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| Sweet Baby Asher, the newest addition to the Taylor clan. So excited to have another cousin! Isn't he adorable! |
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| Feeding the ducks. There is a cute park up the street from our house with a lovely duck pond, our favorite and most friendly pal Gus (pictured on the right) is one of the first to greet us every time we go. |
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| Our favorite "hat", Our favorite sister, Our favorite wagon Ila and Fae love to "dip it"-- favorite dip--bananas in BBQ We asked Fae her baby dolls name the other day and you know what she said: "Baby Ga Ga"........Say What? |
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| When the girls come up to Ezra and say "fly" this is what they want, to be thrown on the love sac. |
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| Me pretending to be in pain--Ezra and I got bored waiting in the ER
I broke my foot, and now my confidence in my stair maneuvering abilities have been shattered forever.
I fell down the most familiar stairs I have ever known. My parents set of three garage stairs, it was the last one that got me, I'm sure it looked like something that could have won the grand prize on America's Funniest Home Videos. I was just glad I was able to catch Fae who I happened to be holding at the time. She got rebounded off the refrigerator.
I'm not very good at staying calm when I've been injured, so of course I thought the swelling that instantly appeared on my foot had to be my bone sticking out. I refused to look at it and commanded everyone around not to look at it. I was pretty close to passing out.
Ezra gave me a piggy back into the ER. I told the nurse that my pain level was at a measly 3 and thought, "man I hope this thing is broken, or I am going to feel like the worlds biggest wimp."
It was.
Ezra got to play Mr. Mom for about a week while I was on crutches. He did a great job and actually kept everything running more smoothly than expected. Don't worry...I milked it for all it was worth and thoroughly enjoyed skipping out on poopy diapers and sleeping through midnight binki runs.
Now I'm up and at it with a fashionable little bootie to wear, its lovely. I told them they should give two so I wouldn't feel so ridiculous with mismatching shoes......no luck.
The more I've thought about how this all came about, the more I've wished that I actually had a good story for how I broke my foot.
So please people, if your going to break something-- have it be doing a back flip off your roof.
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