Catch and Release

Ian got a helium balloon for Valentine's Day and thought it was hilarious to let it go and have me catch it. We'd been playing for awhile before I thought to grab the camera. He was starting to wind down, but when he fell over laughing, I knew I had to post it! Happy Valentine's Day!

Who else wants to cry with me?

I don't know why I keep trying. I just can't cut hair. When Eric's hair is buzzed, it's usually not because it's easier and more manageable (although that's my saving grace). It's most often because I say "Here, let me help. I'm sure I can do it this time." Shouldn't I have learned by now?

Ian's hair has been out of control for awhile now. Last night, while he was in the bath, I decided it would be the perfect opportunity to trim a wiggly one year old's hair with dull scissors. After chasing him around the tub, hacking away, I thought it turned out okay. Boy was I wrong! This morning told a whole new story. Without boring you with the various "whys" and "hows" that led to this (trust me, it was the only option left!), here is my bald, baby boy.

I know he's still adorable, but I sure miss his hair!

Until the next time "I'm sure I can do it"......

Poor baby!

Sunday, Ian had his most miserable day ever! We had no idea what his issues were, we just knew he had major ones. He cried that whole night and his demeanor didn't change when he woke up Monday morning. He had a bit of a fever, but it didn't seem to add up to how sad he was. When I put him in his highchair for breakfast, he kept trying to eat his food with his mouth. When he couldn't reach it, he finally decided to try with his hand. When he couldn't quite get it to his mouth and was shaking all over, I knew something was definitely wrong. I took him to the pediatrician, we got x-rays of his forearm and elbow, but nothing showed up. We still didn't know what the matter was (besides double ear infections - that explains the fever and part of the misery). She sent him home in a sling and told me to call the pediatric orthopedist in the morning if things didn't get better. Doesn't he play the ailing boy well?

By evening, I had decided it was something with his hand. When Eric got home, he figured out it was something with his wrist. He made a splint, which seemed to help, and the baby zonked. It had been a hard day!

I took him to the pediatric orthopedist this morning, and after another x-ray, he found a slight chip off of his radius bone. No idea how that happened! So he casted him up, and he's a whole new boy.

He's still having a hard time crawling, especially on the hard floors, because his cast slips, but I'm sure he'll get the hang of it soon. Or maybe he'll finally learn to walk.....