Okay... to get my phone to stop ringing, here is a quick update.
Dalton is doing better. After spending five days on crutches, he was back up and moving with a brace. Since it's a high ankle sprain, the recovery is a little longer. He returned to football practice yesterday. However, the pain and inability to rotate his ankle to make his "cuts" on the field will be keeping him sidelined for another week. As a mother (and nurse) I'm agree with that decision and had even tried to prepare Dalton for it. He's in good spirits nonetheless.
Devin aced his first two college Sociology exams! Of course, how could he not breeze through the id, ego, superego Freud section? The boy lives to define these... literally!
Emmalie and I had a very interesting time at the State Fair on Sunday. I have never seen so many missing teeth, tattoos, body piercings, cowboy boots and pregnant women at the same time since my days in the trauma bay! It was the first time Emmalie hasn't fought off holding my hand in public in weeks. Poor girl was somewhat frightened by the crowd. (She'd never been to a fair before). The concert was short, but good... well, once you got past the thousands of screaming teen and school-aged girls that is!
Bethanie is preparing for her big third birthday. She wakes up every morning wanting to know if it's "Ok-ober sebenth" yet! Our baby girl is fast making us realize she is not a baby any more. At least until she uses her favorite statement.... "Mommy, when I get big.... " :)
I'll close with Bethanie's funny for the day. She and Emmalie were playing with dolls. Bethie had her blonde-haired Strawberry Shortcake doll, and Emmalie the purple one....
Emmalie: "Mommy, smell my doll. She smells like grapes!"
Bethanie: "Mommy, smell MY doll. She just smells like poop!"
I'm guessing Bethie doesn't know what a lemon smells like! And doesn't like it either!