Mommy Monday

Three years ago I finished Kieran's mural, while he was still snug in my belly-I could never have imagined that three years later we would be sharing a Vanilla Milkshake.

I know, I know, it was father's day weekend and I should be writing a Daddy post-but I don't get my picture with you very often...does it count that it was Daddy's milkshake we stole?

Let's see what else happened this week...oh yeah...Kieran was jumping on our bed abd fell-seemed to be in incredible pain-even an hour later if we went to touch his arm he would scream-so we took him to the hospital-the triage nurse-looked him over, moved his hand all around, and not a peep out of him...I touch it he screams-so instead of waiting in the Hospital we decide to go home and check again in the morning-all the way to the car he screamed-and I am more convinced he was screaming because he didn't get to ride in an ambulance, which he was calling for in between sobs. Once at home and into bed beside me, he woke up every couple hours screaming oww and holding his hand and crying for ice...In the morning is Aunt Megan came over to watch him for a little bit-when Peter got home he was going to bring back into the hospital, but Kieran was running, playing, falling like nothing ever happened....hmmmm-little monkey.

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