Cal breaks his arm.. :(

Well, as much as I hate to admit it, here is what will probably be a first of several for our rough and tough little guy. We have our first official broken bone!

On Tuesday evening after bath time (I just happened to capture the moment before the havoc in this pic) cal was playing on his rocking chair and just being in a generally foul mood when he suddenly fell sideways. I immediately didn't like the way that he had fallen, or the fact that he was fussy afterwards but, as Adam pointed out, it was long past bed time and cal is known for his fussiness at these times. I offered to make a run to the ER but we decided to put cal to bed and see if he fell asleep(because we thought "no one can sleep with a broken bone" right?!?!), which he immediately did (fall asleep, that is).

But then, the next morning, which just so happened to be the day of his 16 month check up, I noticed that he was not using his right arm as much as usual and that if he did use it, he would fuss or almost like buckle under any pressure, so I called the doctor.

Well, one long wait, some x-rays, a cast and a Dr. ali later, here is cal


attempting to eat for the first time with a cast, he will be a leftie now for sure!


BUT, that is not the end of this treacherous story, because cal is one of thost kids where there is always a twist. cal thought he wanted nothing to do with this silly short cast and proceeded to take it off several times wednesday night and all day thursday

so on friday, in to see dr. stepanic and a new cast... one that even my little houdini can not remove!

got to show off

Cal really is showing off after his haircut

he loves to play peek-a-boo around the corner from the hallway into the living room, and here he is really hamming it up for mom and dad in the living room.

You really should hear him laugh when he does this, it is absolutely hilarious!

And doesn't he look like such a man now with his big boy hair cut?!?

Cal's first haircut

After a long year of not really having a lot of hair, it was finally decided in the wahl household that cal had grown enough to have his first big boy haircut. He was growing the cutest little curls around his ears, but come on now, enough is enough!

Cal before going to get his hair cut for the first time...

not sure what to think of this strange lady and her "hair clippers"

all is well, now that I have a sucker and can see what is going on in the mirror

there was a mishap with the clippers towards the end of the cut where cal got a small scratch on the back of his ear, so that means that mom will probably be doing most of the haircuts from here on out. Plus, it really is pretty easy with little boys!

Searching for a home...

Here we go...
Time to find a bigger house.
It is both exciting and nerve-wrecking. I am sure that most of us have been there at one point in our lives. I was lucky, when I came into the mix, my husband was wise enough to have made purchase of a home instead of throwing his money away on an apartment until forever ends... and so I married him and automatically inherited a pretty nice, albeit small, home with a lot of charm. Here we are, 5 years later, with a baby, a dog, two cats, and a lot more stuff... I am sure you know what that means, everybody needs their stuff. Anyway, it is time to shop for a bigger home, with a bigger yard (most important) and a semi-nice basement (second in importance) "for to keep all of our stuff."
So we put our tiny house on the market, a market our realtor described as trying and difficult in these bankrupt times, fully expecting not to sell for at least several months.... But you know how life is, wouldn't be any fun without a few curve balls! Only two weeks on the market, and we got an offer, after only ONE couple walked through! Absolutely amazing! I would pride myself on the fact that they loved our little home because of my wonderful decorating sense and meticulous housekeeping, but then I would just be outright lying.
okay okay, it was probably just the damn cute house itself!
So now comes the hard part, trying to find the perfect spot for all the formerly mentioned family members. and if unable to do that, at least finding a space we can reside in until we find that perfect home. To the rescue comes my mom and dad. The question is, do I want to live in a house again with them?
This brings memories of the torrent of my teenage years living with them flooding back to my mind.
"Let's find us a house, honey... and fast!"