Are you kidding me?!

Last night I was making dinner and Greg and Will were playing in the living room. Will ran around the corner down the hall and fell down like he does about 100 times a day. He didn't fall on anything, trip on anything besides his own feet, hit against the wall or anything, so we thought he would be fine like he always is. He was a little fussy off and on through dinner, and then we took him right in for a bath. Then we noticed he wouldn't stand on his left foot and he screamed anytime we touched it. We thought he might have just bruised or sprained it and debated taking him in the the after-hours clinic at the pediatricians. I pretty much thought we didn't need to, but in the end decided I would rather do it at 7:00 pm instead of having hours and hours more of fussing and then taking him to the emergency room in the middle of the night. So anyway, Greg and I and the doctor were all suprised to find out Will broke his foot in 2 places! He's got a temporary splint on right now until the swelling goes down and then Monday he will get a cast that will stay on for 6 weeks! He's been such a trooper through the whole thing. Last night when the doctor was applying the splint he had to hold Will's foot at a 90 degree angle for 10 minutes and all the nurses kept coming in saying "Why isn't he crying? They always cry at this part!"
He's been really good considering everything. Occasionally he wants to walk but just cries out of pain and/or frustration and ends up scooting on his stomach or awkwardly crawling around. I'm pretty sure there's no way to explain to a one year old that he should lay on the sofa with his leg up and rest. Poor kid! Anyone have any ideas on how to bathe a baby with a cast?

Who?!

Ok people, in response to the overwhelming number of beloved family and friends who keep asking "Who's Jack Johnson?", here is a little description from an article about the concert. This is because we are pretty much obsessed with his music and you need to find out what you've been missing! Listen to some of his songs on our playlist here or check him out at www.jackjohnsonmusic.com.

"So who is this Jack Johnson guy, the laid-back surfer dude who nearly filled the Usana Amphitheater to capacity on a moonlight-drenched Monday night? He exudes a beach persona yet his songs aren't as melodic as the Beach Boys and his concert is nothing like a Jimmy Buffett Parrothead festival. He's not afraid to sing a Cat Stevens song about the environment but he's no Bob Dylan.
The singer's deceptively simple approach to music, mostly performing with nothing more than an acoustic guitar, might remind you of Paul Simon, another artist who he covered Monday night, only Johnson's not quite as intense.
His songs touch on Bob Marley-style reggae, but can't be that easily classified and, with his close-cropped hair and plain clothing, Johnson certainly doesn't look like Marley. And the Maui resident and son of a surfer doesn't seem like the type of musician who could fill an arena the size of Usana."
"Johnson was the unabashed star of the night, as was his music. He's a performer with so little flash that he relies on interesting lyrics, excellent guitar work plus ukulele playing, and has a great keyboarder in Gill - all that makes him worth a listen."

JACK!

The Jack Johnson concert was last night at Usana amphitheatre in Salt Lake and it was GREAT! He sang some new stuff and some old stuff and it was just a lot of fun. This was Greg and my first "real"concert and we had a really good time. We dropped William off at Greg's parent's house before the concert and then spent the night there after. I would like to say we slept there, but for some reason, when we got back at nearly 1:00 am, Will woke up and decided it was morning. Needless to say, it was a very long night and has been an even longer day. It's been a high price to pay to enjoy some live music without the baby, but I think (hope...) it will have been worth it once I catch up on sleep again.
I think a love of music runs in the family.

It's Official

We found out this week that our next-door neighbors who we've become good friends with are moving to Italy for 7 months in January and would like us to house-sit for them. DJ (the husband) is a civilian F-16 mechanic and is currently working in Oman. He will come home for the month of September, then head over to Sicily in October and his family will follow in January until July or August. They have a cute little house (not as little as ours though!) and a dog and cat they will leave in our care. I'm excited to have more room and a dishwasher! After they get back, who knows where we'll go. We'd like to stay in the neighborhood and Greg will have one year of school left, so we'll see.

Road Rash

William has been able to get down our front porch stairs holding on to the railing for several months, but yesterday he didn't quite make it. The poor kid really banged up his face! It happened yesterday afternoon about 2 hours before we went to the Weber County fair so it looked bad. All these random strangers kept asking what happened and all I could say was "he fell down the stairs," which, I realized, is what abusive parents always say (at least the ones on TV). But really, he did. I guess we're pretty lucky though. This is pretty much the worst thing that's happened to Will ever, so he made it through 19 months a lot better than some other kids.

Good ol' Summertime

William loves playing in the water. He's always very (overly?) willing to "help" mommy water the flowers or the garden. The fun thing about summer is that when I'm done I give him the hose and let him go for it. It's usually so hot he's dry in 5 minutes anyway!

Have you seen this bug?

I don't know what they are, but every evening they swarm around the trees by our house and they are FREAKY! A brick is about 2 1/2 or 3 inches tall, so that gives you an idea how big this critter is. Usually during the day they disappear, but sometimes they like to hang out next to our front door all day! Yea! I know in the world of bugs this thing is probably nothing, but one of the reasons I love Utah is the major lack of freaky flying giant bugs!