Broken Ankle.

Not fun.

Saturday night we were in Ogden at Jay's aunt's house having dinner with a ton of family. The kids were playing volleyball in the backyard and I ran down the 3 steps onto the grass to join them. As I stepped from the last stair onto the grass, I realized a little too late how uneven the ground was. I rolled my ankle in a low spot, heard a big CRACK, and fell down screaming bloody murder.

I've never broken a bone before, but when people who have tell their stories they always say they HEARD the bone break. Well, I definitely heard it. It was the most sickening sound. LOTS of pain! As people gathered around me I just kept screaming "It's broken! Don't touch it!"
Everyone is asking, "Do we call 911? Do you need an ambulance? What do we do?" But then Jay's aunt said her neighbors had a wheelchair. They got me into the chair and wheeled me to the car. The first hospital we got to had a 2 hour wait in the emergency room but we found out there was another hospital like 5 minutes away so we went there and they got me right in.

X-rays confirmed it was broken. It's called an aversion fracture... the doctor explained it like this: "When you sprain your ankle the ligaments stretch and tear. But what you did was your ligaments are basically stronger than your bone because as the ligaments stretched they broke off part of your bone with them."

Luckily I didn't need surgery. I just have to wear a big boot and use crutches. I can't put any weight on it and I spend most of my time on the couch with it up in the air with pillows. I'm ridiculously immobile for 4-6 weeks. Jay has to take care of me and the baby because I'm pretty worthless. Also Jay's mom is over here today to help out which is great.

I feel like whining and complaining and feeling sorry for myself but in reality this whole thing could've been so much worse. I mean, what if I was holding Topher when I fell? How horrible would that have been?!? I can't even imagine. Plus I don't have to have surgery or anything like that. And we have lots of people to help us out. So I really can't complain.

I've never had a broken bone before so I guess it was just my time. But still, not exactly a fun experience. If you wanna call/text/comment/visit or anything, please do! I can always use some cheering up!

P.S. If any of my JM girls are reading this, would you update the JanPR for me? For some reason I can't log on. Thanks!

We all have an MJ memory.

Good or bad, we all have memories.

GOOD:
I remember crying in Free Willy. The part where the whale jumps over the little boy is just so beautiful.
I remember learning the Thriller dance so we could try to do it at school dances.
I remember seeing the video for Scream with Janet Jackson for the first time. Unreal.
I remember trying to do the moonwalk across my kitchen floor for a solid 20 minutes.
I remember seeing Captain EO at Disneyland.
I remember watching my friend Natalie dancing in pageants to an MJ medley, white sparkly glove and all, and cheering my lungs out.
I remember doing a double take during the video for Black or White... Is that Tyra Banks??? OMG it is! She's totally in the video! Ha!


BAD:
I remember him dangling a baby out of a hotel window.
I remember him making out with Lisa Marie on an MTV awards show.
I remember seeing him and Lisa Marie naked in the video for You Are Not Alone. Pretty song, but not a pretty sight.
I remember him saying the best thing in the world a person can do is to share their bed with a child. Weird and wrong.
I remember seeing pictures of him after his hundreds of plastic surgeries where it looked like his nose was just a hole in his face. Gross.


But....

I'm happy to take the bad with the good. He was and will forever be a music legend. No one will ever be able to even compare to him. Regardless of his strange behavior, the fact that he made amazing music cannot be denied. He is gone but his music will live on forever.

Camping!

TOPHER'S FIRST CAMPING TRIP!!!

Topher loves camping! He loved the campfire, watching us ride the four wheelers, and laughing at the crazy dogs running around everywhere. He wasn't really fussy and slept well just like he does at home. Everything went really well!




Topher loves his daddy



The Dixon Family: Jay, Ashley, Topher, and Rusty




My two-year-old nephew TJ just adores Topher! He wanted to hold him, play with him, and hold his hand! It was adorable.

I hate Lowe's and Home Depot.

After mowing the lawn last night, Jay told me he wanted a trimmer/edger for Father's Day.
So, like a good wifey should, I set off to find one today.
Of course I know NOTHING about trimmers, but I figure I'll show up and ask employees for help.
Argh. I should've known...

First I go to Lowe's. I stand there in the aisle gazing at the 20-something different trimmers. They all look the same to me and yet they range in price from $30 to $200. After about 15 minutes of moping around feeling confused and stupid and mad because TWO employees looked straight at me and walked right past me, I finally went and asked for help. It took about 4 seconds for me to realize this girl had no idea what she was talking about. She basically told me just to pick one that looked good and Jay could return it if he wanted. I left feeling frustrated but hopeful that Home Depot would be better.

Long story short... same thing happened.

I don't get it. If I walk down the hall of my school and see someone who obviously looks lost, I ALWAYS ask them if I can help. If it's something I can't help with, then I try to find someone who can. I would never just walk right past.

Also, I realize that these kids who work at these places only make minimum wage and definitely are not informed on the products the store sells, but shouldn't there be someone in the store somewhere that knows something about trimmers??? What if I walked into a jewelry store or a car lot and the salesman said "Just pick one that looks good"?? It doesn't make any sense.

I am so into good customer service so today was a pretty rough day.
Stupid Lowe's. Stupid Home Depot.

I am a crappy mother.

At Topher's 2 month check up he was perfectly average. 53rd percentile in height and 47th percentile in weight. Completely healthy.

Today at his 4 month check up he is 37th percentile in height which I can live with, but he's in the 8th percentile in weight! Not 80th, but 8th!!!! My baby is a scrawny chicken!!!! He's practically malnourished!!!

It's my fault, I've known my milk supply was low but I've just kept exclusively nursing hoping to increase my supply even though I could tell Topher wasn't happy with what I was giving him. I felt really bad today even though my pediatrician said it's not a huge deal, that we just need to up his calories. So now I'm doing a combo of nursing, bottle feeding breastmilk, bottle feeding formula, and we're gonna start rice cereal, too! It's a fun game called "Fatten up the Topher". Hopefully we can put some weight on the kid and I can redeem myself as a good mommy!

Dr. Seuss said...

"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."

mixed feelings

Tomorrow is my last day teaching.

I am SOOO excited to be a stay at home mommy. That was always the plan: teach for a few years, get my level 2 permanent license, have babies and stay home for a few years to raise kids, then go back to teaching later. Things are going according to schedule...

except...

Honestly, I am completely heartbroken to be leaving teaching. Tears rolled down my cheeks today as I started taking posters off the walls and packing books in boxes. I love Sandy Elementary. I love the kids, I love the teachers, I love my classroom... it has become my home away from home. It's always hard to leave (and I should know, this is my 3rd school in 4 years), but this time it's really tough cuz it seems much more permanent. I'm leaving, not to go to another school to teach, but not to teach at all. I love teaching. I'm good at it.

Don't get me wrong; I'm definitely not having second thoughts about staying home. I know that is what I want to do and where I'm supposed to be is at home with my sweet baby Topher. But tomorrow is gonna be rough, I can feel it. I'm not good at saying goodbye.

Seems like I cry on the last day of school every year, but I have a feeling this year will be the hardest of all.