The Return of Murphy's Law

 let me preface this by saying that i do not actually believe that murphy's law rules my life. amazing things have happened this weekend. an innumerable amount of them, in fact.

my friend came to town with her daughter (my god daughter!) who is the same age as jp.

she also brought a friend with her who turned out to be an incredible, interesting, easy going, and kind person.

my god daughter won a prize at gymnastics.

i had my first real girl's night out since.... ummm... well, let's just say it's been over a year.

we had a great day at the beach on sunday

we held a moderately successful garage sale over the weekend that resulted in more space being cleared up in the house.

i made yummy beer bread.

the list goes on and on.

but this also happened at gymnastics:

 

this is one of those times that i am grateful that i'm not cool enough to have a wildly successful and well known blog, because i am in no mood to listen to the cynics and judges telling me that these are the consequences of irresponsible parenting and that gymnastics aren't safe.

it happened on a trampoline, i'm fairly positive it's my fault, and he has a buckle fracture beneath his knee. of all of the injuries he could receive at such an exploratory age, we're lucky it was this one-- assuming that the ER x-ray read was correct, this type of fracture heals in 3-4 weeks in a splint or cast. that's not horrible.

what IS horrible is that the same evening of this incidence, cam, my god daughter, vomited EVERYWHERE in the crib and room she was staying in. i mean EVERYWHERE. and it was vile. one child is broken outside, the other is broken inside.

it was a messy evening.

jp is also teething, which certainly isn't helping! he's having a very rough time sleeping and my mind became momentarily overwhelmed with the thought of having an immobilized 16 month old (i know that sounds like a good thing, but it in fact is not when said child is a very determined mover!) while trying to pack a house and embark on a move in 2 weeks. when you add orthopedic appointments to an already overloaded schedule, it certainly feels like your world is beginning to cave in around you. 

listening to your poor boy screaming and crying for hours and hours on end also seems to have that effect.

but we decided to put on a brave face and take the rest of the weekend head on. i'm glad we did.

 

i think jp was pretty happy about it too. :)

murphy, you may continue your attempts to ruin our weekends and our lives, but you will not succeed. with a name like murphy, my guess is that you're a drunk. and that means that eventually, you'll get lazy and drop your guard.

and i will maul your face.