Dejavu...

So here's a run-down of the day. Ash slept pretty well last night. I was awaken this morning by her once. We snuggled for a little bit and both fell asleep. I woke up, again, because my right arm was all wet! I first assumed it was my drool, I do have that problem. Then, I thought it might be Ash. Nope. I am leaking colostrum... Can I get any more ready to have this baby?

We both got up soon after that. There's nothing like getting up to get a nursing pad, when you're not yet nursing. We were up at 6:15 am, watching PBS kids. I doze.

For breakfast, I have a BIG piece of my birthday cake, and BIG glass of milk... there's some nutrition in there! Not as good as my oatmeal, fruit, and juice...

Today was a relaxed day. We were supposed to go out to mom's for a "Grandma Day", but since it was snowing since a little before 10 last night, we didn't go out. We watched "Monster's Inc."

Not much else happened... it just snowed. Well, besides Kevin.

Now let me back up... yesterday, when mom & dad came, they told us that Kevin (younger bro.) went sledding with the youth in his ward, Randee is the Young Women's Secretary. He, apparently, went a little crazy, the Mayes boy that he is, the breed is a little too adventurous, and crashed, pretty good. So he hasn't been able to move much, he has been in a lot of pain. He decided to go to the doctors today. They sent him to the hospital to have x-rays and an ultrasound... and then to come back... The results:

- 4 broken ribs

- broken right scapula (shoulder blade)

- compressed vertebrae

and

- a partially collapsed lung...

That's my brother... well, one of them anyway...

So here's one reason why I am having dejavu:

And here's another reason:
Ash comes to me, while I am hanging-up snow clothes to dry (this is after I hear a "pop"). She says she needs me to help her wash her hands. Knowing that something bloggable has occurred, I get my camera and have her lead me to the scene of the crime...
Here is the victim... poor innocent dime...
She tried to "rest it" behind the nightlight. It is having a nice rest now...

A similar thing occurred when I was small. It was Joe, another crazy brother, me, our Santa lamp, and a paperclip. That story ended similarly. The only differences, I didn't get black fingers, Joe did, and the Santa lamp never worked again. My nightlight still does. Ashley has vowed to never touch it again... we'll see.