You know you are in the South when....

Today I took Connor in for his "Fall Festival" at school. It was his first time to go since he broke his arm, and we only went for the hour. Suffice it to say, I am glad we went, since I have now seen how the Frazer moms put on a party! The bar is high people.
For Connor's class, each of the four little tables was set with a cloth tablecloth and centerpiece arrangements of pumpkins with candy corn sprinkled on the table. McDonalds chicken nuggets were brought in, and the party games were more elaborate than what we have done at years past in other schools. For Reid's class, pizza was on the menu and each child's drink was in a plastic pumpkin that had their initials on it. Each child also had a helium balloon to take home attached to their goody bag. It goes without saying that the the ruffle pants, appliqued shirts, and smocked attire were out in full force. The director, who is also Connor's teacher told me that it is much toned down than in years past!

This Too Shall Pass....

So, last Friday evening, Connor's first attempt at riding a razor scooter landed us in the emergency room with a broken arm. Connor is our more 'dramatic' child, so I really didn't think it was going to be broken initially. However, he was so quiet and pale on the drive to the ER and then in the waiting room, that I did begin to suspect a break. When they said that we would need to transferred by ambulance and that he needed surgery though, I was shocked. At that point, Jeremy came to the hospital and we switched out because of Annalise's continual refusal to take the bottle (and now solid food, but I digress). It is a long story, but the short version is that Connor had surgery Saturday morning for a "supracondylar break of his left humerous".
Here are some pictures to illustrate:


A little perkier with a visit from Annalise



On his wheelchair ride out to the car. I wasn't even aiming for pathetic here...it just was.



Being more dramatic than some to begin with, one can imagine the fun we have all had this week. Yesterday afternoon I ended up taking him back in because of all of the moaning, whining and writhing, which is honestly not too strong of a word in this scenario. I thought they would just talk to me first about upping his pain medication, but they immediately removed the splint, which was a challenge because of the swollen elbow [tears], x-rayed it [more tears], and then resplinted it [no tears...the PA doing it was really good]. I had been hoping they could put the hard cast on yesterday instead of Monday as scheduled, but with the swelling that was no possible.
Here is the blow-by-blow of that process:






One sad little boy...but he is improving. Today he even got up and played some, and he slept a lot better last night with the increased pain medication.

Milestones and Gender....

What is my problem? It has been a month and a half...I guess have just been overcome by events, shall we say. Yesterday was a big day around here though, and I wanted to share:

Connor lost his first tooth! It happened at his soccer game, minutes after I left of course, to take the other two home. (In other news, Reid has decided that he is most definitely not a soccer player. We are pretty surprised, but have learned several things about parenting by now, and one is that you CANNOT make them play soccer if they don't want to. Needless to say, the tooth fairy paid a visit to our house last night, but Connor was rather disappointed in that he was given two dollar bills instead of coins. Go figure. The tooth fairy will not make this mistake again...or a more thorough lesson in money will be given shortly.

Our big man down one tooth. The one next to it is very loose as well.



In other news, Miss Annalise started rice cereal last night. It was not a hit. I maybe got two bites in. Maybe.



This pretty much summed it up:



Finally, a funny Connor story. To preface, neither of my boys have ever seemed to notice or comment on Annalise's different, ahem, anatomy. Last night Connor was helping me give Annalise a bath, and I thought maybe this would be a good time to discuss it. So, I said to him, "Connor, why is Annalise a girl?" His answer: "Because we prayed for her to be a girl." Okay. That is one interpretation of the question.

A few minutes later, I decided to try again:
Me: "If someone who didn't know Annalise walked into the bathroom right now and saw her, would they be able to tell if she was a boy or a girl?"
Connor: "Yes"
Me: "How?"
Connor: "They could guess and we could say yes or no."

At that point, I let the issue drop. I am sure we will visit this issue again...like maybe when he is 8.