Bows and Boo boos

It's Saturday night, and frankly, I didn't know what to do with myself. It was wierd. 6:00 rolled around, Jere was at work, Julie went off to the hospital and it was me and the kidlets. All I could think was...."what now?" Normally I'm just fine with sitting at home and doing nothing. But for some reason, I couldn't face it tonight. My DVR is FULL of all my reality goodies that NEED me to watch them, my kitchen is a mess, my bedroom is reprehensible, there was much to do, but NOT tonight. I felt like my kids needed to get out and play somewhere else. So, what did I do? I drove over to my sisters house and sat on her bed whilst she went through her entire closet and weeded out all her too big clothes. Seriously, she looks amazing, but it makes me sad that one, she has SO MANY FREAKING clothes, and two that they're all too big, and I just feel fat, fat, fatty. But, that's neither here nor there. Point is, I sat on the bed, expressed my opinions on clothes and my kids played happily for an hour or so. By the end Max was D-O-N-E, DONE! I loaded up the screaming kids, and headed out. The whole drive home Maggie kept saying.."Allyson (yes she INSISTS on calling me by that these days) I'm so tiiiiiired, I want my nummy and night night." Max just screamed at the top of his lungs, which being translated meant, "I'm soooooo tired you rude woman, take me home and give me my night night." Don't worry, I totally know how to speak Max. Oh brother, this is really a lot of dumb exposition to simply say, I didn't know what to do with myself, and now I still don't, so I'm doing an entry on truly nothing. I have so many pictures that I take and then don't use, or mean to use, etc. So, here goes BOWS:

One morning I looked up and these silly girls looked like this. They had taken all of Brooklyns bows out of her bag and decorated up their heads. Maggies made almost a perfect hat, and it cracked me up. In this picture I was TRYING to direct them to pose a certain way. Unfortunately, modeling is NOT in these girls future. They have no ability to follow my brilliant direction. Good thing they're cute.

In other news....if you didn't already know....Jeres Mom is in the hospital after what can only be described as a TRAGIC accident of epic proportions. It seems that she was innocently trying to go to breakfast last Sunday when gravity had different plans. She began to lose her balance on a step and in the shortest explanation possible, she caught air and landed at the curb, in the process fracturing her left wrist, breaking her right shoulder, spraining her knee and bruising all her ribs. The break was severe enough that she required shoulder replacement surgery. She's still in the hospital and will be for awhile. And when they finally release her, she'll be released to a nursing home for rehab, which will probably be at least 2 months. It's a nightmare really, in so many ways. But, the good news is, she came through the surgery and she seems to be doing fairly well, other than the fact that she doesn't breathe (rib pain) and is on constant oxygen. Sooooooo, the other day we got the kids together and had them make her some get well cards. It was actually a fun, sweet little project to do. It made me realize that I really should spend a little more hands on time with my kids, it really means a lot to them.

Jere is asking Maggie what she wants to say on the card here. It went a little something like this: "Get better soon. I love you. Get better gramma. I love you lot gramma Peg."

Max is signing his card for Gramma. It was so cute; When he wasn't eating the crayon that is.

Working hard on their drawings, and loving words. Needless to say Gramma loved her get well cards.

Ribbons and arm braces,

Allyson