Again...

You faithful blog followers might remember picture #1 from when Clayton was 12 months old and got 4 stitches over is right eye. Well, we are racking up the ER visits with "#5 head trama in 7 months" last night. Clayton reopened his last scar plus some--resulting in 6 stitches this time. We are lucky that his actual eye hasn't been injured yet. There was so much blood in his eye that I thought the worst last night.

You never look forward to sitting in an ER for 3 hours...but, we really like this PA that works at our local hospital and we found him again last night to do the stitching. Bonus: He makes all sorts of sounds and impressions so Clayton thinks he is hillarious (up until the needle stick and the hog tie).

Our little man this morning... 'It was all just a bad dream"

Clayton woke up with his eye swollen shut but that sure doesn't stop him. He seems to have no recollection of last night's events. He just can't see fully. Anyways, so far, he is climbing as usual and yelling to go outside and for the keys (he likes to 'drive'). Looks like its going to be another normal day in C-Town.

...Until our next medical report, we hope all are doing well!

19 months

Sorry, it has been SO long since our last post. Here is a little Clayton update: He is chattin' up a storm and repeats almost everything you say. My favorite is still him saying: Ravioli ! He is attempting jumping (still not a lot of air but still a serious effort). His newest thing is grabbing your little finger and saying OVER and OVER again "Walky-Walky". I love this (and he mainly does it to Chris and Lilli): He now runs behind you, slapping you on the bum and yelling 'go'...'go'. Where did he learn that?

He could spend his lifetime outside and be happy as a lark! Maybe we should invest in a family tent, I have a feeling we're going to spend most of the summer outdoors.

Happy Spring Break

Yeah, its finally spring break and we get daddy home for a whole week!

We spent a fun weekend at Lolli and Pop's place. Clayton got one of those punching bags that pops back up when you hit it. It looks like the bag doesn't work when you sit on it.

The rest of the week was spent working on the back fence with dad. "Monkey see, monkey do" is the motto in the Loftin home. Whatever Chris does, Clayton has to try too. Check him out trying to mark the wood for cutting. Too funny.

And then, of course, there was lots of time for play!

Wilson Cake Class

To my surprise, this Christmas Santa left a Wilton cake decorating kit in my stocking. So, I signed up at Michaels and am finally, officially a certified Wilton cake decorator. Ha Ha...don't let that fool you. All I can make is: kids cakes and

...especially scarry clown cakes. The funny part was, we had to make a cake every week (plus 4 lbs of Crisco icing) but since it was crisco icing, we couldn't get anyone to eat the cakes...

except Clayton, of course!

I realized his sugar addiction when I would throw a cake away and find him secretly diggin' through the trash can. I took a new approach to disposing cakes from then on.

Friends at last...kind of

I had to post this video because if you have every been in our home, or even just met Lilli, you know she is not a fan of kids...at all. So, one of our biggest battles at home is keeping Clayton out of her food bowl (which usually ends up with her nipping at his hands, him being heart broken that his best friend bit him, and he comes to tattle on Lilli). Poor Lilli, all she wants is to eat in peace and Clayton now has her on a strict diet. At least they are in the same room with eachother. I never thought there would be sibling issues with a kid and a dog...go figure...chihuahuas

Now her bone....that's a whole 'nother issue!

"Chicks Dig Scars" Take 3

I suppose we were due for another visit to the ER...it has been a couple of months.

This is Clayton's 3rd go around with head injuries (thanks to the piano leg this time), which bleed way too much for the actual cut size. Chris said if we went to the ER we would spend 3 hours there and all they would do is glue it, since its in a hidden place. So, he talked me into helping him glue it at home. After a long battle of trying to hold him down, Chris got a big glob of super glue on the cut. Turns out the glue you buy at the store is NOT the same as doctors use...so, it sprung a leak as it dried and now it looks like a big bloody mass on the back of his head. I think next time we are going to call on the professional.

PS: Turns out his chin got the worse of the deal but got overlooked by the stream of blood coming down that beautiful blonde hair.

18 months...

18 months can only mean one thing to a LDS parent....NURSERY!!! Last week was Clayton's first week in Nursery (which is the first class of the Sunday School program) and he seemed to like it. I'm not so sure he is into sitting still long enough for a lesson and singing time but he is all for play time. Time sure does fly!