Can't Help But Smile

I've been a little down since my accident.  Working out has been such a daily part of my life since before I was in double digits.  It's tough to have it cut off competely and suddenly.  Jack really helps me focus on the positive.  It's impossible not to smile at his wide eyed grin.  So I thought I'd share some of his smiles to make you smile too.

Here he is in his 4T PJ's I bought on clearance last Easter.  (Not sure if they'll fit in the Spring, so we broke them out now.  Why are kid's PJ's always sized so small?  He's mostly in 2T/3T now.)

Here's Jack offering to share his 'lobby pop.'

Upside down cuteness.

Who knew flowers were ticklish?

Now you do!

This opening in the paper towel display make Jack go nuts, screaming, climbing, jumping.  Rod and I both looked at eachtoher and cracked up.  We have a strange child!

Ring around the new flowers for Mama...are there posies is there?

Peek a boo you!

Hope my little guy brought a smile to you today as he does to me every day.

Mama's Boo Boo - Before & After

In the emergency room waiting area on August 28th:

Another lovely angle later at home that day:

The X-ray:

Two days post surgery (9/2) on September 4th:

Cosmetically, the shoulder looks good, right?  I mean purple IS my favorite color.  So if I were to have marker all over my shoulder, it would have to be purple.  The cuts for the scope are small and seem to be healing okay.  Movement is restricted until I see the doc on Thursday for my post op visit.  Pain is minimal and less than before the surgery.  Although everyone said that the pain should be much worse now.  Who knows?

Rod has been amazing taking care of me, Jack, the house, basically everything.  Jack is great too.  He's such a trooper.  A new crane truck and fireman have made missing me totally tolerable.

Looking forward to Thursday's 9:50am post op appointment with the doc and starting physical therapy soon. 

Some Things Never Change

My boy loves sticks...

Enough to kiss...

Jack grows up and changes everyday, but stays so sweet.

No Tears

I guess after days of crying about my shoulder, I was all cried out today when I dropped Jack off for his frist day of preschool.  For most kids this would be a big step, for Jack it was huge.  Since we don't have any family in town, and we've never hired a sitter, Jack's never been without one of his parents. Until today.  So how'd he do?

Great!  He ran right into the classroom, took four books off the rack and demanded, 'read books!'  So I read one book to him then watched him play with a baby doll, some blocks, and a car puzzle.  I said goodbye from across the large room, told Jack I would pick him up later, then ran and gave him one more kiss, and left. 

While Jack was in school, I went to see another doc to get a 2nd opinion on my shoudler, and this guy said the same thing.  Bummer.

When I got back to the school, Jack was showing the teacher a grass hopper.  It happened to be a piece of mulch, but still, good word.  She commented on his great vocabulary and clear speech.  That was nice to hear.  The teacher said there were no tears, no melt downs, nothing. And she seems very nice.  Raised in South Africa, degreed, mellow.

Jack didn't eat any crackers at snack time, but gobbled up his lunch of peas, cheese, grapes, rice, and chicken.  He also went potty once.  Not bad for a first day.  Oh and of course he did not want to go home.  That part was tough.  Plus I had to ask the teacher to help me put him in his car seat.  But it all worked out.

I feel good.  I think Jack liked school. 

The next school day is Thursday, also my surgery day.  It will be a tough one as I need to be at the hospital at 5am.  Hopefully Jack will fall back asleep in the car.

Anyway, the boy also came home with his first piece of school art work. 

I see some frame shopping in my future!

Sad Mama

I had a little accident on my bike saturday morning.  About 1.5 miles into the 50 mile race, a guy stopped in front of me and I was given to the chose to stop behind him or ride down a large drop as he was blocking the smooth path, and I made the wrong decision.  I have a 5th degree shoulder separation that will require surgery on Thursday and 12 weeks of recovery before rehab.  I will miss riding, I will miss running, I will miss being active and fit.  But most of all, I will miss holding my big boy like this when something scares him.

And tomorrow Papa and Mama will say goodbye together for the first time.  Jack will start preschool.  It will be the first time ever that he will be away from us, with someone else.  I am excited for Jack.  I know he will love it.  I will miss him so.  My baby is growing up.  It will be my turn soon.