Broken wrist

I broke my left wrist eleven years ago. It was a work accident and I got 700€ from incurance. That was quite a nice money for a student living alone.

Now I spent about 17 hours in healtcare because of a broken wrist. This time it was a sport accident and it was not mine. Have to say that I'm quite surprised that as parents we made it this far without any broken bones. 

I think I'm quite good at pretend to be ok. Even tho I am a big cry. Everytime. When they went to daycare, preshcool, balet school, you name it. I cry, but kids don't know it. Hubby laughs at me. Specially when I cry for a tv show or a movie.

Today I almost cried when the nurse took that little hospital bed through the doors to the operation room and anesthesiologist.  

3 hours later I got him back smiling with a teddy bear and a blue cast.

They even gave him a chocolate pudding with dinner! 

I got a banana yoghourt. 

Time to kick out the third wheel

Ok this sounds like a click bate. Wait sorry, it is. But it's also true.

We've had a third wheel in our bed for a while. A 3 years old third wheel called Ässä. I was going to get him out and put him to sleep in boys room, before the baby was born. He has his own bed there and his big brother would sleep in the same room.

It might have been about an year ago when I started reading bedtime stories and singing our lullabies in the boys room. 

But then we got sick.

And then I got tired.

And then the baby was about to be due.

And then baby went over due. 

Only for 4 days, not bad. 

And it was just too late. 

Because I didn't want him to feel like the new baby sister had kicked him out of our room.

We have a bed for the baby in our room so he was sleeping in there. At least most of the night before he jumped next to us. But taking over baby's bed was totally fine, because the baby still sleeps next to me. That makes nights a lot easier. I can just turn and breastfeed her while we continue our sleep. It doesn't interrupt my sleep too badly.

There are nights when we have all four kids in our bed, it's not always comfy. Mostly they all will stole my duvet. But non of them is kicked out in the middle of the night. Just trying to get them go to sleep in their own beds.

And here we are starting again.

Monday night our third wheel fell asleep on the couch before bedtime. So I carried him to his own bed in the boys room. When we finally got the big kids ready to sleep Jekku didn't want to go to sleep because Ässä was sleeping in the same room.

Turns out that Ässä is not the only one who's been highjacking someone else's bed. 

Tuesday night they were just impossible. I'm regreting even trying. Better keep the boys in seperate rooms. Forever. Ok only the nights when we are little late with bedtime. Wednesday I asked where the third wheel wanted to sleep and every night since, he's been chosing the babys bed. And then we had a friday and movie night! And for a moment all four slept in our bed. 

Story of  trying to get the third wheel out of our room

so our now fourth wheel could be our last third wheel 

might or might not to be continued.

Be back later, Petra

Two minutes blogposts

Do you remember those two minutes blogposts? 'Cause I don't.

I just spent few weeks to finish some pictures for my finnish blogpost. It took me quite a long time to get 22 pictures ready for my blog.

And who cares about the time it took, THATS WAY TOO MUCH PICTURES! I am not photograp blogger. I am a familylife blogger so why do I spent time to get 22 pictures done? 

Maybe its time to take a step back and break that model where I'm trying to make my self fit.Why make things too hard for me, when what I've already done has been good enough.

My finnish version of this one took maybe half an hour. I though this would take even longer, but this one actually might be true 2 minutes blogpost. 

Be back later, Petra