We’ve been to the doctor more times this week than in the entire previous year combined!

First, on Wednesday night, I was putting a pot up in a cupboard, and there was a knife in the pot. I knew there was a knife in the pot, but forgot to take it out. So as I lifted the pot above my head, and tipped it to fit into the cupboard, the knife came spilling out–landing on my face.

We went to the insta-care around the corner at Wyatt’s insistence. I personally didn’t think it was that bad. But they gave me four stitches on my forehead. Ai Ai Ai!

Then Thursday I was scheduled to go for a routine visit at my OB’s, but when I got there come to find out they don’t take our insurance (we switched over the summer). So we had to cancel, come home, get the insurance thing figured out, and then reschedule (for next week).

Thursday evening we ended up taking Olivia to the after hours pediatrics clinic because she had been really fussy all day, and I was convinced she was sick. They diagnosed an eye infection and a slight ear infection. She’s now on antibiotics and seems to be feeling much better.

For a family that rarely goes to the doctor’s, this week has been quite an anomaly. It just makes you grateful for health insurance!

We hope everyone has a holiday
filled with the Spirit of Our Savior,
and enjoys the blessings of a new year!

So much has happened in the past month, and I’ve been so busy I haven’t been able to write it all down. But I wanted to take a moment and write about what happened over the weekend . . .

The long and short of it is that Scout had her puppies; ten to be exact. Ten Great Dane Puppies: now there’s a happy thought. They’re all brindle, 8 female, and 2 male.

The long story is Scout had the first one on Friday at about five in the evening. She then went two hours before having another (Wyatt and I were just about panicked!) Then came two more in about ten minutes of each other. Then she went another three and a half hours before having the fourth (We thought we were done at three). Another hour before number five came along and then I went to bed.

Wyatt came in a few times during the night as each new puppy was born, finishing off at 8. He came to bed at 7:00 a.m. convinced she was done at eight puppies. But when I got up at 9:30 (yes, I slept in!) there were nine, and by 10:00 a.m. she had her last one . . . TEN PUPPIES!! It was a pretty exciting weekend.