Big D

Grampy bought a camper.  That man never surprises me, but I must say this did raise an eyebrow.  The text convo went something like this:

Dad: I think I bought a camper.
Me: You think you did what??
Dad: I think I bought a camper.  At an online auction.  If I did Uncle Jim will drop it off.

A few days later, guess who rolls up??

 hmmmmm.... What can we do with this "camper"?  (Really - it's a total party bus.) Well, the obvious choice is to take it for a cruise!  We went to pick up the kids in new ride, all the while trying to find the perfect name...

Welcome, Big Delores.

Buddha called the elephants.

Before Andy underwent surgery, he put a call into my sister wife.  He wanted to make sure I wasn't lonely or bored while he was out of commission (You'd think we just met.  I don't really get lonely or bored.)  Andy enlisted T to come and stay, and he encouraged us to do a project.  (As he yelled ridiculous, drug intoxicated commentary from the bedroom.)

Being the second - less vocal - child, sometimes Harps get "neglected".  Don't get it twisted, the little girl can certainly speak up for herself, in her own language, of course.  But, when it came to the next room re-do project, little Miss Harper won the coin toss.

Here's what we know about our little gnome.  Harper's is a total free spirit.  She is our lovely, little gypsy child.  She has a wild mane of white hair, and refuses to wear a shirt.  Total hippie.  So, we went straight to Buddha for our inspiration.  And, he summoned the elephants.

Let's take it back to the start.

 Use used lots of natural materials for Harper.  An old dresser from the farm, a cut up sparkly calendar and some natural stained wood, and lots and lots of gold glitter.  (That's a natural material, right?)

 With some beautiful made curtains, and a relaxing little reading nook, Harper was set. (On the second floor, so it will be much more difficult for her to sneak our her window.)

 

Feeling the itch.

Seven year itch, baby.

 Love you, AP.  Looking forward to 70 more.

Men Down

While Andy was laid up in bed (I never understood that term.  He was definitely not "laid up".  He was absolutely "laid down".), it was time for the orthopedics to check out the boy.  We had a 10 minute appointment, and yep, they too decided it was a double break.  Then came time for... the cast.
Bennett was not super excited about the possibility of a cast.  In fact, he was fairly certain that he could keep his arm safe, and still, for as long as it needed to heal.  The doctors and the mama knew better, so the cast was created.

 Bennett got to choose from a variety of colors.  As he weighed the options, in my head I chanted, "Please not camouflage. Please not camouflage. Please not camouflage."  Halleluiah!  He chose orange.

 His arm was wrapped, and set, and wrapped again.  The doctors told us to come back in two weeks, as "these little guys are quick healers". 

 We are hoping to get the cast of before kindergarten.  We should probably get a haircut, too.

  Official Tough Guy.

Number 2

Andy had his second back surgery in as many years.  Kind of the same story - apparently, he's got bad back genes, and there is really not much he can do.  He was super bummed, because the doctor said he could not run long distances.  Andy had already registered for the Twin Cities Marathon, and since I was not about to take his bib, the number will not be used this October.

Kylee came early to get the kids to Kelli's when they awoke, and Andy and I drove to the surgery center.

He was in pretty good spirits, and an even better mood after a successful 45 minutes of surgery and a healthy dose of "the good meds".  Andy will be out of commission for at least a week, and then (hopefully) returning to work only for a few hours a day.  What ever will I do??  Probably have to decorate a room.