I know I should write more, I always say this. This is probably like 1/5 of the openings of my diary. Well here we are writing! Suck it mental guilt trip. I suppose in this situation I should just write about life. Well Teddy broken is leg (probably). We think he broke his leg maybe at the splash pad, he tripped and fell, or maybe he broke it a week later when he fell walking on the sidewalk. Either way limp resulted. We had to go to an orthopedic specialist at Swedish after he got an xray, and she was like “yup this fuzzy tibula that means it broke but its already healed” Yay. The main concern was growth plates. We are already short people we don’t need to fuck with that anymore than we need to. Regardless growth plates were a-ok. So congrats Teddy you broke a bone in your life before you Dad. *knocks aggressively on wood*
On the Ella side of things, she talking more, ignoring us more. Getting excited to show us things and explain them in her Ella gibberish which is like 20% real words we think. Ella loves to give hugs and hide in her poop tent. When I wake up in the morning, she runs at me arms opens with so much joy it just fills my heart. She’s definitely getting bigger and we are slowly de-babifying her room. No more changing dresser after today. Kate is definitely a bit teary eyed by that one. I think it just means we are transitioning from having babies to no more babies. Which is sad. A third could have been fun, but we are so old already, and I’m tired boss.
One last thing… Today I learned that you pronounce biopic, Bio-Pic. Not bi-op-ic. So just add this to my other list of words that make see sound like a dumbass. Looking at you quinoa and epitome.