Wow....

Well, the Sauceda family just couldn't stand to make this just another Thanksgiving, we had to make it one to remember... so, my son decided to break his first bone! UGH! My poor baby broke his wrist... and THAT is how my week started off. It was already a weird week because my boss officially retired last Friday and now I answer to my 'big' boss who offices in South Carolina. It shouldn't be anything new to me because there have been periods in my working career that I have been completely alone in a building for months, but it was our own portable building... now we are in a real building with lots of people and it is weird but I almost feel like we don't have anyone looking out for us, kinda like we are in a fishbowl....

I am more aware of how they look at our area and to start off the week having to call in because Noah broke his wrist...not good. But, such is life. My son was NOT happy that I even went to work and left him at the Momo's house in the first place. I am scheduled for vacation next week so I HAD to go in, I am already far behind and this wasn't helping...

We have kept Noah home from school because they only put his arm on a splint with a wrap around it, the break was just a smidge from being clear through (seriously, I wanted to throw up looking at the X-ray, i felt horrible because it had happened the night before and Johnny thought it was just a sprain) and then there is a small piece of the bone where the break started that kind of chipped and turned... ugh... and they won't put a cast on it until the Ortho Dr. x-ray's it again to make sure it is setting and healing correctly.. and if it isn't, they will have to do surgery... I really don't want to think about that. I am totally freaking trying to keep a 4 year old from jumping around and banging the arm and finishing off that break. I am really really sad because he will miss his last football game too.....

I know I am going to gain 15 lbs. this week because I have been eating everything in sight just because of stress... in fact, i just scarfed down two pieces of cinnamon toast... oooopsy...

I'll post a pic of Noah with his 'soft' cast... he is torturing me with that broken wrist I just don't want him to fall on it... That is his newest excuse for trying to get out of bath time...the water 'hurts' it... whatever.... How can you gripe at a kid with a broken wrist? Not to mention his Aunties and Grandma's are treating him like a piece of fragile china... that boy is totally rotten...

Life is good, God is good and I am so ready for Turkey day! I am so very grateful for the people at the hospital that were good to my baby and let a big girl cry because she felt bad. I am even more grateful for a family that loves my little boy so much they have been spoiling him rotten...