OOOOUCHYYY!!!!!

Tuesday morning, Big Head woke me up just screaming to the top of his lungs. I went to his bedroom to find him laying in bed. He told me that his right knee was hurt so bad that he couldn't move it. I thought it must just be a charlie-horse and carried him to the bathroom as per his request. However, hours later he was still saying that it hurt so bad that he couldn't move it. So that afternoon, I took him to his doctor's office. That was a disaster in and of itself, let me tell ya! I was carrying Noah, holding my purse and diaper bag with one hand and had Christian in his car seat on the opposite arm. Noah had x-rays taken and blood work. And he did not give up his blood without a fight! It took four of us to hold him down. The x-rays came back normal and the blood tests would take about a day to get results back. His doctor informed me that if his pain persisted or he ran a fever then to take him to the ER. Well, that evening was tough as he laid there just crying as I took care of him. The pain did seem to be much worse and I feared that it may be an infection, like staph or something. My heart was pierced as I told Michael that I really thought we should take him to the ER (fearing that they may even have to amputate his leg, because of the great pain he was in)
Michael stayed with Christian while I took Noah to the ER. The doctor there tried moving his leg, but Noah screamed with all his might. She then came in about an hour later and stated that she had the blood work back from the previous day and that there was nothing alarming about the results. She looked at Noah and told him his leg was ok. Noah then started talking to me, and as he was I watched the doctor pick up his right leg and twist it all around. The child did not make a peep. No PAIN! Noah noticed me watching her finally and he looked down as she picked up his LEFT leg and moved it slightly. He creamed bloody murder. Then the doctor informed him that that was the wrong leg!!!! AAAHHH!

Toilet paper or a house, you choose…

About 6 months ago, Big Head, decided to become Big Toilet Paper Head. He would use the bathroom and use so much toilet paper that he literally stopped up the toilet several times! We were so exhausted with the whole thing that we may have exaggerated our words a bit to him:
Yesterday, Noah waddled into the living room naked, with a hand full of toilet paper. He looked down and sadly stated, “Mommy, I don’t want to get ran over by a car.” I had no clue what he was talking about so I asked him why he thought that could happen. He responded, “Well, I had to go poo poo a whole bunch, now I am gonna have to use more than 5 pieces of toilet paper, so we won’t have the money to live here anymore. And if we go live on the street, we may get ran over!”