Excitement all over the Egeland household...my goodness. Chris was jumping around on our bed last night and decided that he wanted to jump to me...unfortunately he forgot to tell me that he wanted to jump to me...and to wait until I was facing him. I had my back turned to him when he decided to jump off the bed, I turned around ALMOST in time to catch him...almost. He realized at the last second that I was not going to be able to catch him so he tried to stop but couldn't. He went off the bed (head first) right into the corner of my night table; which, thankfully, broke on his way down. I think it softened the blow when it broke, if it hadn't it could have been REAL bad. He's got about a 2" scrape from his temple to just behind his ear. I was a little worried at first because just after he did that he was slurring his words when he talked to me. And his pupils were HUGE! (Just a little more than a sliver of color around the black), and he was looking like he was going to throw up. Then after he calmed down he was complaining that his stomach hurt. And he was starting to fall asleep. He was pretty upset that I wouldn't let him go to sleep. He kept crying and telling me how tired he was and he just wanted to sleep. I tried my best to explain to him why he couldn't go to sleep (without scaring him into NEVER sleeping again). Then I went to check his eyes, and believe it or not - 3 flashlights and none of them worked. So I called Jon to ask where his flashlight is. I decided we officially live in an "Egeland house" when I asked him and his first response was "Why, who hit their head?" Then he told me the black one works but it just needs batteries. So I started to go get some and as soon as Chris saw that I was leaving momentarily he started to go to sleep (but every time I picked him up he started to go to sleep). So I decided that he'd stay awake if he talked to Grandma. I felt a little bad because I know how that feels when you know your kids are hurt and you can't be there to cuddle them and hug them and let them know it's alright...I imagine it's much the same with your grand kids. But I let he know why I needed her to talk to him, so she kept him occupied while I found batteries. Well, when we woke him up last night to make sure that he could wake up well still we were asking Who's this? (point to Dad), Who's this? (point to Mom), what's your name? What's your brothers' names? How many fingers is Daddy holding up? etc. he looked like he thought we were the dumbest people alive. I tried to explain, but seriously, how do you explain to a 4 year old (well, almost 4) that we are waking you up because we want to make sure that you don't have a concussion and end up going into a coma in the middle of the night or something? But he seems to be doing fine. His pupils are normal, he can walk in a straight line, he woke up by himself this morning, and he's been actively playing all day. We called the Dr. this morning to check if we should bring him in, but they said "If you're worried then bring him in, if you think he's fine, he probably is." It was a long night though, he slept well (only woke up screaming twice...well, never woke up really, he was still sleeping)...but I was just too worried about him, so I didn't sleep well.

Ethan's post

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Oh, and I wanted to tell Grandma and Grandpa Vick thanks for that picture that you gave us for Christmas last year. Ethan LOVES it! He's even been sleeping with it the last few nights. I asked him who was in the picture and he told me it was "gam-ma and gam-pa-pa". He carries that picture with him EVERYWHERE! We can't wait to come see you guys. Love you!

Here's hoping!

Life is so hard when you are so technologically impaired. I have been trying to get these pictures up for so long. So here's hoping that you get to see some "Before" and "After" pictures of my bathroom. And a picture of my new piano.

Here's "Before"

One wall red, the next black, then red, then black. It looked like a giant checker board.

I HATED this bathroom...

He's "During" and I couldn't get the computer to actually SHOW the pictures of "After" so I will keep trying later. Just imagine this pattern across the entire wall...and a mirror back up under the lights. ;) The other walls are still just the light blue. I LOVE IT! (Thanks Mom for showing me how and helping me do it).

And here is my new piano! I love that as well. The day after we got it (we got it at night, so I couldn't play it very long the first day) my arms HURT from playing so much. But it was so worth it. I am the new pianist for the choir here and I haven't had ready access to a piano since High School (unless you count Butte, I could go to the church whenever I wanted...but it's not the same). So needless to say I am a little out of practice and having this IN MY HOME helps A TON!

Now no one can say I didn't show them pictures (except the completed "After" pix...but that's not my fault). I will try again when I post pictures of the baby's room (No Mom, it's not done yet...the crib is STILL in there, but as soon as we get that out, we will start painting that. Then on to the living room and Kitchen and eventually the boys' room. (Yeah, I'm a wanna-be over-achiever) ;)

A Child's view...

Topher broke one of his favorite cars a few days ago, but it's not in a way that I can just "snap" it back together. So he brought me his car and says "Mom, fix it...ppppplllllleeeeeeeeaaaaasssseeeee." I told him that I can't fix it, I need a special tool to fix it. He says "Oh, okay." and went back to the playroom. A few minutes later he comes back with his favorite tool (it's just like the one he sees Daddy use the most) and says "Here Mom...here's a special tool."

I fixed it the best that I could...

SWEET!!!!

I just got a new piano yesterday (I love my hubby...skipped 1/2 of his karate so that we could go piano shopping). Yes, I know, I am TERRIBLE at posting pictures, but I've just been too busy playing it that I haven't really gotten a picture yet. It's great though. And the guy that we bought it from has Lovell connections...what do you know...

I was glad that we went when we did though 'cause as we were getting everything ready and they were loading up our piano this couple walked in and was looking for an inexpensive piano and I know they would have gotten ours. The next closes to an "inexpensive" piano was almost twice what we paid for ours. I was so pumped, I asked how soon they could deliver it and they were like "we can deliver it whenever would be most convenient for you." so we were starting to set up a time when they could deliver it and I asked what would be the ABSOLUTE earliest that would be plausible for them to deliver it and they said "We could even deliver it tonight if that would work for you." So we had them deliver it right then. I was so happy! I can finally play the piano whenever I want (well, not at midnight or anything, but when people are awake I can play).

I PROMISE!!!!

I promise that one of these days I WILL get the pictures up of my bathroom. I am probably going to wait until I paint Justin's room though. And maybe the Living room and Kitchen. Yeah, I know, I am overly ambitious. But I am so excited. I already have all the paint ready to go, I just have to get Jon to help me move some things so that I can paint without getting all my kids high in the process. ;) LOL. Oh, and I am going to paint my little craft area (news to Jon...yeah like he ever reads my blog...he'll find out when he comes home one day and the wall is painted blue). We all know what he'd say if I asked if I could anyway "Do what you want Hon, I'm no good with that color stuff, so if you think it looks good you can do it." Yeah, he's great that way. I have my idea of what I'm going to do with the boys' room, but I have promised myself that I am NOT buying anymore paint until I have the projects done that I already have my paint for. I'm sure Jon's getting tired of tripping over paint by now. Really nothing much is going on (which I ALWAYS say is a good thing).

Topher is getting ridiculously too smart for his own good. (He wrote his name by himself this morning). His "Mom, What is it?" stage isn't that bad, because you only usually have to tell him something once and he'll remember it FOREVER! I don't know what I'm going to do with that kid in a few years when he smarter than me.

Ethan is still in that "I'm going to see how far I can go without getting into trouble stage". It's tiring at times, but he's still just so stinkin' cute that I can't get mad at him. (Now I know how my Mom felt). He does everything that Chris does, Chris is his hero. That will make me sad when that fades and he wants to be his own hero.

Justin is trying really hard to crawl, so that he can run around with his brothers...or run away from his brothers...depends on the day. :) He's getting real close.

Jon...hasn't broken, fractured, or dislocated anything lately...so yeah, we're all happy.

Heartattack!

Topher is the "informer" in this house. If he or Ethan or Justin needs help, he's the one to let me know. If Ethan gets hurt, he's on his way to get Mom. So while I was down in my scrapbooking room (at 9:00 at night) and I heard Topher yell "Mom, you go get him!" I (obviously) had to go investigate. I asked him what was wrong and he said "Ethan, Mom...he's outside." So I headed upstairs, assuming he went out the back (fully fenced in, so not that big of a deal...and they do that alot). Then Topher says "No Mom, Ethan out front door." We just put a child proof handle on the door because he kept doing that and I was thinking 'how in the world did he get out? Ethan can't open that door, and neither can Chris, we made sure of that when we bought the handle.' So I opened the door praying that he's sitting on the front step (as he will do occasionally). He wasn't there. Needless to say, it was pretty dark so panic set in pretty quick I looked all in our front yard and down the street...no Ethan. Then I had the feeling to go look upstairs (glad I listened) there was Ethan sitting in his room looking at me like he thought he might be in trouble. I was relieved and then I was VERY upset. I have no idea WHY Chris told me that Ethan had gone outside, but I was never happier that he had lied to me...(so to speak).