mega me

geof. i want to go the concert in the park with you and eat picnic dinners and ice cream. that sounds like a little bit of heaven. and i want to be in utah for memorial day weekend. if i thought i could make the drive i would be working hard on cory. i have great stories to tell today. first we got a package from the colorado bennetts yesterday and my kids were over joyed because they know if it's from adam and mindi it's going to be good. well it was more than good, it was the cutest little ducky, baby towel ever (which she made with her own two hands). and the funniest letter from mindi. she doesn't just rock, she rock 'n rolls. adam how did you and all of us in turn get so d a m n lucky. (that's me spelling it out, not saying it because there are children around.) i went to enrichment last night which was pretty fun, then me and my two night time workout buddies went to the gym. i told you i just couldn't stay away. so there i am waddling very slowly, but at an incline, when a familiar car pulls up. i see cory's head pop through the door so i go over to talk to him, thinking whow this can't be good. i was right, there was blood all over his shirt. i run (waddled) back, turned off my treadmill, and told my friends i will catch them later. apparently, wil and benny had been playing a bit too rough, like always and benny had pulled a blanket out from under wil and his head hit the corner of the coffe table. those things should really be out lawed, i'm now in search of a round one. i suggest you all do the same. you see we had is same problem with benny two years ago. so anyways i jump in the car and we go up to mom's to drop off the big kids. then off to the hospital. (oh cory did call 911 and the fire department came and cleaned him up and said he had to get stiches.) the wait time at the emergency room was not too bad. wil was in a good mood and cory filled me in on ai. then we had to go back into the exam room which wilohm new right away meant trouble. but as long as "mommy hold it" and daddy did funny things he was fine. when the doctor came in they put him in this little papoos (spelled wrong) thing, which he hated. and it didn't do much good because he was out of it in 2 seconds flat. so like lyd we are going to put him in the circus. cory and i held him down while the doc gave him a shot, that only numbed half the area he stiched, and five stiches. the whole time he kept saying "all done mamma", and i would say "almost", and he would say "'k' mamma". then he started saying "i'm good mamma, but i'm good". i think even the doc got a tear in his eye. he is such a sweet baby!!!! cory carried him out of the hospital, because he smelled like blood and death, (the same smell). and i was having such severe cramping, i couldn't stand up straight. thus why i was suppose to stop going to the gym. so that is my blog, a bit long i know, but all had to be told. i love all........me