Leah Runs into Church on Christmas Day
Okay, so maybe a lot has happened since my last post, but I've been busy. This is a picture of Leah on Christmas Day, the only picture of Leah on Christmas Day. Horrible, I know, but we did at least video her in the morning. Shortly after this picture, she started crying and saying her tummy hurt. You can guess how I spent the rest of Christmas Day.
Anyway, she woke up the next day just fine. If I had known that, I would have gone skiing with Steve and the other kids, but I didn't know that so I stayed home with Leah. I put her down for a nap and had a marvelous time taking down all the Christmas decor. That might seem a little rushed, but try it sometime, it is very invigorating. We had hoped to spend a lot of time skiing during the break, but the snowfall in Utah has been virtually nonexistent. So Steve took the kids on the 26th and I went with Cara on the 30th. Cara and I debated going because of no new snow, but we decided it was much better than staying home with Max yelling at us all day. We made the right choice because Steve texted me saying Max had yelled at him for making his toast wrong.
We celebrated the New Year with Leah coming down with a fever (apparently holidays are too much for her). On the 2nd, we went to Steve's grandmother's funeral. Steve's Mom told him to wear white because he was a pallbearer. George overheard our discussion and said, "Dad is going to be a polar bear at Grandma's funeral?" It was a warm day and I think a polar bear would have overheated, so it's good Steve went as a regular guy.
On the third, I sent all the kids back to school. Yes. It was a great day. Leah was having a great day until that night at 9:00. She pulled a barstool over and it landed on her toe. It severed her middle toe just underneath the nail, luckily, not completely off. We drove her to the ER and held a screaming child down while they numbed and stitched it. She wanted me to kiss it better, but unfortunately, my kisses are not that powerful. The doctor stitched it up with just three stitches (she has a little toe), and informed us that there was a chance it could turn black and fall off. We all prayed for her, and now her little toe has great color. Though she will probably be minus a toenail forever, she has her toe.
Max is so good at praying, that I think I will ask him to pray for snow next.
2 comments:
Never a dull moment. Glad to see you finally blogged. This is how I keep up to date on the grandkids
Sounds like your holidays were a lot more exciting than ours. So, whose toe injury was worse? Leah's or Steve's?
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