Schnitzel with Noodles

And just a few more of my favorite things:

Happy children in new pj's

Minty green earrings snagged for a bargain

Carpet cleaners that do poo amazinglyCreepy self portraits by 4 year olds

Poorly executed family pictures

Nicely executed pictures of me and the Mr. sans offspring

Ladies Night

Bailee has been begging me to go see the movie Coraline since she first saw a preview a few months ago. I thought it looked scary and weird, but Bailee LOVES weird. (I'd even venture to say she's a little weird herself, but aren't we all?)

We decided to make a date of it. I haven't done that in a long time with her one on one and it was so much fun! Without Jackson climbing all over me during the movie it was heaven. And we LOVED it. 3D is the way to go. Bailee gasped and laughed, and talked at full volume the whole time(maybe some whispering lessons are in order...) And was very pleasantly surprised when she realized that we actually get to KEEP those awesome glasses:)

With the exception of one part where I actually had to COVER HER EYES(seriously, in a kids movie, I was TO'd) it was very enjoyable. I was a little worried it would be too scary for her, but luckily she doesn't scare easy.

My poor picture taking skills manifest themselves once again. I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself in the darkened theater by trying for a re-do.

Insert Expletive Here

First, a statistic: 1 in 4 people who go to stupid trampoline places are seriously injured*

Yesterday, the four of us were having a grand time at this lovely establishment:

When suddenly, the unthinkable occurred. As Scott and I were racing each other across the trampolines, his fat butt threw me off balance and I went flying head first into the divider between two trampolines-a wooden beam covered with a piece of carpet(perfectly safe, right?)

A flash of light, and I lay semi-coherent across the expanse of trampolines. My first thought was for my head- it seemed fine. Then my wrist began to throb. Apparently it also collided with the beam.

It's after 5, so we head to Instacare. After a cursory exam and some x-rays, the verdict:

Not broken.

What? It feels like it's about to fall off, I'm not exaggerating.

The doctor goes on to explain. Even though it's not broken, apparently the ligaments have torn. So it's just a really bad sprain.

But wait- you can't wear a brace because your wrist needs to be able to move in order for the ligaments to heal properly.

And oh yeah, you're going to be in excruciating pain for 2-3 weeks.

But wait, you can wear a wrap on it as long as your wrist isn't immobilized(what's the point?)

And don't lift anything heavy or make any repetitive motions with your hand because that can damage it even more(two year olds aren't too heavy right?)

And if it still hurts after a few weeks, you might have to have surgery to repair the ligaments. But don't worry about that.

Oh yeah, one more thing: Make sure to put ice on that GIANT goose egg on your head at least 3 times a day or you might be stuck looking like you have a golf ball sticking out of your forehead for the rest of your life.

Did I mention it's my right wrist? I'm practically crippled now.

At least everyone else had fun. To quote Bailee: "This is the best day of my life!"

PS- these pictures were taken AFTER "the incident". Apparently when I take pictures with my left hand they turn out blurry.

*statistic based purely on my own observations, which are almost always correct