One of those Duh moments...

Ok, you'd think after living in Indiana for 2 years I would have a solid understanding of the weather. But you see, Indiana weather is not like anything else I have ever experienced, it is wild. 

It's like living in a Twilight zone. I can hear the creepy "dodo dodo dodo dodo" music in my head daily.

Nope... I have not grasped anything. I am still a Carolina girl, and typically there are not drastic changes in the weather down home. 

A friend of mine told me that while the weather may be cooky hear down home they are expecting a "frankenstorm" next week. But you know what? I greatly miss Hurricanes. I have seen more natural disasters here than I ever cared to see. I mean at least with a hurricane you know what to expect and when or about when it's going to hit. 

It was 79 degrees outside yesterday. Kids were running around the park in shorts and I was wearing flip flops... yes... flip flops...in October. 

I don't know if I should wear flip flops or snow boots and I will say that this is very disturbing for me. It's a decision that weighs on me daily and I promise it's about to give me grey hair. 

Today (with the thermostat reading 44!!!) I chose flip flops only because they were at the top of my pile of shoes and while rushing out the door to preschool I really didn't see the time to dig for anything "warmer".

I am still currently thawing out my little piggies, and from here on out I shall dig for the appropriate shoes. I have learned my lesson... the hard way... and I will take note. 

Oh did I mention it's raining too. AND I still chose the Old Navy specials. I am sure that my Papaw is looking down from Heaven shaking his head, saying "Did I teach you nothing?"

Going full force at Mach 3

I realize that I have not posted since September...why??? Well lets just say October has been interesting.... the events go as follow...

At the beginning of October or maybe a little bit before I noticed that Zoe had been walking with a limp. I didn't think too much about it because she had gotten the flu shot earlier that first week and I (being the optimistic mother that I am) chalked it to all up to said shot.

About 2 weeks passed (yes, I said 2 weeks) and she is still limping, I (being the optimistic mother that I am) figure it is maybe a growth spurt that has caused her to, now, "toe walk" a bit. My suspicion is confirmed when my father in law comes in to watch my kids while the hubs and I go on an annual marriage retreat. Upon returning said limp is only worse and my FIL now recommends that I take her to the pediatrician and have it checked out because he believed she would only need a little physical therapy. By that Sunday, the "limp" is awful so I begin to think the worst and FINALLY take her to have x rays. After the ER doc states that it is NOT broken for a brief moment I relax... his next words are "it could possibly be something neurological". Oh Geez... something with the brain or nerves... FABULOUS!!!!

The next morning we head to the pediatrician, where in a brief moment of deja vu, I have my 2 year old in my lab and the doctor puzzled not knowing what is going on. Blood work and then a referral to the "big hospital".

{Needless to say that was a very worried, tearful, praying ride home}

After waiting all day I finally get a call from the office and they tell me that her blood work was fine (insert HUGE sigh of relief)

Long story short, we head to Cincy and the big wigs find a small fracture in the cuboid bone in her foot, evidently this is a very common fracture in toddlers, especially overly active toddlers ( a massive understatement for my Zoe). So my little princess is now in a pink and "farkle" (sparkle) and glow in the dark cast until the 29th.

Oh that's not the end of the story, because anyone that knows my crazy family knows that we don't just do things half way... The following day I get a call from the hem/onc clinic for Brac. His IGG level was too low and because he didn't get his IVIG therapy during his monthly clinic visit, back to Cincy we went. While there we learned that his hemoglobin had dropped and that now he needed a transfusion. OH JOYS!!!! So what was supposed to be a 5 hour day turned into an 8 hour day.

Cause there just isn't a whole lot do here but sleep.

A midst all the chaos  thus far we did manage to squeeze in a trip to the Children's museum, my sister in law and myself plus 6 kids always a fun time. Brac enjoyed the day with his best buddy/cousin, Charlee. So all that chaos was very much worth it. 

2 days of normal passed and then while playing with his dad, Brac fell, catching his toes on the seat of his kiddy picnic table. Oh my, surely I can't have 2 kids with a broken foot. So I insisted that he wait a through the night. The next morning he still couldn't put weight on it so he too was in the urgent care getting x rays. I was sure it was something else. I mean, seriously, what are the chances that I would have 2 kids in casts?? Evidently very good.  

Yes!! Broken!!!  In 2 stinkin' places. Supposedly this is due in large part to the prolonged steroid use and it making his bones a bit brittle.  So, because of his history I was referred to CCMC, where I sat in a waiting room for 2 1/2 hours only to hear the same thing and to be told to call Ortho to follow up and have a hard cast put on. That is where we are headed today in fact. 

Oh the story doesn't stop there. I thought that Caleb had missed the boat, but how dare I doubt the world of chance. He had his 9 month check up and to look at my sweet calm baby you would think he was perfectly fine, but on the contrary, after taking a peek in his little ears, they are infected. His first ear infection!! And he got a double whammy. 

9 months ~ 20lbs and 28 inches long.... my baby is getting big

So the excitement just continues in the Adkins home. I am running ragged getting things situated for Brac's big party and we are embracing life with our accident prone crew. 

I will say that I am a little nervous that things have been happening in 2's. I mean,  this would make any WOMAN nervous. ;)