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Friday, August 26, 2016

Five on Friday (Aug 26)

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Just like Alexander, we have had a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day . . . all week long. The good news is that those terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad days are completely redeemable so we are happily leaving this week behind.

1. Brian and Rory had the opportunity to attend a Titans pre-season game. Camden was a little bummed to be left behind (welcome to Rory's world, C), but we logged in some solid Olympic viewing while they were gone.

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2. Rory's baseball career started and ended within the space of 4 days. She wanted to play (because Camden plays) so we signed her up for fall ball. When we found out it was co-ed, she was less than thrilled. Later in the week, she received an invitation to go to American Heritage Girls with a friend from church. As soon as we walked into that meeting, I knew she had found her thing. It is very Southern precious (and I am not Southern or precious), but it is absolutely Rory's style and I'm happy for her to have something that Camden has not already experienced (the curse of the youngest child I think). Staying true to the spirit of this week . . . we missed the first meeting.

3. No more glasses for Camden. Bring on the contacts, and we couldn't be happier about it. It's a big adjustment because learning to put something directly onto your eyeball is tough, but I think contacts are a big win. Here he is geared up to mow the yard with sunglasses (he's never been able to wear sunglasses before) and this crazy water backpack thing that a soldier friend gave him. He looks hilarious.

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I'm happy to have a clear view of his eyes these days.
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4. After falling asleep while watching the Olympics Saturday night, Rory walked through the freshly mopped kitchen and took a hard fall on our ceramic tile floors. She was not fully awake and kept screaming, "I can't feel my ears!" Because I am nothing if not a compassionate nurturing mother, I had to stifle the giggles. By Sunday afternoon, her elbow was alarmingly swollen and black with bruises so we had it checked out. She has to put up with a splint and sling for another 10 days with no recess or PE, but the xrays confirmed that it is not broken. We have spent a shocking amount of money this week on this arm, but I am very glad it's not more serious. The orthopedic surgeon proclaimed her to be one seriously tough little girl. Rory didn't appreciate the "little" in that definition, but I appreciated the "tough."

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5. Speaking of doctor's appointments (we've had 4 in the last 7 days!), Camden and Rory had physicals this week. Rory weighs all of 50 pounds soaking wet (literally, she was soaking wet from the rain and fully dressed when I weighed her last week and the doctor's scale confirmed). I keep reassuring her that there will come a day when she does not mind being the smallest, but she cannot fathom it. Camden, on the other hand, has shot up into the 75% of his age group and Dr. H assures me that this growth spurt is not actually a growth spurt and he is on track to be one very tall teen/adult . . . much to Rory's chagrin.

Here's to a Friday evening with nothing more exciting planned than grocery shopping followed by pizza and a movie.

1 comments:

Vicky said...

We go through that stage of our "littles" not being so little anymore, and not wanting to be so prominent on our blogs it seems. But look- somehow you have them again- more grown for sure- but they are not hiding! Love dipping in and out of your week this way.