
On the way, he calls Father and lets him know he will need to find another lector for midnight Mass.

By this time, our little man has cried so much he is worn out. God love, him, he falls asleep on the couch with me. I do not attempt to move him. We sit vigil. (oh, you think I am kidding, huh? ha!)

He wakes up 3 hours later, hops off the couch and asks for food. He eats. He plays. He shows no sign of being in pain...unless you touch his collar bone.
He watches Dora. No complaints.

We decide that he is hurt, but not injured.
(no swelling, no bruises)

We go to Grandma Go-Go's Christmas Party. We celebrate with the best of them. He runs. He wrestles. He plays.

Fast forward (otherwise we will be here a while!)

Over the course of the week, when he is roughhousing, if he bumps it, or falls, he cries and indicates a spot that hurts. I begin to see a lump there. There is a slight greenish color to it.

I make an appointment to see the Doc. on New Year's Eve.

The X rays reveal a crack. dang it!
The Doc is AMAZED at this kid's mobility and pain tolerance.

He's like his mommy. *blush*

So they gave him a sling MAGIC SLEEVE to decrease mobility / pain. He hates it, of course.


We are working on it.

I am going to decorate it with Mickey Mouse or something to see if that helps.
I will post, of course!!!

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PLEASE Take the challenge with me!

Then, let me know. We can encourage each other!

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Don't forget to tell those you love that you do!