Jeffrey has been in a phase lately where he asks lots of questions, most of them in-answerable either because they are unintelligible because he just really is still not constructing his sentences very well, or because they just don't really have answers.
Some recent examples are:
"Are kangaroos not afraid of heights?"
"Do spiders eat 2 flies for breakfast?"
After Charlotte's recent head injury, I have been trying to keep a special watch over her so that she doesn't burst open her wound or worse yet, acquire another one! It makes me realize what a clumsy little daredevil she is. She is constantly running around, jumping off the back of the couch yelling "cannonball!" or hanging by her feet from the back of the desk chair. Last night she was running around the house in circles (with most of the lights off). I was worrying about her doing this because I didn't want her to run into anything, and then I hear from the kitchen, mid-run, "Can't catch me, I the gingewbwed man!"
Charlotte was very over-tired yesterday because of her refusal to take a nap, and last night shortly after I put her to bed I heard her crying. I went in to check on her and she was sitting up with her pillow/blanket in disarray and she told me despondently, "Piwow not working, bwankie not working, juice not working!" I think we all know that feeling.
Jeffrey:I didn't finish this worksheet because I was in speech.
Arabelle: That's okay because you're still the best boy in the world.
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| And...here's our latest traumatic event. Last Friday Charlotte tripped in the front room and as I tried to catch her she hit her forehead on the corner of a speaker. I picked her up expecting her to be no worse for wear because the fall didn't seem that bad. Imagine my horror when I saw a gaping 3/4 inch cut that obviously required stitches. I had all of my kids plus one extra that I was babysitting. I had to keep pressure on the wound to prevent bleeding and knew that it would take John too long to get home from work 30+ minutes away and then drive with me to Urgent Care in Loveland. So I called Sister Hawkins in the Relief Society Presidency who I know quite well, and she arranged for Sis. Huff the Relief Society President to drive me and all the kids to Urgent Care. There really are few ladies in the ward that don't work or have various kids at home. Then Sis. Huff took the 3 older kids to the park and to get ice cream. John met me at the Urgent Care and it's a good thing because it was quite a traumatic experience as I knew it would be. The doctor told us that stitches would provide better closure and a thinner scar but that it's a lot more painful for the kids than simply gluing. We decided to give the stitches a try, but after getting 4 shots to numb the area, Charlotte was so angry and upset that the doctor said he wouldn't do the stitches. John and I both agreed that we think the doctor gave up too easily . We were quite confident that John could have held her still enough to do the stitches, especially since she was already numb at that point, but we had to do what the doctor was willing to do. I felt horrible about the whole thing because I felt like I could have prevented what happened since I was right there and I felt like I had ruined her perfect little face. I'm unwilling to remove the band-aid to take a picture of the actual wound, but this will give you an idea of the placement. |
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| More bathtub art. Arabelle always impresses me with her creativity and perfect symmetry. |
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| Arabelle continues to torture Elsie and then ask me to take pictures of it. Arabelle got in Elsie's face on Sunday when Elsie was really agitated about a squirrel in a tree, and Elsie bit her nose, but despite a couple of small cuts on, this has not deterred Arabelle in the slightest. |
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| a cooking class with Corinne |
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| school outfit |
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| Some messes are creative...this went all the way around the house. Arabelle said she was making a "trail". |
