packing fuel
I need a break from packing . . . chocolate. The kids are so noisy . . . chocolate. I'm walking through the kitchen . . . chocolate.
First, there was the Valentine's Day box of Lindor milk chocolate truffles from my dad. Love those little babies.
When my stash was depleted and I thought I might need to hit up the store for more . . . . but then Scott arrived home with this:
It was perfect timing. And let me tell you, these chocolates are in a category all their own.
The flavors are extraordinary. So pure. And fresh.
The Strawberry Cheesecake -- tastes like fresh strawberries mixed with cream.
Creme Brulee - I'm convinced that somewhere in the chocolate factory they made a batch of creme brulee, flame torch to the top and all, and then injected it into this candy.
There is Peanut Butter and Jelly, Cinna-Swirl, Strawberry Ganache . . . I could go on and on. And I did all weekend. Maybe it's the "no preservatives" thing because, man they are just so tasty. It's a good thing they have a factory in Vegas because I'll be needing more, please.
3 days later I received this in the mail:
Aren't they pretty? And isn't my husband thoughtful?
because we needed just one more thing
On Saturday, Anna decided that she wanted to channel her inner spiderman. She tested her abilities (while I was on the phone, mind you) by bracing herself between the walls in the narrow hall off of the entryway. An entryway that has a ceiling all the way to the second floor. She made it to "the top" (the 2nd floor banister) and then dropped down to the bottom where she and Payton had laid out all the couch pillows as a safety net.
I finished my phone call upstairs and was walking toward the stairway when I heard: "Payton, I touched the top!"
What are you kids doing?
Thud.
I made it down the stairs, rounded the corner and see her sitting on the pillows.
She looks at me, startled. Pause.
Cry. And she's grabbing her ankle.
Luckily, it wasn't broken.
Just a really bad sprain. With lots of swelling and fluid in there. She's wearing a fiberglass brace that is really helping to make her feel more comfortable and more confident in being mobile. When we take it off for a bath or an icing session she begs for it to go back on.
Even though this little injury has brought unlimited TV and ipad time for her, it's not a party. She'll often say, "I wish I hadn't done that." Yes, we wish you hadn't done that either.
But other sweet moments have popped up. I can't deny the melt your heart sweetness of seeing your husband carry his daughter into church, with an Ace bandage on one foot.
Her current mobility: She is really good at hopping on one foot. She can hop to and from the bathroom and take care of herself in there. When she isn't hopping she is crawling with one foot up in the air. She gets up and down the stairs by scooting on her bum (sometimes a little too quickly for my liking)
Highlights of this experience for her: 1) getting an x-ray sticker that glows in the dark, and 2) riding in a wheelchair.
