Daniley is funny in things she says. We're always cracking up about something. Sometimes things she says I believe, and sometimes not. It's hard to know or tell when she is telling the truth. We've really been working hard on not lying lately. I didn't say we were in compliance, I just said we've been working on it. She sees the time out chair frequently.
Last night I noticed some scrathy streaks across her chest. I inquired, "What happened to your chest? It's all scratched. Did you fall down?" She said, "Paisley, my mean cat, did that to me. She scratched me. She is not nice." I pulled her over closely. I began to feel the marks....it was unusual. I inspected her closer. Then I said, "OH REALLLLLY????" Then I said, "Have you been in Mom's lipstick?" "Nope." "I'm gonna give you one chance to tell Mommy the truth. Don't tell Mommy any stories." Finally, she confessed, "It was only just a little bit of lipstick Mom." How she got it to streak out like that (very thin lines, I swear it looked just like scratches) I have no idea.
Okay, here's another one. We let her watch movies upstairs in the bar/playroom by herself. There is a candy machine in there. It stays locked and the keys stay up on a high glass shelf. Dan walked in to check on her one morning and she had her kid grand piano over there at the candy machine standing on top of it. That means she had pulled it from one end of the room to the other. Dan said, "What are you doing?" "Oh hey Dad, I was just trying to see all the different colors of the MMs." (She was going for the keys.) He asked her again. Same answer. So he gave her the line, "I'm going to give you one final chance to tell Dad the truth. Tell me what you were doing." Get her final answer: "I was just looking for a new experience, that's all!!" Sometimes it's hard to stay serious!! :-)

Well I don't have any exciting pictures....unless you want to see my knee split open and me drugged up in the hospital. I'll spare you. I am about a week and a half post-surgery. Physical therapy is doing me loads of good. I really wish I could just bend my leg and run like I used to but I know that will take time. My tibia was also fractured so I will be on crutches for at least 2 more weeks. It is difficult dealing with Lil' Darlin', because I can't pick her up and carry her. I have to rely on Dan a lot. I still do "half" the work, it's just a different half. For example, I can fix the dinner and fix the plates, but Dan has to carry the plates to the table for me. Because my hands are on the crutches, I can't carry anything. It's a drag. With that said, I've been shopping a few times to places that have those electric shopping buggies, and I am SO thankful for them because without them I couldn't buy anything if I couldn't sling it over my shoulder. Saturday evening Daniley and I went to Joann Fabrics and we got a scooter and shopped for THREE HOURS. (I'm still not over the fact that Daniley was content for that long!) Speaking of Daniley, she has been helping me out a LOT. If Lil' Darlin' is getting into trouble Daniley can move her into another room for me. Daniley also packed the car for me this morning including a car seat, laptop bag, work bag, diaper bag...everything but the baby. Getting up and getting both girls ready and into the car by myself is a huge challenge, especially when I am doing it by myself. That, however, is rare thanks to the wonderful family support that I have. My husband, grandmother, Dan's parents, and my mom have been a Godsend! I have come across a couple of awesome things through this: sitting in a chair in the shower is like heaven on earth! That hot water coming down over me for sure is sending up the gas bill, because I sit in there extra long. It's like a spa! Ooooh, I want to go in there right now. Also, I've had some quiet time and time to sew, and I've came up with some cute stuff. I was glad to go back to work today. I love working. I love my job, which is why I love working!! Hopefully this coming weekend we'll have more pictures to share. Thanks for stopping by.

So the Dr. said I tore my ACL, had a bone bruise, and fractured one of my bones. I was getting a lot of information at the moment so I can't be more specific. I just couldn't absorb it all. Thursday I went in for surgery and now it's Saturday night and I'm laid up on the couch. Dan is taking pretty good care of me. The family is helping out with the girls but they'll be back tomorrow. I pray Daniley doesn't get wild around my leg. One jump and life could be over. I'm in a decent amount of pain, but it's manageable. I'm nervous about upcoming therapy and also, at some point, Dan's gonna have to go back to work and I'm gonna be all alone. I can't wait to be back to my old self again. Each day I should feel a little bit better. Please pray for a speedy recovery!