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Friday, April 29, 2011

Humpty Dumpty's friend

We had a fun Easter. All week we put up a new picture on the wall about Jesus and the Easter Story, ending on Easter morning with my mom's favorite painting of Christ at the Garden Tomb with Mary Magdalene. They really enjoyed that and asked lots of questions. Boston kept wondering if the crown of thorns were the same kind of thorns that scratch him from the rose bushes. Saturday we dyed eggs and I was reminded that dying Easter eggs with kids is mostly, Mom dyes eggs and everyone watches and throws in their opinion. Leslie, luckily, did fine on her own.
On Wednesday Cooper was his usual pre-bedtime wound-up self and jumped off the couch. He landed on his hands instead of his feet and howled like a banshee. (I asked Mark, "How do you tell if they are actually hurt if they ALWAYS howl like a banshee?") Anyway, Cooper turned white as a sheet and went to get his "blue blank" to wrap his arm in. Of course, he never wants me to look at it, touch it, or try to help, at least until he has sort of stopped crying. He was still crying a half hour later (and we couldn't hear American Idol) so I decided to take him in to the KidsCare after hours.
When we pulled in to the hospital parking lot, and the hospital was all huge, lit up, and scary looking, he said, "Mom, it doesn't hurt anymore! Let's go home." I asked him to move his hand for me and he couldn't do side-to-side without crying again, so I carried him inside.
He had calmed down just fine by X ray time, and that was actually "pretty awesome". He kept asking about his skeleton and was excited to get a glow-in-the-dark dinosaur skeleton sticker.
He had what I guess is called a buckle fracture, close to the end of his left radius (the one that lines up with your thumb). So they made a brace for him, gave him a sling, and told us to come back in a few days for casting.
Somehow I could have guessed it would be Cooper who would be my first kid with a broken bone. I'm just glad it was self-inflicted!
PS. Also glad for hubby's new job and good health insurance.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Divvying up

Just watched an interesting human phenomenon as I tried to arbitrate between Boston and his friend. They had decided to play Hot Wheels, but although Boston has dozens and dozens of these shiny-tinies, the boys both wanted the same group of "special" ones. I don't know what makes them cooler than the rest, they just are. So, after they had tried to figure things out on their own with some heightened emotion, I decided to step in with my motherly logic and teach a new skill: divvying up. Pour them all back in the box. Friend chooses ONE first (because we play the guest card with gusto at our house...), then Boston. Then friend, then Boston. I'm secretly wondering how long it will take for them to divide 100 cars before they even get to the playing. They both seemed to be a little suspicious that this was really the best way to go, but they complied. After they had both had about ten turns, I hear this coming from the bedroom.
"Hey, you got all the ones I wanted!!!!"
How could I not laugh?
I know this applies to the bigger picture, too. How often do we look at someone else's life or things or experiences and think..."Hey, you got all the ones I wanted!!!!"?
I hope God doesn't roll his eyes at me sometimes. Good thing I like the ones I got.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Thursday Spa

I love Thursdays. Inhale, Exhale....Smile. Vacuuming Day. When I'm done I seriously feel like I've just had a day at the spa. And the freshly vacuumed stairs and baseboards? They are like the pedicure. Be gone, Cheez-it crumbs, quilting snips, popcorn seeds and sock lint. I feel all dressed up with no place to go, but why on earth would I want to go anywhere? A sparkly house puts me in an exuberant mood (it may have to do with all those endorphins I worked up by shoving that vacuum all over the place, or maybe that my kids are somehow little angels again after their toys are picked up) and makes me want to share the joy. So here are some cute things.
1. Boston and Cooper saving the world while I vacuum the basement. Capes are a such a nice, non-cluttery toy. Boston is really not that much taller than Cooper--they are standing on the beanbag chair. The other day a door-to-door salesman asked if they were twins. I said, no, it's just the haircuts.

2. Meet Macy's imaginary enemy. She calls it her monster. It lives on the underside of the banister. This morning I had to talk her out of trying to feed it some vanilla yogurt.

3. Boston has been enjoying the nicer weather, although he is bothered that Kindergarten Orientation was a big fake-out and he doesn't actually get to start Real Kindergarten until fall. He has recently made friends with some robins that like to sing in our backyard. This photo is from the morning he informed me that he had made a bird trap. Look closely and you will see the not-so-fresh worm next to the goldfish on the deck stair. He failed to explain how the bird would actually get trapped if it did, in fact, take the bait. But he watched that trap all morning, and even tried it in the front yard watching out the window and yelling to Cooper to come quick! anytime a bird approached our lawn. I guess we should spend some time making a bird feeder. He took some comfort in that idea. "You can buy birdfeed at the store?"

I am also enjoying my membership to a county-wide library system. (That was actually the most exciting thing to me about moving here.) I can pretty much request any book I can think of and it magically appears on the hold shelf with my name in it. Pick me up, Jaclyn Day! I have to learn to pace myself because it seems like all of my requests (wishes to the book genie, really) always show up on the same day. Last week I finished the best novel I have read in a long time and had to agree with the critic on the back that it is the best kept secret in the literary world. Precious Bane by Mary Webb. Flat out gorgeous. And I'm not even partial just because my son also had a cleft lip.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Mmmm. Meaty.

Here are some cute shots of my glama-girl. One of the times, I dressed her. The other times, she did it herself. I wish I could claim her sense of style.
Last night at dinner Boston was waxing philosophical. "Let's see. Who is the littlest?" He looked all around the table until his eyes decided on Macy. "Who is the biggest?" He went with Mark on that one. Then he seemed to be struggling with his words a little, but I was delighted with what finally came out. "Who is the.....mediest?"