As you can clearly see, the broken arm has really dampened her spirits. ;-)

humpty dumpty had a great fall...

and so did Alexis, unfortunately...which resulted in her new fashion statement (not the posed smile, the cast):
*sigh* Ya. She broke her wee little arm. The doctor and nurse said it was the smallest little cast they'd ever done.

Thursday night my lil Lexiloo fell off the computer chair and cried for a long time. I watched her fall (slow-motion stuff...like the dream where you can't move fast enough), and after her crying subsided, I moved her arms/wrists/elbows around to see if they were hurting. She did not react, so I assumed she just scared herself and put her to bed soon after.

The night was spent with me getting up out of bed every half hour or so from 11-3am, to see why she was screaming so shrilly. Moving her arms around still produced no extra cries, so we thought it was some bad gas (has happened before), and rubbed her belly when she'd cry (if only children could talk. I'm sure she'd have told her two moronic parents that DUH, rubbing her tummy wasn't helping the pain in her BROKEN ARM one iota).

*cute moment that would've been cuter had it not been 3am* I layed her down beside me, and she cuddled up close and wrapped her little arm around my neck...awww. I little cuddlers.

On Friday afternoon my in-laws decided that she was definitely favoring her right arm, and gave me a call (I have 6 piano lessons that I go 45 minutes away to teach). My last student really got gypped on her lesson...but what mother can concentrate on teaching when she knows her baby might have a broken arm?!

And so...we have a little one with a cast. I signed it already, of course. It says 'I U! ~ Mommy'...but with the way the cast hangs, it looks more like I wrote 'I Mommy.'

it wasn't me

Last night, as we sat in our little booth talking and laughing at Alexis' antics, we were the picture of a nice little family. The two older ladies who were seated in the booth behind ours gave us warm smiles as they passed by.

That's why it was doubly embarrassing when I flicked a rolled up piece of paper at David and missed the one lady's head by mere inches.

How do you view me?

I couldn't resist...I'm following the latest blogging fad. If you go here: http://kevan.org/johari?name=Joy%20K you can pick out 6 words that describe me.

Pretty please? ;-) I'm really curious as to how I come across to others on here.

horriblescopes

mine was: If your boss keeps making mule sounds when you walk by, talk to HR.

bwahaha...I found that to be amusing. I know--wacky sense of humor.

David's: You will have a romantic interlude with a strong, athletic person sporting a Tom Sellick-type mustache.

hmm. I think it disturbs me to think about the possibilities available for David with such a person.

no good

I walked into the bowling alley with high hopes. Last time I bowled when I was pregnant (with Alexis), I did better than ever before. I've been working out with weights regularly, so my arm was prepared to powerfully launch the ball down the lane.

(Observation that has little to do with this post: About two lanes down from us, there was a very interesting group of young people. Two of the boys were dressed in jeans and plaid cowboy shirts. One sported a cowboy hat. The one girl was dressed normally, but her friend...well, she had on a pink poodle skirt (complete with poodle). And black tights. With a red shirt sticking out from under a white sweater. We gave her the benefit of the doubt, and assumed that she had lost a bet which forced her to wear very unattractive clothes out in public.)

We only played two games, and I did awful. I mean, like, *really* bad. Maybe I wasn't concentrating. Maybe I'm out of practice. Or maybe I just rot at bowling. Whatever the reason, my scores were embarrassingly low. The kind where you slink back to your chair and hope the rest of the group was too busy chatting to notice how 'off' your aim was. heh.

Glancing at the scores of those next to us helped me to not feel so alone. Then I noticed the 8 empty bottles of beer littering their table...and watched the one guy take 2 minutes to get his 'bowling fingers' into the bowling ball holes. Okay, so my low-score-company was two drunk guys...figures.

7 months...and counting

Finally got around to taking my 7 months pic...sorry I skipped my sixth month. I'm sure if you compare the '7 month pic' to the '5-1/2 month' one, you can make a pretty accurate guess as to how big my tummy was at that time.

Please excuse my hair...I was having a static problem. I *think* it's due to the new shampoo/conditioner I got, but this frieze carpet (while I love the look and feel) does NOT help one bit. Our den has the thickest carpet, and after Lexi trots around in there once or twice, her hair is all standing on end. It looks pretty amusing on her, but is annoying when it happens to me, of course.

intensely disturbing

My in-laws are wonderful people. Due to the fact that we do not have a treadmill, and I can't cart Alexis out in the cold, they allow me to use the *very nice* treadmill in their basement.

As I was running this morning, Jeff (FIL) stuck his head around the corner of the stairs to inquire after Alexis.

Poor guy. A girl, seven months pregnant, running in his basement. As bad as it sounds, it must be MUCH more disturbing to actually behold with the naked eye.