K, you got Nursemaid elbow this last Friday.

Or, said more correctly:

H gave you Nursemaid’s elbow this last Friday!

I got home from work at 5:15.

By 5:30, K you were screaming in pain and we thought you had a broken arm.

It started with you girls being crazy.

You were running and screaming and playing – because even kids can feel when it’s Friday.

Mom and I stepped out of the bedroom for a minute and then all we heard was screaming.

After a lot of coaxing, I learned from H that she was on the bed, holding you by the hands, trying to pull you up from the floor.

I think at one point, I was the only person in the house not crying.

We whisked everyone to the ER and were – thankfully – talking to a doctor in less than 15 minutes.

K, while you screamed in protest, the doctor popped your elbow right back into place.

By the time she explained it all to us, you were already moving your arm better.

I thought mom was gonna try to kiss that doctor.

I love you.

-Dad

H, I am ashamed to say that this is the first week since K was born, that you have slept entirely in your own bed.

It began like this:

To start the night, you would start sleeping in your own bed.

And then 4 hours later you were waking us up wanting to sleep with us.

Of course, we were too tired to parent and we would just put you in bed with us.

Then you were sleeping 3 hours before coming to our room.

Then it was 2 hours.

Finally, we just started telling you to lay down with us.

And then, yeah, we turned around and a year and a half had gone by.

I know – parents of the year – right here.

Nevertheless, you have done awesome.

With a new nightlight and new Troll sheets, you took to your bed again like a duck to water with only one or two crying incidents.

We miss snuggling you but know we need to teach you to sleep by yourself.

Plus you are getting so big and tall, we were running out of room!

Goodness, I love you.

Can’t wait to see you in a few minutes.

I love you.

-Dad