Archive for January, 2008
Yeah, you read that right. I found this over at the Yarn Harlot’s site.
I love how the hamsters put down their goggles before they go “flying!”
It’s sickeningly addictive….Fair warning!
“Isaac-DO NOT put your foot in the toilet bowl!!”
“You may NOT flush your pull up!!”
That was how my mom answered the phone today…I told her if she could beat the tale I’m about to tell, I’d be all ears.
So, here’s what happened.
I was on the phone with the OT..that’s another post. Don’t ask….when I heard a bang, thud, SCREAM from upstairs. Isaac comes flying down the stairs screaming at the top of his lungs,a nd I hang up the phone with the OT and start to try and console Isaac. He keeps saying “I hurt..I hurt…” and before I could get it out of him, a rush of blood comes out of his mouth.
I try to calm him down, and I get the bleeding stopped, but he WILL NOT let me in his mouth for anything. He tried to suck his fingers, but that was a nogo…he was in too much pain. Since he wouldn’t let me in, and wouldn’t suck his fingers, I got worried and made a phone call to the Dentist. Dr. Nancy (yes, that’s what the kids call her! There’s Dr. Nancy, Dr. Jason and Dr. Jennifer!) has us come right in, so I get Isaac in the car and we drive over. The entire time, I’m pre-setting him with “We’re going to see Dr. Nancy. She’s going to look in your mouth and check it out.”
He was ok..until I had to take him away from a video game (darn child friendly offices!!) for his appointment. Dr. Nancy heard the story and why I did kind of a flip out-hey..I couldn’t get in his mouth and see what in hades was going on! It would have been my luck that he would have knocked out a tooth…blah. But, as always, she’s totally reassuring and wonderful…I controlled his arms, and legs, and she took care of his head. She got in, noticed that ONE TOOTH was a smidge discolored from the trauma and that he had a nasty cut on the inside of his mouth…but everything else was good.
Isaac got a sticker (MATER! He was thrilled) and a prize (he picked a spider from the prize tower) and high fived Dr.Nancy. He’s all good until April..unless anything goes wrong…
please, nothing go wrong.
So, I’m a bit late on the draw with the last one. So late that I’ve got this one to do now…
So, here it is
What is your most memorable vacation? Where did you go? What made it memorable?
I think the most memorable vacation that I’ve had was the scouting trip before DH (then fiancee) and I moved to California. We went for a week, and really had a great time. It went by TOOOO fast. We spent the time scouting apartments, looking at what there was to do, finding our way around, so we could only forget in the month before we finally left. We did Disney (why not?? We were soon to be SoCal residents!) and acted like big kids…and ate and touched and saw things that would become our new life. It was insanely exciting and scary at the same time. We discovered the San Diego zoo, the Queen Mary, the whole place…even Olivera St. Places that would become familliar…and would be places that we’d say “Let’s go!” to for seven hilarious years. It was also the first trip I’d taken really, without my family, to a completely different place. Hey..you want to talk memorable…that was our week in CA.
What is the most ‘random’ memory you have from your childhood?
I think the most random memory is one where we were getting a Christmas tree with a few of my uncles, and we almost got lost in the back woods. I was really young..and I think my one uncle who we were with was on his first wife…but my then-aunt and I were so lost in the backwoods, because we had stopped to look at a tree (and I think she was pulling me on a sled) and the rest of the group trapsed off without us. We ended up sitting under the tree drinking some of a thermos of hot chocolate until the rest of the group came back, treeless. We ended up buying our tree off of the lot that year…
yeah, see? random.
Just a few minutes ago, as I was sitting here, reading a pattern for my Cocoa swap buddy’s blah buster, Isaac came up to me, with a lanyard around his neck, asking me to take him for a walk…like a dog. Strange, but not completely out of hte ordinary in this house.
WELL, then, he decides that he’s getting no love with the walk thing here, so he goes over to Booger who is silently sitting on the radiator, taking a nap.
He slips the lanyard over her head and says: “I’m going to take her for a walk! Come on, Booger!”
Booger uses her best defense…slip quietly out of the lanyard and then squeak.
Isaac continued to follow her and then finally gave up as she went down the basement steps.
Man..I wonder if Booger has nightmares of Isaac hugging, trying to take her for a walk and all of the mauling he does on her out of love.