OUCH! That was no typical stubbed toe!

Just after Thanksgiving I was making dinner while also cleaning up the living room.  I ran into the living room to put away some of Lucy's toys, then as I was running back to make sure the pancakes didn't burn, I ran into the chair with my foot.  OUCH!  I hobbled into the kitchen to flip the pancake and catch my breath.  Isaac found me and took over dinner. I waited for the pain to subside...  It just stayed at that same "just jammed my toe" intensity -- all through dinner, all night in bed, all the next morning at MOPS.  "I think I broke my toe."  It seemed ridiculous to think it was a broken bone when I'd only just stubbed it.  It was pretty black and blue with minor swelling.

All through December (putting our house on the market, Christmas, selling, packing, moving, kids, etc.) and January (unpacking, cleaning, renovating, kids, etc.) I hobbled and hopped and tried to get along.

Finally, in late January I went to the doctor on an unrelated matter. I mentioned that my toe was still giving me considerable trouble.  It was still hurting when I was standing, I couldn't bend it, it was swollen, and I was over it.  Well, he took an x-ray and found not one, not two, but THREE fractures, one of which went into the joint.  OUUUUCH!  I now felt a little relieved that I wasn't being a huge wimp, it was actually broken and would actually hurt. A lot.

Fast forward to February 3rd and it's starting to feel somewhat better, which means it was time to stub it again.  Yep, same toe, same excruciating, instant, intense pain!  One of the hazards of rehabbing a home is that stuff is everywhere and it's difficult to navigate.

Thankfully this seems to have bruised it, but not reinsured it in any more serious way. It still hurts if I do a lot of walking or standing on my toes or kneeling, but I'm finally starting to get around without pain most days.

SNOW DAY!

Yesterday marked the first big snow we've had since either of our kids were born.  Up until this time we've only had a dusting, at most.  This time we got hit with about seven inches!  My mom was staying with us, and it was the perfect chance to bundle up, play hard, then sip warm (NOT HOT) cocoa (per Lucy's very clear instructions).  

Nothing cuter than a baby in a snowsuit! Oh wait, a baby that can snap herself in! 

Lucy was captivated by eating snow. It's all she wanted to do! 

Malcolm was unimpressed. 

Helping dada make a snowman

Aaaand then the head fell off! 

Snow angel!  

Lucy's unorthodox approach to a snow angel! 

Building an igloo that quickly became a tunnel

Crawling through daddy's tunnel

She was very upset that her snowman fell down

Giving him a farewell hug

We lost a tree in the storm

Back inside for WARM cocoa

And lots of mama kisses!

What do you think of snow, Lucy? 

Malcolm at 9 Months

Happy 9 months, Buddy! 
Malcolm, you are the happiest, chunkiest, most mama-loving little man! You're crawling, wants to walk, wants mama all the time (unless he's sneaking off to commit mischief), says "ba ba ba" and growls all day long. 


He "mmmm's" when he wants something to eat.  No teeth to speak of, but he'll try any food that's put in front of him, and he has a pretty wide palate. So far he hates green beans and rice, and he's not wild about eggs. 

He naps twice a day, sleeps from 6 or 7 at night to 8-9 in the morning (waking up to twice a night). 
He's absolutely ENORMOUS! Boy is starting to outgrow his 18 month onesies already.

Head:  (off the charts)
Height: 30 inches (95th percentile)
Weight: 22 lb, 10 oz (90th percentile)

Standing! 

Happy, drooly baby

Bribing him with yogurt melts to sit still. 

One of the things we love about our new kitchen is the extra deep sink! Perfect for baby baths! Big sister is getting really good at helping get Malcolm clean. 

My sweet boy still sleeps on his face! haha

This pretty well sums up his attitude toward food...

Catching some air. ALWAYS with the open mouthed grin!