Where Does Time Go?

I am having a hard time believing that tomorrow Elliot will be 18 months old. It feels like I just got home from the hospital with him. Every day is a new word, new skill.

He have even had his first real injury. Poor Elliot lost a fingernail. It still looks pretty yucky, but at least it's scabbed over and healing. We are just hoping the nail grows back, and it's pretty likely it will.

I also can't believe that in 11 short weeks, baby #2 will make his arrival. I'm excited and sad all at the same time. I'm excited to have another bundle of joy. I'm excited for Elliot to be a big brother. But I am sad because my baby won't be the baby anymore. I am sad because all my attention won't be able to be on Elliot and he will have to share his mommy.

Those Things are Dangerous!

Anyone who knows me IRL knows that I get hurt doing the dumbest things. Fracture my wrist falling UP stairs, fall off a Pogo Ball and bust up my elbow, crack my head open going from crouching to standing up in the bathroom. Yes, these are just a few examples of the things that happen to me.

Yesterday, after getting home from a FABULOUS lunch at a local restaurant, I was setting Elliot down. In my coat pocket was this cup...

Now, I know it didn't fit perfectly into the pocket, but my hands were full with Elliot and his books. Well...as I put Elliot down this thing falls from my pocket and lands on my toe. I jumped up and down, trying not to cry, screaming "OW, OW, OW!" because it hurt sooooo bad. I think my toe might be broken, or at least very, very bruised and injured. It's still swollen this morning, I had to find a pair of shoes that didn't squish it or it would kill me and any little bump sends shooting pains through it.

Only me!