Sunday, September 19, 2010

Setting Up Camp

Murphy has come.  I don't think he has any intention of moving out.  And quite frankly, I don't care for him or his law.

Saturday morning I decided to take the kids to see the airplanes at the local aerospace museum so Jeffrey could get some studying done un-interrupted.  I had Faye in my arms, and began walking out the door when Murphy tripped me.  I heard a small snappish sound and went forward.  I hit the car, and landed on my back.  Faye did not get hurt, for that I am eternally grateful.  However, I think I sprained my ankle. 

Swelling causing an unfortunate Cankle.

Needless to say, walking on it is not permitted much.  And even more needless to say, my poor house is going to have a serious lack of order or cleanliness.  But that is what happens with an injured ankle.

Since I could not do much walking around, the kids went to their grandparents to be watched after.  While there Keith somehow received a good solid bonk on his head.  He is now the proud owner of a blue and green goose egg on his forehead.  And today he decided to try a flip off the table and acquired a twin bruise on the small of his back.

Faye, not to be outdone by her brother, also bonked her head and has a nice red scratch across her forehead.  The only person to not get hurt this weekend was Jeffrey.

We went to the mountains today.  I couldn't walk around, so we decided to go for a drive.  We went up the canyon, and I was so happy to see the changing of the seasons. 
So beautiful.  And I am so glad we went.  After the visit to the canyon, we went to my inlaw's for dinner.  We stayed two hours, and when we left, the air was thick with smoke and the whole mountain side seemed to be covered in flames.  I am so sad to see my beautiful mountain being destroyed. 

Murphy may have his fingers in a lot of pies, but there are still a few things neither he nor his lousy law have power over.  The smiles my little ones bring to me.  For example, Faye is re-learning to eat.  Rather, I am slowly teaching her that she is not a chipmunk, and does not need to eat like one. 

And what a dear boy my Keith is.  Friday he saw me vacuuming and insisted on helping. 

He vacuumed the rug for a good ten minutes.  I don't know if it has ever been cleaner!  And then later that day Keith helped me wash the dishes.  I love that he enjoys helping me around the house.  I don't know how I was blessed with such an angel.

So as annoying as Murphy is, I guess I can't complain much.  Not everything can go wrong as long as I have my family to make me smile.  Ha!  Take that Mr. Murphy!
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