End of School and a Burn

John has completed his Pre-K year! I know this year flew by for us. John loved his year but is really excited about no more "school nights" aka no movies, early bedtime, early waketime, etc. Starting next week he will be going to baseball camp AND swimming lessons...he'll still be a busy guy. Here are some pictures of John at his awards ceremony. He got the "Biggest Helper" award for always helping Mrs. Hargrove do any and everything she needed him to do. His class sang 2 songs, one about insects and one with all the sounds of the alphabet. They were really cute and entertaining! We also got to watch a slideshow of thier fieldtrips throughout the year. Way to go John! I think he's officially ready for KindergarteN!




We had a baby doctor appointment this morning, which went great. We got to hear the heartbeat (154 bpm) and that was the extent of the appointment pretty much. I did get to meet my doctor finally, and liked her. I also got to schedule about 87 appointments from now until November 18th, yes my due date, no, I hope not to make it to that one! On July 1st we will find out if this is a little boy Curry or a little girl Curry. YAY!

Anyways, this morning, I was getting ready and in our room getting dressed. Braidy was in the bathroom doing who knows what, but that is normal. Then I hear a crash and a scream. The crash was my hair straightener which was heated to about 400 degrees, the scream was my poor baby boy who grabbed it off the countertop. His poor left hand, especially the middle finger was seared and already blistering right after it happened. He was pretty hysterical and I was too. I ran it under cold water for a while but he was in pain. I know that had to hurt, I've burnt myself many times, but never that bad. I tried to put neosporin and a bandaid but he wasn't having that. With about 5 minutes to get to my OB appointment, I run to CVS and buy some spray stuff with Braidy screaming the entire time just holding his poor hand. I think the spray helped some, because he calmed down a little, but not much. By the time we left my appointment he was better but still held his little hand. Once a couple friends came over after our appointment, he was good. He played in water, in the sand, and acted like nothing had happened. Mommy's heart still hurts because I feel very responsible for this, but I know accidents happen...just learned that lesson the very hard way. Here are pictures of his poor little HUGE fingers.

My 22 month old...

I have been a BAD mommy lately...I have completely neglected my camera as of late. I brought her out of hiding, so I can continue to document the happenings around here.

I'll let this first picture tell the story. Let's just say after watching mommy doing something very similar to this on Saturday morning, Braidy thought he'd do the same thing. With sound effects and all. And as yucky as I was feeling, I couldn't miss this photo op. I thought it was funny, and indeed, he made me laugh when I wasn't really in the laughing spirit. Moral of the story: Your kids are ALWAYS watching you and want to be just like you!

And then, when I was still laying on the bed...I hear "Momma, all done PEEEEEEZ" about a million times. Finally I get up to go see what he is all done doing (do I really want to know???) and I find him BEHIND our entertainment center. How he got back there, i'll never know. I tried to get him to get back there again later but he could not get back there. Hmmm...


On Saturday night Ryan and I let him lay with us...or try to. He will NOT go to sleep in our bed, he just wants to play and play and play...and talk. For about an hour he would constantly ask questions: Momma ok? Daddy ok? Momma sick? Daddy sick? Johnny ok? Momma ok? Momma sick? You get the picture. He is a concerned little man. It was just so sweet though, so I answered him every single time. I think this stems from a few weeks ago when my mom and Les both had the tummy bug. It had been quite a while since we'd seen them and everytime Braidy would ask about "wuwupapaw" I would say that they were sick and that their tummy's hurt. Since then, he's always asking if we're ok and if we are sick...obviously sometimes I say, YES mommy is sick!

This morning I couldn't help but take pictures before church. Our little man looked so handsome, if I do say so myself. I really got nostalgic because Aunt Rachy got this shirt for Braidy at his baby shower and I never thought he'd be that big to wear it. (Of course I was hoping he would because it was so cute)...but here he is in his shirt that fits perfectly. Wasn't that just yesterday when we got that???



And today it was beautiful outside and of course we jumped on the trampoline and swung. On the highest big boy swing, of course. Momma got to swing on the short one. Anywho, a couple more pictures.



And while not everything is easy, happy, and wonderful in this little man's world, I try to focus on what is. Yes, the terrible 2's have been in full swing lately, but he sure is sweet and lovable when he wants to be. He gives the sweetest kisses, the greatest hugs (with pats), and the "wuv ewww momma's and wuv ewww daddy's" just melt our hearts. When he says "thank eww momma" after I do something for him or when he says "soweee daddy" after he's gotten in trouble, it makes it all worth it. Good, bad, ugly, I love it all and wouldn't trade being a mommy for anything on this Earth.