Them Bones, Them Bones

So we had an awesome Thanksgiving.  We got to spend Thursday with Brian's side of the family and then headed up to my parents' on Friday night.  We got to spend a lot of time with my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, which was really great.  The kids enjoyed hanging out with all of their family and they even got some bonus time on Sunday. 

Sunday morning I officially became an old lady when I fell on the stairs to my parents' basement.  Me falling isn't totally unusual, I have been a klutz for a long time, but my ankle and foot really hurt at the bottom where I laid on the basement floor and called for help (which no one heard) and then limped upstairs.  I iced my foot down, but figured it was just sprained and bruised.  When we got back to Perrysburg that afternoon and my foot still really hurt I decided I should go see a doctor.  Brian took me to an urgent care facility where they confirmed that "Yes, Denise, you are an old lady".  I had broken a bone falling on the stairs.  If only I had had a Medical Alert to truly solidify it.

Anyway, here is a picture of the x-ray confirming my fifth metatarsal is broken in my left foot.

The Lessons of Fairy Tales

So I read the kids a lot of the old-fashioned fairy tales.  All in all I figure many generations have been told these stories and most of us ended up alright.  However, as I have been reading many of them I think they are quite violent and scary a lot of the time and I often worry about them causing nightmares.  So as we were driving to Ohio Northern University to go to the Holiday Spectacular I was talking to the kids about godparents.  I was explaining to Mackenzie that my Aunt Bonnie is my godmother like Aunt Shannon is her godmother and Aunt Tina is Isaac's godmother.  Mackenzie then asked me, "So who is my stepmother?"  I then explained to her what a stepmother is and under what circumstances she may have a stepmother.  To which she replied, "And then I would get chores?"  I paused as I thought about that comment for a second so, to clarify, she added: "like Cinderella?"  Then I had to explain that not all stepmothers are mean like Cinderella's and Hansel and Gretel's.

The kids enjoyed the Holiday Spectacular very much.  Isaac sat incredibly well through the show despite having to crane his neck quite a bit to be able to see, even when he was on my lap.  Throughout the show Mackenzie asked me if many of the characters were real, such as the cow, the polar bear and the Frosty the Snowman.  I answered her honestly that they were costumes, dreading when Santa came out and wondering what I would tell her.  Luckily she didn't ask about Santa at all.

Okay Then

So I decided to start working out again this week.  We have a very nice gym at work with approximately 9 treadmills, 8 elliptical machines and numerous other pieces of equipment that are not important to this story.  I got to the gym at lunch time today and was the first person there.  There are 3 TVs in the gym.  One TV had a Housewives show on it, the middle TV had CNN on it, and the last TV had ESPN on it.  So I got on the treadmill that was in front of the TV with CNN on.  After being on the treadmill for about 6 minutes a man came into the gym and of all of the equipment in the gym decided to get on the elliptical machine directly in front of me so that I could no longer see the TV with CNN on it.  So rather than watching the Penn State pedophile station I started watching the Housewives show.  I watched that for about 3 minutes when another man came into the gym, turned the Housewives TV to ESPN and got on the treadmill directly between me and the TV, and THEN started listening to music on his iPhone.  I didn't really want to watch ESPN or the Housewives show, but I couldn't help but think, seriously of all of the dozens of machines in the room these two men chose the two machines directly in front of me and between me and the TVs.  The only three machines in the entire gym in use were within a few feet of each other.  I spent the rest of my workout watching the time on my treadmill which I think makes a workout seem at least 3 times as long as it really is.  But I made it through, so yay.

On a lighter note, Brian attempted to remove the leaves from our yard last weekend.  He got through maybe a quarter of the yard.  The kids had a ball playing in the leaves, so I thought I would post a picture or two:

Oh, and the reason for the title.  As I was attempting to have a conversation about why Mackenzie should spend the night at Grandma and Grandpa's so that Brian and I could go out to a game watch last Saturday night she asked me whether I was going to sleep at Grandma and Grandpa's after we went out.  I started my answer with "No, but . . ." to which Mackenzie responded, "Okay then, I am not going."  It doesn't seem nearly as hilarious when I am typing it, but she seriously sounded so serious and adult that Brian and I both couldn't help but crack up. 

Tonight when I picked up the kids at daycare Isaac was upset and didn't want to go home.  So on the way to McDonald's he decided to tell me that he wanted Santa to pick him up at daycare and bring him presents.  That was funny enough and then Mackenzie chimes in with "Santa can't pick us up at daycare, you aren't allowed to see him."  I added that she was right and Santa could only come and bring their presents if they are sleeping in their beds at their house.  To which Mackenzie added, "Yeah, and he can only bring you ONE present."  Isaac got very quiet to think that one through.  Okay then.