The Bee Hive just returned from a whirlwind trip to Southern California exhausted, cranky, and hungry (yet with a fun trip under wraps). Characteristically, the fridge and cabinets were empty (yet clean, which Kid and Bee have yet to learn appreciation for), runny noses started the moment we left our destination, and Kid happens to injure his wrist that evening while playing with Neighbor Girl.

The wrist injury is actually a recurring issue with Kid. He had the same thing happen twice in his young age of one. Talk about flashback when he comes running, crying, and sadly holding a limp wrist. We made him suffer all night long as we had learned after an $800 ER bill that these wrist episodes "snap" themselves back into place with a little manipulation (something Kid is not a fan of).

Mommy Bee worries all night. No rest for the worrier. I wait to hear a scream of pain, followed by a Bee's sympathy cry. Thankfully both boys slept peacefully, with stuffed noses, hands propped up on pillows and all.

Mommy Bee wakes.

Need coffee. Need sugar. Need gingerbread.

After lots of prayer and some secret manipulation, Kid's wrist popped back into place just in time to head to the grocery store.

Need coffee. Need Sugar. Need gingerbread.

Laundry and rest await, but the priorities stand with my ginger bread man.