Welcome

We set up our adoption blog so you can get to know our family a little better. I started blogging back in 2007 and have kept up with it over the years. At the end of every year, we print off our blog for that year and give it to Daniel's mom for her Christmas present. She keeps all of her children's yearly journals in a notebook that we will get back one day to pass down to our kids. I try to keep it up to date as much as I can.


When we decided to start the adoption process, I decided to make an identical blog for birth mothers to read. Everything that I write about my family on our personal blog, I copy it over to my adoption blog. I understand that an adoption profile only gives limited information about us and we want you to have the opportunity to really get to know who we are and what we like to do as a family. Our adoption blog will show you who we were even before we adopted our boys. Feel free to read as much as you want or click on the links up above!

Monday, September 17, 2012

Labor Day


For Labor day we decided to go ride a miniature train that is a 40 minute ride. We knew our boys would really enjoy it since they LOVE trains right now. My brother and his friend also came along with us. We got there and only had to wait a few minutes for the next train to come by.
 Waiting for the train






 About half way through our train ride, it stopped and we got off to stretch our legs. We were just hanging out and Daniel decided take Carter for a little stroll. He found a pecan tree and while holding Carter, just up to grab a pecan on the tree. When he came down, he landed on his toes and heard a pop. He headed back to the train and jumped on. He then told me that he thought he just broke his toe. I could tell he was in a lot of pain for the remainder of the train ride. When we got back to the beginning, he got off of the train and slowly made it to a nearby poll. He then told me that he felt like he was going to faint and the next second, he did! Luckily I was standing in front of him and was able to lower him to the ground as much as I could. He still ended up scraping up his knee and forehead. Thankfully, I didn't have either of our boys because my brother and his friend had them. I called his name a few time and he finally woke up and was really out of it. He then attempted to stand up and walk over to a table. I don't know how he made it to the table because he looked like he was drunk. He doesn't remember any of this either! After a worker got him some water and ice for his foot, he finally started to feel a little better. I went over and got the car and came back to pick him up.


When we got home, I convinced him to go to the ER to get an x-ray of his foot to make sure it wasn't broken. He only had to wait maybe 5 minutes before they called us back. After about an hour at the ER, we found out it wasn't broken.

Two weeks later and his foot is still killing him. The swelling is slowly going down and he can at least walk on it but it still hurts really bad. He has two toes that are swollen and very bruised. The toe next to his big toe and then the toe next to his pinky. It's been absolutely gorgeous outside lately and he has been sad because he go enjoy the outdoors.