Uber Mommy

Ok, now I've gone so long without blogging that there is too much to catch up on. Did I mention that within 5 months of staying home I had one kid with a broken arm and one kid with stitches in his forehead. There are only *3* kids, ya know. Those aren't great odds.

Megan fell off a rock at the park and broke her arm in late Aug. In her defense, it was a 8 foot rock. She only fell like 4 feet though... it was actually an aborted jump... from what she told me, since I wasn't watching. But I was close... very close by.

And there is a good reason that we didn't go to the doctor right away...a very good reason. See, the kids had ALL 3 slept in their own rooms all night long for 5 nights in a row. Do you know how rare that is? Do you? They had been promised Chuck E Cheese (dear God, shoot me) so I couldn't take her to the doctor and skip CEC. And she seemed to be moving it so we called it a sprain and went home to eat lunch. Then we went to CEC (on a full stomach so we wouldn't have to eat that stuff) and that is when I noticed her holding the arm tucked in... bummer. If a kid uses the weak arm on skeeball, you know there is a problem. Tony was home sick that day so we went home, left the other two kids under his dubious (that day) care, and we ran to the pediatrician as they were closing. They sent us straight to the arm dr who confirmed a broken arm and gave her a sassy pink cast.

Good news: kids heal fast and she was only in it for 3 weeks.

Bad news: the sassiness of a pink cast wears off in about 3 days.

So then we got the very pittiful: Mommy, I'm tired of my pink arm. Can I have my reg-lee-are arm back now?

Very sad. But we got over it. Arm is as good as new now. We've even been back to the dredded rock and she has re-conquered it.

Now, Clay can actually tell the story of his stitches better than any body else but you'll have to just imagine it. The kids were playing chase around the house and I was busy preparing a hot lunch. No really. I was going to be cool mommy and do a 'taste test lunch'. Blind fold the little buggers and have them try a bunch of food they say they don't like and then show them how good it was. Listen to the line-up: Mac Salad, baked breaded flounder, pot stickers, red and green grapes, PBJ, fried balony sandwich, and a few other things I can't remember now.

Point is... the flounder was coming out of the oven. Clay came flying around the corner and whacked right into the open door. Down like a sack of ... something heavy. Came up screaming and bleeding. Mommy momentarily paniced ----- 3 hungry (one hurt) kids at the ER!?!? Dear god - can I stitch straight enough to close this myself?? Do I even have white thread?

Then reason set in and I thought of somebody to keep the other two while I took him to the dr. They were able to use the disolvable stitches and the scar is minimal. And I will say that after the initial freak out, Clay was calm and held the towel to the top of his head (appr 8 in above the actual hole) during the drive to the drs office. (I stopped the bleeding at home.) He didn't even cry when they cleaned it or put the glue on or anything. And he only wimpered when the nurse got her glove stuck in the glue on his forehead. What a trooper - Clay I mean, not that dumb woman.

Moral of the story: Don't make hot lunches. That is for freakin' Leave it to Beaver.

Please see pic of Clay's knarly head, complete with dopey expression. Pics of Megan's cast will have to follow. They are on a disposable camera that I can't seem to finish.