A Frilly Dress, A Birthday Cake, and a Knee Injury...

Last night we celebrated the life of a very special little young lady.

"A" for Adelyn (and Adorable if you ask me!)

One year. What an awesome milestone. A true reason to celebrate.

My brother Mike and my sis-in-law Hayley due with their second child in November.

Adelyn's puppy and monkey siblings helped her blow out the candle. Grayson then proceeded to lick the purple circle on the cake in true doggy fashion.

A fun, full living room. Love it.

My brother Schmood. He's such a cutie patootie. :)

Ethan and Grayson with their buddy Prescott. Grayson spent much of the meal with his arm around Prescott's back.

Adelyn getting some Uncle Michael cuddling time.

The sweets. (The beer can was not intended to be part of the decorations!)

Cupcakes.



And this was the scene this morning...

Last night as the party was winding down I was sitting on the couch by my Aunt Melody. I decided to go ahead and put Adelyn's pajamas on her to get her ready for bed, and as I tried to go from the couch down to my knees on the floor my entire knee locked up. I instantly thought back to five years ago when I had to have knee surgery to repair a torn meniscus in the same knee.

I sat in the recliner for over an hour and tried to massage it and use a heat pack on it, but it wasn't improving, so at 10:30 last night Chris took me in to the ER to see what we could do about it.

After a pretty quick examination the Dr. concluded that it most likely was in fact another meniscus tear in my knee (quite likely in the same spot as before). I will have an MRI scheduled later this week and then meet with an orthopedic surgeon after and go from there.

Oh vey. It's just one of those things I guess. Ideal? No. A tad bit of an inconvenience with three young children and a new house? Yep. But is it the worst news in the world? Hardly. There are so many other possibilities of things that can arise and change the course and pattern of your life so much more drastically and tragically than this. Not to say there haven't been a few tears from me, because there have.

I could easily fall in to a place of self pity, resentment, or anger over being stuck on the sidelines once again. In the past five years this now makes two knee injuries and two bouts of bed rest. I have spent plenty of time "sitting one out." I'm ready to stay in the game folks! I am really trying and choosing though instead to try and remain optimistic about this whole thing. It won't last forever. One day at a time on the road to recovery.