Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Toddler Bed, Ankle, and Bon Jovi

Yes, that sounds like an odd combination, but those are the things that have been happening in my life since I last blogged. So, here's the update:

We moved Tripp to a toddler bed a week and a half ago. The first few times he slept in it he went to sleep on the floor and we had to scoop him up and put him in bed. I guess waking up in it helped him realize it is for sleeping so he's gotten the hang of pretty well. We do still occasionally find him asleep in an odd place though. Easy found him sacked out on top of the cedar chest in his room and also caught a glimpse of him early one morning sleeping under his bed with only his feet sticking out. All in all it's been a good transition though. The worst part is that now that he can get up and play he's been getting up REALLY early. I'm talking 6:00 early. For those of you who know me well, you know this is not how I function. I'm trying to teach him that mommy doesn't get up until 7:00. but he really does not seem to care. The other quirk we've hit is some regression on Paris' part. Since Tripp went into the toddler bed she has refused to sleep in her twin bed. She has instead been sleeping on her fold-out Dora couch that is not even long enough to accomodate her length if she stretches out. It's not worth the fight though, so we've just been letting her sleep there. I think the "Dora bed" is going to get packed for the new house while she is at school tomorrow.

In other news, I tripped on a toy (the Leap Frong Cash Register) last week (monday) and sprained the fool out of my ankle. I was carrying Tripp when I fell. Fortunately we fell into the couch so nothing but my ankle suffered the impact. Tripp just looked at me like "Why did you throw me on the couch you crazy woman?!?!" Paris was a real trooper. She went and found my cell phone so I could call a friend for help - I seriously couldn't really get up. She then held me on the couch and told me she was sorry I was hurt and that Jesus could make it better. I don't think she'd ever seen my cry due to pain. She has such compassion. She will be a good mommy one day. Anyway, with a lot of help from friends I got to the doctor and got my instructions. I almost laughed out loud when he said to stay off of it. Seriously, I have two kids. But, I did my best and the Lord humbled me so that I called and asked for help when I needed it from others. I'm on the mend now - just some twinges every now and then and a slight limp. The aircast is off so I look normal again too. (except of course for the VERY large belly - someone has already said I look ready to pop! I have 8 weeks to go people!!)

The ankle injury was on Monday, the best concert ever was on Tuesday. That's right folks - it was Bon Jovi time! And yes, I ignored my doctor's orders and went. I did use crutches so I was as "off" the ankle as possible without sacrificing the best anniversary present ever. The concert was amazing. Bon Jovi still rocks, and they definitely know how to please their mostly female crowd! My husband is such a good sport. He just let me scream and squeal like a teenager and did nothing but shake his head. I even saw him singing along a few times. He went and got me water when I needed it and stopped to get me food on the way there and the way home. I think it was one of those he was happy that I was so happy kind of deals. And let me tell you - I was HAPPY! Our seats were great, my husbnad is great, and yes, Jon Bon Jovi (and Richie Samboa and the rest of the band) is...great!

So, there you have it - I'm now just trying to catch up on laundry and things that didn't get done last week while I was on the injured list. Funny how I pushed myself to the concert, but felt no inclination to push myself to do household chores. What can I say - I am only human....a very pregnant human who decided an bum ankle was a good excuse to get as much rest as possible. That's all I've got. I'll try to have a point to my next post.


Chad said...

Jennifer, one of our college students went to that same concert. She only recognized two songs! What a disgrace. I wne to a Bon Jovi concert 17 years ago when I was 17. What I remember most? The aroma of marijuana... not that I was smoking it, but everyone else was. I also remember them performing Dead or Alive on a double neck guitar. Isn't wierd the things that stick out in your mind...

sarahdawn said...

A good friend of mine was concerned about the mj aroma. Fortunately the no-smoking rule applies in the Toyota center so it was a blissful smoke-free experience. As for only knowing 2 song - I feel sorry for Jennifer! They closed it out close dit out with Dead or Alive - the "national anthem" as they call it. It was awesome!

Traca said...

You know how much I love Bon Jovi! Needless to say I'm green with envy! Glad you had such a good time and wish I was with you. If ever Tripp & Brodie become unwilling to go to any more concerts, at least we know we can count on each other for a "date"!