uh, yeah. nothing like announcing that you are going to get the kids off sugar and then waking up to fresh donuts from the grocery store. and yogurt smoothies. guess 11 pm is not a good time to initiate that discussion.
so, that question about bees hibernating? well, it is complicated. honeybees overwinter, basically huddling together in a football-sized clump (shudder...), keeping each other warm. this, apparently, is the reason they make so much honey--they need to eat in the winter too. i knew this at some point--like when i was 10 and a die-hard Ranger Rick fan, but had forgotten. however, yellowjackets and bumblebees do not overwinter--they all die, save for the queen, who does hibernate. upon waking, she lays a ton of eggs and gets a whole new colony. we looked al this up and had a very long, very engaged discussion about bees--so engaged that i let the dinner hour completely pass us by. get this: bees have a little notch on their front legs that cleans their antennae. AND bees sleep! is that not the cutest thing ever?
it was really nice--after so many days of skiing and skating and this-ing and that-ing, including this morning, it was so pleasant to sit down at the dining room table with 2 huge pads of paper and the computer and talk about bees. carter was also somewhat interested. he loved having his pen and paper, and he declared happily that he drew a 2! and a 4! and an N! -- i had to practically leap across the table to get ava to stop telling him that, no, he really did not draw a 2--i kept loudly talking over her, saying "wow, carter, that is GREAT! isn't that GREAT AVA?" as if she would get the subtext. he is suddenly very very interested in numbers and letters. he always has been quietly interested, but now he wants to talk about them. a lot.
he is also asking really perceptive questions, and carries on a running dialogue about all of his favorite characters--mary poppins, snow white, cinderella are all people who need routine rescuing, and he absolutely insists upon being called Diego, and that Ava is Alicia. This is after watching 'GO Diego GO' perhaps 5 times. Diego is Dora's cousin, and he is an animal rescuer--as is his sister Alicia, and his parents are animal scientists. Carter is constantly off to rescue a baby humpback whale or a baby chinchilla or perhaps some baby condors. To the uninitiated, it is very disconcerting to have a 2.5 year-old suddenly talk about chinchillas.
but once you know the story, and are prepared to have it embellished with all the other stories he is reading/watching, you can sort of piece together the narrative.
2 days ago, ava, carter and i all went out to The BarkEater for a pony ride on Precious, the cutest pony in the universe. ava loved it, carter enjoyed the mud puddles. he jumped in one paticularly deep one and then "fell" in it, and then came running at me yelling "here comes dirty man!"
ava was completely engrossed in her pony, and was very pleased that carter preferred the puddles to the horses. i assume we will be returning.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
so, i have this habit of identifying a potentially lethal ingredient in food/products/toys, and going on a wholesale purge. this summer, obviously, was the lead debacle, earlier in the year i had a panic attack regarding the carcinogens in our bath and body products (since toned down a bit, given ava's penchant for nail polish), i have avoided trans-fats for a while now--years, i think, we eat as organically as possible, and now the kids even know to ask if something has high-fructose corn syrup in it.
i was actually very proud of myself when, after reading an interesting article on the metabolism of high-fructose corn syrup, i decided to make sure it was not in our food, and when i raided the pantry, i only had to get rid of one or two things: rice krispies and some sort of nabisco product. the things i was worried about (pasta sauce, etc) turned out to be ok. hooray for paul newman.
however, in the past few weeks, ava has had some "ants in the pants" issues. make that a whole colony of ants in her pants. given that all of her other idiosyncrasies that drive me nuts tend to resolve over the course of a few weeks, i assume that this will too, but on the other hand, it is not really new. just more of it. basically, it is super-hyperness. but really annoying, and potentially dangerous if you are 2 and a half years old and have the dumb luck to be in her way as she careens through a doorway.
so, tonight, after a very very tough evening that took all of my patience, and then some, after she had finally settled down, instead of "talking" to her about it (which usually results in the most random explanations from her that indicate she has no idea as to why i am not happy--i mean, why wouldn't i think she was funny?), i thought and thought and thought and thought, and finally, despite there not being a very consistent correlation, perhaps before giving her another lecture about kindness and thoughtfulness blah blah blah, i would simply see if it might just be something she was consuming. like sugar. now, ava does not really eat that much sugar. she has been known to say "no thanks" to a starburst. but there are some things that she really loves. ice cream, creamsicles, and tonight she discovered the wonders of cheesecake.
of course, it could also be red dye # something, or blue or yellow, and it could be wheat, or corn, or none of those things, but you have to start somewhere, right? it is not inconceivable--she currently has a nasty red burn-like thing on the back of her hand from the foaming soap i bought after caving to the pleasepleasepleasepleasepleases -- i mean, hey, it's not sugar! turns out, that sensitivity that has characterized ava since she was born? yeah. soap that comes all foamy out of the nose of a plastic hippopotomus is just not a good idea.
so, sugar. i talked to her about it, and she was actually open to the idea. if you think about it, with this explanation, she saves face, and i was careful to remind her of all the wonderful things that have nothing to do with sugar.
this is going to be hard with carter, and i have not solved that issue yet. i still dispense little sweets to him when stuck somewhere (the car) with nothing to alleviate his distress.
but we are going to try. and with that resolution, i went to the kitchen this evening, after they had fallen asleep to get rid of the sugar. and you know what? i only threw a handful of things away. 2 ice-pops that were not all-fruit, and some lingering jellybeans, and some petrified gum. i hid the very expensive organic ginger-lemon cookies, since i could not justify throwing them away, and i put the gummy bears up high, for the same reason. i did not get rid of 2 mixes -- one for brownies, and one for sugar cookies, because they will last through this experiment, and she doesn't eat them anyway. and i only had to throw away one thing made with white flour too.
i have to say, i was proud. everyone thinks i am a super-sugar fiend, because i have a chocolate addiction, but i only eat one or 2 small chocolates a day. my pantry and my refrigerator were on the honor roll. this is also helped by the fact that ava does not really like typical kids fare--baked goods, sweet breakfasts, etc.
and i am not going to totally deny her either--in my opinion, that could create a monster who shovels sugary sweets into her mouth at every opportunity sans mom. so, we will just do it ourselves--no reason why we cannot make our own ice pops (other than the fact that it is completely impossible to find functioning ice-pop molds), and yogurt pops, and other sweet things using non-refined white sugar.
we'll see how it goes. worst case scenario? in 6 months, i will be trying to figure out how to wean her off salt and vinegar potato chips...
and if sugar is not the culprit? hmmmmm....i don't know.
i was actually very proud of myself when, after reading an interesting article on the metabolism of high-fructose corn syrup, i decided to make sure it was not in our food, and when i raided the pantry, i only had to get rid of one or two things: rice krispies and some sort of nabisco product. the things i was worried about (pasta sauce, etc) turned out to be ok. hooray for paul newman.
however, in the past few weeks, ava has had some "ants in the pants" issues. make that a whole colony of ants in her pants. given that all of her other idiosyncrasies that drive me nuts tend to resolve over the course of a few weeks, i assume that this will too, but on the other hand, it is not really new. just more of it. basically, it is super-hyperness. but really annoying, and potentially dangerous if you are 2 and a half years old and have the dumb luck to be in her way as she careens through a doorway.
so, tonight, after a very very tough evening that took all of my patience, and then some, after she had finally settled down, instead of "talking" to her about it (which usually results in the most random explanations from her that indicate she has no idea as to why i am not happy--i mean, why wouldn't i think she was funny?), i thought and thought and thought and thought, and finally, despite there not being a very consistent correlation, perhaps before giving her another lecture about kindness and thoughtfulness blah blah blah, i would simply see if it might just be something she was consuming. like sugar. now, ava does not really eat that much sugar. she has been known to say "no thanks" to a starburst. but there are some things that she really loves. ice cream, creamsicles, and tonight she discovered the wonders of cheesecake.
of course, it could also be red dye # something, or blue or yellow, and it could be wheat, or corn, or none of those things, but you have to start somewhere, right? it is not inconceivable--she currently has a nasty red burn-like thing on the back of her hand from the foaming soap i bought after caving to the pleasepleasepleasepleasepleases -- i mean, hey, it's not sugar! turns out, that sensitivity that has characterized ava since she was born? yeah. soap that comes all foamy out of the nose of a plastic hippopotomus is just not a good idea.
so, sugar. i talked to her about it, and she was actually open to the idea. if you think about it, with this explanation, she saves face, and i was careful to remind her of all the wonderful things that have nothing to do with sugar.
this is going to be hard with carter, and i have not solved that issue yet. i still dispense little sweets to him when stuck somewhere (the car) with nothing to alleviate his distress.
but we are going to try. and with that resolution, i went to the kitchen this evening, after they had fallen asleep to get rid of the sugar. and you know what? i only threw a handful of things away. 2 ice-pops that were not all-fruit, and some lingering jellybeans, and some petrified gum. i hid the very expensive organic ginger-lemon cookies, since i could not justify throwing them away, and i put the gummy bears up high, for the same reason. i did not get rid of 2 mixes -- one for brownies, and one for sugar cookies, because they will last through this experiment, and she doesn't eat them anyway. and i only had to throw away one thing made with white flour too.
i have to say, i was proud. everyone thinks i am a super-sugar fiend, because i have a chocolate addiction, but i only eat one or 2 small chocolates a day. my pantry and my refrigerator were on the honor roll. this is also helped by the fact that ava does not really like typical kids fare--baked goods, sweet breakfasts, etc.
and i am not going to totally deny her either--in my opinion, that could create a monster who shovels sugary sweets into her mouth at every opportunity sans mom. so, we will just do it ourselves--no reason why we cannot make our own ice pops (other than the fact that it is completely impossible to find functioning ice-pop molds), and yogurt pops, and other sweet things using non-refined white sugar.
we'll see how it goes. worst case scenario? in 6 months, i will be trying to figure out how to wean her off salt and vinegar potato chips...
and if sugar is not the culprit? hmmmmm....i don't know.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
the last 2 nights, ava has been up from 12 midnight or so to 3 am or so. the first night was really hard because i had not yet fallen asleep when she first awoke. thus i was up til 3. the noise outside our window was horrible, and it was a very rough night. the following night, i did fall asleep before she woke up, so got at least one hour in. but after she falls back asleep, carter starts stirring at 4:30. he usually goes back to sleep, then wakes an hour later, falls back asleep, wakes an hour later, etc. it makes actually sleeping very hard. in short, i have had no sleep. it really stinks.
despite that, we have had several fun days. we are plowing through playdoh. and now i don't bother to clean it up until 1 minute before bedtime. "mommy! no! not clean up my PLAYDOH!still playing with it! making cheese! want some?" and he does the same thing with his drawings--he makes drawings for people then refuses to declare them finished-"mommy! no! can't go! have to make this drawing for daddy. it's not finished yet..." and he proceeds to layer color upon color on his drawing. having lived with ava's minimalism for at least a year now, this is a nice change of pace. and it seems to be inspiring her. she was so upset one day when we went downstairs to deliver a picture he had drawn--she suddenly realized that he had beat her to the punch and she was empty handed. so in a fit of desperation, she grabbed a coaster so that she would have something to give to dad as a surprise too.
she still mis-uses words to comic effect. i don't know what she thinks "talented" means, but she appears to use it as a stand-in for "overwhelmed" -- "i was SO TALENTED with all that noise in the grocery store!" -- but she says it with such seriousness, i can't bring myself to correct her overtly.
today she asked me if bees hibernate. uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........hhmmmmmmmmmmm.......i think some do? not sure? perhaps some migrate? let's look it up when we get home!
we went to the barkeater today--a local riding place--mostly trail rides, but the people could not have been nicer, and now the kids have a place to go to ride. and maybe mom...
despite that, we have had several fun days. we are plowing through playdoh. and now i don't bother to clean it up until 1 minute before bedtime. "mommy! no! not clean up my PLAYDOH!still playing with it! making cheese! want some?" and he does the same thing with his drawings--he makes drawings for people then refuses to declare them finished-"mommy! no! can't go! have to make this drawing for daddy. it's not finished yet..." and he proceeds to layer color upon color on his drawing. having lived with ava's minimalism for at least a year now, this is a nice change of pace. and it seems to be inspiring her. she was so upset one day when we went downstairs to deliver a picture he had drawn--she suddenly realized that he had beat her to the punch and she was empty handed. so in a fit of desperation, she grabbed a coaster so that she would have something to give to dad as a surprise too.
she still mis-uses words to comic effect. i don't know what she thinks "talented" means, but she appears to use it as a stand-in for "overwhelmed" -- "i was SO TALENTED with all that noise in the grocery store!" -- but she says it with such seriousness, i can't bring myself to correct her overtly.
today she asked me if bees hibernate. uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........hhmmmmmmmmmmm.......i think some do? not sure? perhaps some migrate? let's look it up when we get home!
we went to the barkeater today--a local riding place--mostly trail rides, but the people could not have been nicer, and now the kids have a place to go to ride. and maybe mom...
Friday, March 28, 2008
ok, so a lot has happened, no idea where to start.
we have made a move that is literally to a living situation 180 degrees from where we used to be. from near complete wilderness and isolation to being in what is basically the middle of the village of lake placid. clearly not 'urban,' but it might as well be.
we really don't drive much. (!!!!!!!!!!!!)
we walk to school--drop off and pick up. how superb! i feel so virtuous getting them outside first thing.
we walk to the playground. every day. it is still snowed in, but that doesn't stop us.
we can walk around the lake. done it several times, even in the freezing rain (not planned, it started when we were on the far side of the lake). someone needs to do an analysis of how many extra calories one burns when pushing 70 lbs of child in a double stroller.
we FINALLY managed to go on a dogsled ride on mirror lake. ava missed her school outing to the dogs due to a raging fever, and i had promised her that i would take her. it dawned on me that even though winter shows no sign of abating (it snowed all day here), the ice on the lakes just might be thinking of thinning, and the dog sled man just might be thinking of quitting. so we went down one afternoon. it was actually quite fun, and remarkable. the dogs are so happy when running, and they are so enamored with their human. he was quite nice and the kids loved it.
speaking of dogs, rose has benefitted tremendously. she gets walked by a human who carries a poopy bag in their coat pocket at all times and amazingly, her incontinence has become less of a problem. this is amazing, because at our old house, she was in and out of the house seven-thousand times a day--but in the yard on her own. she goes out only 3 or 4 times a day now. apparently, the leash has a powerful psychological effect on her bladder, because she is holding it. but you cannot put on your coat without her showing up wondering if she is going out too. and ava is so enthusiastic about going out with her--first thing in the morning she will throw on her outside clothes and go walk, no matter how cold it is.
easter was great--after a morning of candy we went to the mountain and took part in the egg hunt there -- wow. hello aggressive children. i think because easter was earlier this year, there were more people willing to go to the mountain for the egg hunt--you could still ski, so why not? it was reported that there were 3000 kids. not sure if that is possible, but i do sort of believe it.
as i think i have mentioned, it is still seriously winter here. i cannot wait until we do not have to put on 17 different items of clothing just to go outside. we have had so much snow.
living in town has exposed us to many interesting things--simply by looking out our window. ava has an obsession with license plates--something that is 100% my genetic influence--and she will spend hours looking out the window, identifying them. we also have trucks, the mailman, construction vehicles, the trolly, and an unending stream of people and dogs. the latter are cute, the former are rather interesting. it is amazing what people will say on the sidewalk. usually, it is entertaining. today, we caught a glimpse into the not-so-entertaining things people will let fly in a strange town. fortunately, ava was at school and carter was almost asleep when a man, presumably a father, in front of (apparently (i did not see them, it was later reported to me) 2 young pre-school-ish kids, laid into his 12-ish kid. and when i say laid into, i mean it. i ran to the window to see if someone was gettining the crap beat out of them. and i was not the only one--people appeared in windows and doors all over the place. i could not make out everything he was saying, but learned later that he was not just screaming "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOU GD IDIOT???!?!??!??!?!?" but also some really unbelievable things like "f-you" and "go f-yourself..." i wish i had seen the kids, but i only saw the man. it does not translate to the written word well. it was BRUTAL. this is the sort of thing that makes your heart break. i mean, what could that 12-year old have done? think of the worst thing. really. worst case--say that 12 year old just revealed that he had intentionally committed the worst crime you could think of. does that even begin to justify that sort of behavior? ok, think of another situation. say the kid had done something that intentionally or unintentionally had ruined this man--financially or otherwise. something to make him really really outrageously angry and desperate. uncontrollably angry. does that justify such behavior? the kid was pre-pubescent. and the reality is, the likelyhood that the kid did anything of the sort is practically nil, and the even worse reality is: if this is what this man does to his (presumably) kid in public, what is happening now, behind closed doors?
fortunately, this has only happened once. more often than not, the entertainment has been funny and/or interesting.
though i forgot about people with insanely loud engines and stereo systems. amazing what slips the mind. and frankly, it is amazing that there are people who feel compelled to drive through lake placid as if they were in the big city and had something to prove. what a riot. Mr. Tough-n-Stuff.
The best part of all this? We finally live in a house with walls that are not made of precious wood, and we finally can tape things to them. Like the 3000 National Geographic maps that I have collected over the years, and which Ava totally adores. I taped it up and she immediately found China, "one of the biggest states..."
um, well, no, well, in a way, hmmm...that is an interesting way to put it, ava...
we have made a move that is literally to a living situation 180 degrees from where we used to be. from near complete wilderness and isolation to being in what is basically the middle of the village of lake placid. clearly not 'urban,' but it might as well be.
we really don't drive much. (!!!!!!!!!!!!)
we walk to school--drop off and pick up. how superb! i feel so virtuous getting them outside first thing.
we walk to the playground. every day. it is still snowed in, but that doesn't stop us.
we can walk around the lake. done it several times, even in the freezing rain (not planned, it started when we were on the far side of the lake). someone needs to do an analysis of how many extra calories one burns when pushing 70 lbs of child in a double stroller.
we FINALLY managed to go on a dogsled ride on mirror lake. ava missed her school outing to the dogs due to a raging fever, and i had promised her that i would take her. it dawned on me that even though winter shows no sign of abating (it snowed all day here), the ice on the lakes just might be thinking of thinning, and the dog sled man just might be thinking of quitting. so we went down one afternoon. it was actually quite fun, and remarkable. the dogs are so happy when running, and they are so enamored with their human. he was quite nice and the kids loved it.
speaking of dogs, rose has benefitted tremendously. she gets walked by a human who carries a poopy bag in their coat pocket at all times and amazingly, her incontinence has become less of a problem. this is amazing, because at our old house, she was in and out of the house seven-thousand times a day--but in the yard on her own. she goes out only 3 or 4 times a day now. apparently, the leash has a powerful psychological effect on her bladder, because she is holding it. but you cannot put on your coat without her showing up wondering if she is going out too. and ava is so enthusiastic about going out with her--first thing in the morning she will throw on her outside clothes and go walk, no matter how cold it is.
easter was great--after a morning of candy we went to the mountain and took part in the egg hunt there -- wow. hello aggressive children. i think because easter was earlier this year, there were more people willing to go to the mountain for the egg hunt--you could still ski, so why not? it was reported that there were 3000 kids. not sure if that is possible, but i do sort of believe it.
as i think i have mentioned, it is still seriously winter here. i cannot wait until we do not have to put on 17 different items of clothing just to go outside. we have had so much snow.
living in town has exposed us to many interesting things--simply by looking out our window. ava has an obsession with license plates--something that is 100% my genetic influence--and she will spend hours looking out the window, identifying them. we also have trucks, the mailman, construction vehicles, the trolly, and an unending stream of people and dogs. the latter are cute, the former are rather interesting. it is amazing what people will say on the sidewalk. usually, it is entertaining. today, we caught a glimpse into the not-so-entertaining things people will let fly in a strange town. fortunately, ava was at school and carter was almost asleep when a man, presumably a father, in front of (apparently (i did not see them, it was later reported to me) 2 young pre-school-ish kids, laid into his 12-ish kid. and when i say laid into, i mean it. i ran to the window to see if someone was gettining the crap beat out of them. and i was not the only one--people appeared in windows and doors all over the place. i could not make out everything he was saying, but learned later that he was not just screaming "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOU GD IDIOT???!?!??!??!?!?" but also some really unbelievable things like "f-you" and "go f-yourself..." i wish i had seen the kids, but i only saw the man. it does not translate to the written word well. it was BRUTAL. this is the sort of thing that makes your heart break. i mean, what could that 12-year old have done? think of the worst thing. really. worst case--say that 12 year old just revealed that he had intentionally committed the worst crime you could think of. does that even begin to justify that sort of behavior? ok, think of another situation. say the kid had done something that intentionally or unintentionally had ruined this man--financially or otherwise. something to make him really really outrageously angry and desperate. uncontrollably angry. does that justify such behavior? the kid was pre-pubescent. and the reality is, the likelyhood that the kid did anything of the sort is practically nil, and the even worse reality is: if this is what this man does to his (presumably) kid in public, what is happening now, behind closed doors?
fortunately, this has only happened once. more often than not, the entertainment has been funny and/or interesting.
though i forgot about people with insanely loud engines and stereo systems. amazing what slips the mind. and frankly, it is amazing that there are people who feel compelled to drive through lake placid as if they were in the big city and had something to prove. what a riot. Mr. Tough-n-Stuff.
The best part of all this? We finally live in a house with walls that are not made of precious wood, and we finally can tape things to them. Like the 3000 National Geographic maps that I have collected over the years, and which Ava totally adores. I taped it up and she immediately found China, "one of the biggest states..."
um, well, no, well, in a way, hmmm...that is an interesting way to put it, ava...
Friday, March 21, 2008
ok--i know. haven't posted in a long time. reasons:
1. we finally moved.
2. ava, carter and i managed to get some terrible illness, along the lines of influenza. i am still coughing.
3. did i mention we moved?
everything is going very well, adjusting to the new routines, etc.
of note--carter sat and played with playdoh for 2 hours yesterday.
TWO HOURS.
? i never knew kids did this. it is SO WONDERFUL.
1. we finally moved.
2. ava, carter and i managed to get some terrible illness, along the lines of influenza. i am still coughing.
3. did i mention we moved?
everything is going very well, adjusting to the new routines, etc.
of note--carter sat and played with playdoh for 2 hours yesterday.
TWO HOURS.
? i never knew kids did this. it is SO WONDERFUL.
Monday, March 10, 2008
We went to Burlington for the weekend—some of Ava’s friends were competing in a skating competition, and she had asked if we could go. She had learned that it involved a hotel with a pool, and that was hard to resist. Having some things to do in Burlington, and needing the break, I decided to go. It was intended to be a one-night affair—go on Friday, swim, get room service, sleep, go to the competition, do a little shopping, and go home. As of Saturday AM, all was going according to plan. The girl that we had gone to see had won her compulsory moves the night before, a huge deal, since she was 6 and her competitors were 10 and 11, and we were all very proud of her. Moreover, it was also a slap in the face to some of the not so nice individuals that are involved with our skating club who don’t like her coach and have taken great pleasure in this little girl’s losses in the past. More on that in another post, but all I can say is that it amazes me that some parents and coaches can be so preoccupied with themselves that they take every opportunity to puff themselves up, even if it is at the expense of a 6-year-old’s disappointment. And I am not exaggerating. I know a parent who gleefully exclaimed that this little girl ‘got her clock cleaned’ at a competition. HELLO??????????? Since when is it acceptable for an adult to be that competitive with a small child? Anyway, the win was a great one, and Ava was completely thrilled for her. And the rest of the competition was fun to watch—we knew many of the little girls, and the structure of the competition for the lower levels is such that there are never more than 4 girls competing, so nearly everyone gets something. As we were leaving the arena, I noticed that it was raining slightly. When I got to the car, it was covered in ice. Hmmmm. Perhaps we’ll stay another night? No big deal, the kids would be excited, and we could do more swimming, and spend more time at the toy store. So we went home, went swimming, got lunch, and headed out to the grocery store (I could not handle another $40 hamburger). On the way, my ice scraper AND my windshield wipers broke, so after I turned right over a curb into the parking lot of a strip mall, I found what I was looking for: the auto parts store. And the sign said “free wiper installation today.” Right on. So, 2 new wipers and one ergonomically engineered scraper later, we went to the grocery store, got supplies, and headed to the toy store.
Kid’s Town is a GREAT toy/kid gear store. It has everything, and has lots of stuff out for the kids to play with. We needed a booster seat for Ava and an umbrella stroller for both, and we secured those, then I let them wander around, perusing the goodies. Ava had to go potty, so we all trekked to the bathroom, where I neglected to lock the door (it never occurs to me when I am not the one going), and just as we were finishing a man poked in, quickly retreated and apologized when we came out. I told him not to worry, and then turned to chase the kids. Carter started running back to the train table where he had just started playing when Ava’s bladder interrupted him, and I called for him to slow down. Ava was behind me, and yelled “mom! Look!” I paused, turned to look over my shoulder, and Ava was holding a wolf puppet—I had apparently knocked it off as I was chasing Carter. I asked her to put it back for me, then turned back around only to see Carter scuff his foot on the carpet and pitch forward. From my position, I could see that he had hit the table, and I figured he had gotten a bump. I ran to him, and when I got there, the blood was everywhere. Shit. I quickly found the source, a gaping hole in his forehead. But even then, I had the composure to note within a nanosecond that 1. It needed stitches and 2. It was a clean, straight slice, which was good. I held him and people started shoving tissues and towels at me, and then the conundrum I was in struck me: how would I get him to the hospital without allowing this thing to bleed profusely? An employee said that she would get me an ambulance. Even though I needed it, I thought “Oh my god! An ambulance? For stitches? And how in the world would I ever get back to my car???” Then, that man that I told you about? The one that poked in on us in the bathroom? He said “My wife and I can drive you to the hospital. We have a car—one of us can drive your car, and the other will drive out car.” And this person drove my car while I sat in the back, holding onto Carter’s head. While we were still in the store, many many people kept saying “Mom, you are staying so calm—you are so composed—etc. “ And I was thinking “I AM IN SHOCK!” -- I was, but I also tend to react this way, as I think most moms do. I had to be calm—what good would flipping out do? I was also completely silent when I was in labor—it is just what I do. Fortunately it is a good reaction to have. (and having a surgeon for a father also helps—I am relatively familiar with trauma, and it does not create a panic in me). Ava was a superstar—she just stood by and did what she was told to do. The only hard part was getting her to relinquish the 2 stuffed horses that she had picked out for herself and Carter. Another employee told her that they would set them aside for her. And she let them go.
Halfway there, Carter stopped crying. He looked at me and said “mommy, I’m better now. Not go to doctor, please.” I smiled and said that we still had to go, there were some things that the doctor had to look at.
We arrived at the ER, and the front desk person said “here to be seen? Triage room 2.” And we were triaged immediately, and sent to room 30. ROOM 30! We live in a town where there are 5 rooms in the ER. This was one LARGE emergency room. It is a level-1 trauma center, so I figured at least they do a lot of stitching. On the other hand, it occurred to me that this might mean we were not exactly priority patients. Nevertheless, we were seen by the nurse pretty rapidly. I mentioned that Carter was ‘tooting’ and could I go get my diaper bag, because, well, he might need to go. I think that helped move our treatment along. The nurse said that someone would see him pretty quickly. And someone did come in. He took one look at it and looked at me and said “we need to fix this.” It was not meant as new information, but more like, “yes, you’re right, he does need stitches.” He carefully explained everything that would happen, and this helped to get Ava to stop asking if Carter was going to have to be in the papoose (she knew the story of my sister and her stitches at 4 ½ years—the papoose was very problematic for Michaela, to put it mildly). They applied lidocaine to a piece of gauze, then put that in the wound, then taped it, and let us watch TV for 20 minutes. Level 1-trauma centers have cable TV. This is a good thing, but there was literally nothing on. Finally, SpongeBob came on. Neither child has ever seen SpongeBob, and I don’t think they even know who he is, despite the ubiquitous-ness of that character, and I was not exactly thrilled about it, but we were grateful for what we had. Both of them sat and stared at this show with an expression of complete confusion. At one point, without turning her head, Ava said “mommy? What’s going on in this show?” Fortunately, there was enough comic relief in the form of belching and crashing that both kids were moderately entertained, but I am fairly certain neither child felt any compulsion to watch it again. I actually was the one that laughed the most. After a bit, they reapplied the lidocaine, then once more, and finally the PA came in to sew him up. He had me lie next to Carter, on my side, drape my left leg over Carter’s legs and hold both of his arms with my left arm—my right arm was under his neck. Basically, I had Carter in a bear hug, which was brilliant—this is how Carter falls asleep every night. He warned me that Carter would struggle and scream, and that I had to be prepared to restrain him. Then up up up we went on the table, and he draped Carter so that he could still see—with a clever triangular folding of surgical towels. Carter did not move, and he did not make a sound. Then he washed the wound with betadine, then rinsed it. Still, nothing from Carter. Just some deep breaths (my little yogi). Then he started to sew. No struggle. No scream. Not a sound. Just a breathing. Towards the end, I think it hurt, because he whimpered and cringed and his mouth crumpled, but all he did was make that huhuhuhhuhuhuhu sound that you make after crying hard. He exhaled, and made a teeny tiny high pitched sound. And that was it. The PA tied off, took off the drapes, and put bacitracin and a bandaid on him. And we were finished.
The nurse and the PA walked out of the room, incredulous. They were still talking about him to all the other staff when we were leaving. “you would not believe how good this kid was, etc etc.” Ava put it best. She said “Mom! Carter was amazing! We need to get him a present! I know that I would not have been that quiet….I would have been SCREAMING my head off!” I laughed and said, yes, Ava, I think you are right. Ava is a kid that will scream for an hour because her throat hurts and she is ANGRY that her throat hurts. Never mind that she is making it worse. She is a total screamer, and will not stop. It is excruciating.
Carter has only complained once, and that was because he was not allowed to go swimming. We returned home on Sunday, to a landscape ravaged by the ice-storm. In retrospect, it was pretty darn lucky that we were in a hotel, which was pretty much a fortress with a generator. A chunk of ice destroyed one of our porch windows, and frankly, had he hurt himself here, I would not have had someone to drive us to the hospital, and given the fact that there was a travel ban in our county, it sounds as if it would have been a very difficult ride. Three days later, the wound is remarkably better looking. Even yesterday it was still red and swollen. Today, you can see that when the stitches are out, it will just be a thin line. It is amazing how quickly kids heal.
Ava went with me to the drug store, and she picked out a stuffed golden retriever puppy for him. He immediately named it Jamie, which was so great, because that means that he has been listening closely to the stories that I tell Ava about my childhood dog, Jamie, the Golden Retriever.
They may argue and get into tussles, but when it comes down to it, they care so much about one another. Before we got to the hospital, Ava asked 5 times, in a very worried voice, if he would be ok. This scared her, and she was really worried about him. If anything good came of this, it was the confirmation of their connection.
Kid’s Town is a GREAT toy/kid gear store. It has everything, and has lots of stuff out for the kids to play with. We needed a booster seat for Ava and an umbrella stroller for both, and we secured those, then I let them wander around, perusing the goodies. Ava had to go potty, so we all trekked to the bathroom, where I neglected to lock the door (it never occurs to me when I am not the one going), and just as we were finishing a man poked in, quickly retreated and apologized when we came out. I told him not to worry, and then turned to chase the kids. Carter started running back to the train table where he had just started playing when Ava’s bladder interrupted him, and I called for him to slow down. Ava was behind me, and yelled “mom! Look!” I paused, turned to look over my shoulder, and Ava was holding a wolf puppet—I had apparently knocked it off as I was chasing Carter. I asked her to put it back for me, then turned back around only to see Carter scuff his foot on the carpet and pitch forward. From my position, I could see that he had hit the table, and I figured he had gotten a bump. I ran to him, and when I got there, the blood was everywhere. Shit. I quickly found the source, a gaping hole in his forehead. But even then, I had the composure to note within a nanosecond that 1. It needed stitches and 2. It was a clean, straight slice, which was good. I held him and people started shoving tissues and towels at me, and then the conundrum I was in struck me: how would I get him to the hospital without allowing this thing to bleed profusely? An employee said that she would get me an ambulance. Even though I needed it, I thought “Oh my god! An ambulance? For stitches? And how in the world would I ever get back to my car???” Then, that man that I told you about? The one that poked in on us in the bathroom? He said “My wife and I can drive you to the hospital. We have a car—one of us can drive your car, and the other will drive out car.” And this person drove my car while I sat in the back, holding onto Carter’s head. While we were still in the store, many many people kept saying “Mom, you are staying so calm—you are so composed—etc. “ And I was thinking “I AM IN SHOCK!” -- I was, but I also tend to react this way, as I think most moms do. I had to be calm—what good would flipping out do? I was also completely silent when I was in labor—it is just what I do. Fortunately it is a good reaction to have. (and having a surgeon for a father also helps—I am relatively familiar with trauma, and it does not create a panic in me). Ava was a superstar—she just stood by and did what she was told to do. The only hard part was getting her to relinquish the 2 stuffed horses that she had picked out for herself and Carter. Another employee told her that they would set them aside for her. And she let them go.
Halfway there, Carter stopped crying. He looked at me and said “mommy, I’m better now. Not go to doctor, please.” I smiled and said that we still had to go, there were some things that the doctor had to look at.
We arrived at the ER, and the front desk person said “here to be seen? Triage room 2.” And we were triaged immediately, and sent to room 30. ROOM 30! We live in a town where there are 5 rooms in the ER. This was one LARGE emergency room. It is a level-1 trauma center, so I figured at least they do a lot of stitching. On the other hand, it occurred to me that this might mean we were not exactly priority patients. Nevertheless, we were seen by the nurse pretty rapidly. I mentioned that Carter was ‘tooting’ and could I go get my diaper bag, because, well, he might need to go. I think that helped move our treatment along. The nurse said that someone would see him pretty quickly. And someone did come in. He took one look at it and looked at me and said “we need to fix this.” It was not meant as new information, but more like, “yes, you’re right, he does need stitches.” He carefully explained everything that would happen, and this helped to get Ava to stop asking if Carter was going to have to be in the papoose (she knew the story of my sister and her stitches at 4 ½ years—the papoose was very problematic for Michaela, to put it mildly). They applied lidocaine to a piece of gauze, then put that in the wound, then taped it, and let us watch TV for 20 minutes. Level 1-trauma centers have cable TV. This is a good thing, but there was literally nothing on. Finally, SpongeBob came on. Neither child has ever seen SpongeBob, and I don’t think they even know who he is, despite the ubiquitous-ness of that character, and I was not exactly thrilled about it, but we were grateful for what we had. Both of them sat and stared at this show with an expression of complete confusion. At one point, without turning her head, Ava said “mommy? What’s going on in this show?” Fortunately, there was enough comic relief in the form of belching and crashing that both kids were moderately entertained, but I am fairly certain neither child felt any compulsion to watch it again. I actually was the one that laughed the most. After a bit, they reapplied the lidocaine, then once more, and finally the PA came in to sew him up. He had me lie next to Carter, on my side, drape my left leg over Carter’s legs and hold both of his arms with my left arm—my right arm was under his neck. Basically, I had Carter in a bear hug, which was brilliant—this is how Carter falls asleep every night. He warned me that Carter would struggle and scream, and that I had to be prepared to restrain him. Then up up up we went on the table, and he draped Carter so that he could still see—with a clever triangular folding of surgical towels. Carter did not move, and he did not make a sound. Then he washed the wound with betadine, then rinsed it. Still, nothing from Carter. Just some deep breaths (my little yogi). Then he started to sew. No struggle. No scream. Not a sound. Just a breathing. Towards the end, I think it hurt, because he whimpered and cringed and his mouth crumpled, but all he did was make that huhuhuhhuhuhuhu sound that you make after crying hard. He exhaled, and made a teeny tiny high pitched sound. And that was it. The PA tied off, took off the drapes, and put bacitracin and a bandaid on him. And we were finished.
The nurse and the PA walked out of the room, incredulous. They were still talking about him to all the other staff when we were leaving. “you would not believe how good this kid was, etc etc.” Ava put it best. She said “Mom! Carter was amazing! We need to get him a present! I know that I would not have been that quiet….I would have been SCREAMING my head off!” I laughed and said, yes, Ava, I think you are right. Ava is a kid that will scream for an hour because her throat hurts and she is ANGRY that her throat hurts. Never mind that she is making it worse. She is a total screamer, and will not stop. It is excruciating.
Carter has only complained once, and that was because he was not allowed to go swimming. We returned home on Sunday, to a landscape ravaged by the ice-storm. In retrospect, it was pretty darn lucky that we were in a hotel, which was pretty much a fortress with a generator. A chunk of ice destroyed one of our porch windows, and frankly, had he hurt himself here, I would not have had someone to drive us to the hospital, and given the fact that there was a travel ban in our county, it sounds as if it would have been a very difficult ride. Three days later, the wound is remarkably better looking. Even yesterday it was still red and swollen. Today, you can see that when the stitches are out, it will just be a thin line. It is amazing how quickly kids heal.
Ava went with me to the drug store, and she picked out a stuffed golden retriever puppy for him. He immediately named it Jamie, which was so great, because that means that he has been listening closely to the stories that I tell Ava about my childhood dog, Jamie, the Golden Retriever.
They may argue and get into tussles, but when it comes down to it, they care so much about one another. Before we got to the hospital, Ava asked 5 times, in a very worried voice, if he would be ok. This scared her, and she was really worried about him. If anything good came of this, it was the confirmation of their connection.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
as i have said previously, ava is not really a 'drawing' sort of a girl. she likes to write, and she likes watercolor, but what she really loves doing is constructing. why do 2D when you can have 3D? an example is below. i had nothing to do with this. the grapefruit is there for size reference.
today, i introduced papier mache (that looks a bit too snooty. but paper mache isn't right.) anyway, i figured she would love it, but wowie. what a hit. AND: WHAT AN AMAZING MESS.
if you hand your child a stack of paper and say "here...rip this into small thin strips..." but do not clarify that you want it all in one location, be prepared for your house to resemble this:
today, i introduced papier mache (that looks a bit too snooty. but paper mache isn't right.) anyway, i figured she would love it, but wowie. what a hit. AND: WHAT AN AMAZING MESS.
if you hand your child a stack of paper and say "here...rip this into small thin strips..." but do not clarify that you want it all in one location, be prepared for your house to resemble this:
and believe me, it was not limited to just this room. let's just say that after making cornbread, papIer mache, smoothies, plain ol' lunch, playdoh, and dinner, i had had more than enough of picking up and dishes.
the cornbread thing too--oh my god. not 10 minutes after waking, "mommy! can we make cornbread for breakfast??!!?" i think my groan was audible across the pond. i had consumed but one sip of my coffee. nevertheless, we did it, and SHE ATE IT. that is all i ask. i have no idea why she will eat this baked good, and no others save for gingersnaps, but whatever.
carter enjoyed the mess part of the day, other than getting the papIer mache glue on his hands, but did not partake. he preferred to sit with his coloring book -- and the crayons that ava has never used.
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