Last Wednesday, H went to play frisbee with his buddies here and got smacked in the face and his foot got crunched. He's still limping and grimaces whenever he tries to smile. Poor guy.
We got word recently that my Uncle Sam had taken a fall ... causing a brain bleed ... and due to a number of other complicating factors, he passed away sometime last night. I'm planning on heading home to be with the Swanns for a few days with Edison once we know what's what. Prayers for my Aunt Ellen and cousins Beth, Sam and Lindsay would be appreciated. Dad and my Uncle David could likely use a few as well.
Last night was also a huge night for E -- he finally took a bottle. Yep, he's 7 months old and has not taken more than a swig or two of any bottle offered, even though we try every 2 or 3 days. We've gone through a lot of formula in the process. Hopefully we can get him to take one a day for a while until he will take more and eventually wean himself and give me a bit more freedom. He's gotten really good at drinking from a cup in the meantime, however.
Here are a few pics from the last few days:
C with Estella, the upstairs neighbor. (My mom got C that dress, and it's nearly in tatters, she wears it so much.)
G is using a water gun to water the plants while C plays in the water table.
Chillin'.
I made a beanbag toss game the other day. H and the kids seem to really enjoy it.
E is so wiggly C couldn't hold on to him. G barely could, and this was the only shot I was able to take.
Post-army crawl. I tried to get a video of him doing it, but he was far more interested in watching me with the camera to cooperate. Notice the fish toy? It's part of his entertainment center thingy, but he's attacked it so much that it doesn't always stay locked into the unit ... he loves that thing.
Praying for safe travels!
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