Catching up...#cribclimber update

Keaton -- our story left off with you climbing out of the crib. Nightly. We remedied that by pulling off the front of your crib and converting it into a toddler bed. You weren't a fan at first, but we figured out a few good snuggles and a little rocking and you were totally cool with your bed. So that became our routine, and it's worked...for the better part of February. Thank goodness.  You have nights were you fight us a first, but we're working through that stage of your life.

But you child, you don't want our life to get boring. Or normal. So let's share your latest story.

Let's start with last week, when Emmalyn woke us up in the night Sunday, puking. The flu hit. By the pure grace of God, none of the rest of us got it (except for Grandma....sorry Grandma!). Thursday evening you were fairly grouchy, but we figured you were either getting sick, or teething. Or both. Who knows. You can't talk yet, so it's just a guessing game. You were fine Friday, so I took you on to Pam's for the day, but she confirmed you were quite grouchy most of the day. You napped well, and were still grouchy when you woke up -- so Pam suggested I come for you.

We were certain you'd be sick by evening. You had a snack and chilled in the chair with me for a short bit, then were your normal, crazy, into everything self. I did notice at one point, that you winced a bit when I was tickling you up around your shoulders, but you didn't cry, and I didn't see anything, plus, you were playing fine, so we shrugged it off. Saturday -- twister was back in full force. It wasn't until Saturday late afternoon when I popped you in the bathtub for a quick scrub, that I noticed your left shoulder was all bruised up and a touch swollen. After having Grandma Mandy check you out, and verify the need for a doc...away we went Sunday morning. The doc laughed when you stood perfectly still and nearly handed him your ears when he asked to check your ears. You still didn't cry when he touched your shoulder, and he said, "let's do x-rays, because this kid seems resilient enough to be walking around unphased with a fractured clavicle.". Sure enough....you were!

Talk about feeling like parents of the year! :( We have racked our brains and to make matters worse, we have absolutely NO IDEA how you did it. None. Not even Pam. I mean, we all have "well, he could have" stories...but you didn't even cry a wicked cry that let us know something was immediately wrong.

So. There's the next chapter in your book, Keaton. You continue to keep us on our toes, and we're grateful that after a quick trip to the orthopedic specialist (Dr. Hagen, a family favorite), you were deemed fine and that it would heal on its own. No need for a sling or anything special that might slow you down. Because let's face it. That's nearly impossible to do.

In fact, moments after we left your appointment ...you were jammin' away in the shopping cart to Shake it Off. You love that song, and will immediately bust a move anytime you hear the tune come on the radio....