Sleepy Sunday

We got back church today and Geof. left almost immediately to go pick up a brace for my knee (skiing injury..., I'll explain more later). June started crying instantly from mere exhaustion and hunger (thanks to 1-4 church!) and while I'm hobbling around the kitchen rummaging for food (this same knee injury preventing me from doing ANY food shopping this weekend. Thus, no food.), she passed out at the table. Poor little beebs. I know she's not a baby anymore, but look at those cheeks and lips. Still baby to me.
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Dayne is really quite sweet to June. June follows her around the house and if Dayne finds any toy to play with, beit stroller, baby doll, what have you, June insists it's hers and throws a fit until she gets it. No, I don't always give in to that kind of behavior, but when I'm desperate, I do. Actually, Dayne usually is the one to hand her what she wants before I even step in. She loves her little sister. During one of our snow days last week (when I was desperate for any idea to keep us entertained), we decided to paint toenails. Dayne had to be the one to do Junie's nails and June was very patient and still during the whole process (even with her toes freezing from our poorly heated home..yes, she WAS wearing tights, even!).

v>We went skiing on Friday with our friends/Geof.'s boss to a place about an hour and a half west of us in the rolling hills of Virginia. Beautiful, but I don't think I could ever call them mountains. Anyway, skiing went well, the terrain was a bit boring for the more experienced snowboarder Seth and skier Geof., however, Emily and I found it to be a perfect challenge. Anyway, at one point, Emily and I went down together to give Geof. and Seth some time to enjoy themselves more, and since it was later in the day, and the wind was picking up, the sun was going down, the snow was a lot icier/crunchier than it had previously been. I picked up way too much speed at the end of this particular run (and we were so close to the bottom!!), when I hit a patch of ice and lost control. I knew immediately that it was going to be a bad fall. I even closed my eyes. My right knee in particular has always given me a bit of trouble being that it's always been a little off and not competely "straight" (those are all medical terms, trust me), and this same knee got the worst of it. It twisted and turned to a point of excruciating pain and when I landed I literally starting crying out, "oh! oh!". Emily was farther up the mountain and didn't see me fall (thankfully?), but a bunch of other skiers stopped and I begged one guy to undo my skis since the weight of 'em wasn't giving me the relief I needed.

Emily arrived and we got ski patrol down there, who within 15 minutes (not fast enough!) zoomed me, on a rather bumpy ride up the mountain. We haven't gone to the hospital beause fortunately we have a friend who is an orthopedic surgeon and came to look at it the next morning. He said there was not much they could do (xray wise) until the swelling went down, anyway. I have crutches and a knee brace and am hoping (!!) that it won't require surgery and phyisical therapy. Oh, please no!!

What perfect timing for Valentine's Day weekend, right? I was so weepy the last few days. Geof. is my angel! He really is. He's done everything around here--not just these last few days, either. He's done way more then he should have to and I can't be grateful enough. We had our Valentine's dinner last night (just spaghetti since there was nothing else in the house)and I just sat there and cried when I taabout how much I loved Geof. Cole and Dayne laughed uncomfortably, but Geof. just stared at me with a little water in his eyes, too. Sweet man.