Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The leg, it is broken


This picture was taken on Monday.  She can’t walk until she gets her cast on Thursday so Peyton must be toted around everywhere.  I’m not complaining as I’m getting a quite a few hugs, snuggles and loves I wouldn’t normally get from my too-busy 3yr old as I haul her from place to place.

She has especially honed her I’m-an-invalid-therefore-I-must-have-anything-my-heart-desires skills:

  • “Mommy, I need pickles.”
  • “Mommy, my leg hurts, I need ice.” (Really she just wants the ice to eat.)
  • “Mommy, come get me.”
  • “Mommy, Bubba’s lookin’ at my leg!”
  • “Mommy, come sit with me.”
  • “Mommy, I get another 'possicle?'…Pleeeeeease?”
  • “Mommy, where ARE you??!!”

Thank goodness big sister Sutton is home from college for a few days and has been utilized as Miss Peyton’s personal assistant for all things necessary (and when mom doesn’t do things just right.)


3-G The Poet said...

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Or my facebook page

Hoping you have a wonderful week filled with inspiration and laughter,

Jeni said...

what a lousy way to start summer ! sorry to hear it.
4:50 am??

Devin said...

It's hot here so we're both (Peyton and I) pretty bummed about it. Yeah, most mornings I start early:/