Sunday, March 17, 2013

Kids, Please Be More Careful

I am now to the point of begging my children to be more careful.  They have tripped, scraped and broken their way through 2013.  It is only Saint Patrick's Day, but they aren't really feeling the luck of their Irish Roots when it comes to injuries. 

Mick started the cascade back in January, falling and splitting open that notorious spot kids' catch right at their the brow line (Jaley did it when she was little).  The final decision was  "chicks dig scars," so lets skip the stitches and go with a little Dermabond. 

Next one down was Sarah.  She took a quite faceplant on the playground at school at recess.  For anyone who has scraped up their face, the worst part is usually facing world.  Sarah was a good sport, but rightfully, didn't want anyone to see her.  Luckily, it was Friday and the scrapes weren't very deep.  By Monday, she was looking much better and we figured out we could use hoodies as camoflague. 

Like these types of things, they come in threes.  Jaley was next and she was the big broken one.  I simply said, "Come to dinner." Which translated in kid speak to, "Bound off the end table, leap over the ottoman, and try to do a front flip over Sarah on the way to the kitchen table for dinner."  Sarah wasn't ready, and Jaley went down and went down hard -- right on her nose.  Yup, it was broken.  First, broken bone in our house.  As soon as she stood up, I knew it was broken.  And what did I do?  Not to much, because there isn't too much you can do for little noses.  We did end up getting that opinion verified by two pediatric ENT's, but it took a few days to get the right appointments, until then ice and ibuprofen.  Jaley is now almost recovered and much to my pleasure not doing any more flips around the house.

Then last weekend, Mick decided to fall again, ruining my theory about things happening in threes.  It was pretty much a repeat of the January thing except this time he split open that notorious spot catch right under kids' chins (I did it twice when I was little).  The final decision was once again, "chicks dig scars," so lets skip the stitches and go with the Dermabond. 

While much of my recent time has been spent at doctor's (my own and the kids), the rest of it has been spent getting ready to move.  We had an epic garage sale last weekend.  We posted the start at 8AM, but folks showed up well before the sun rose.  Scott's words were "never again."   Of course, that was before he heard the finally tally on earnings. 

Scott is now on a 3-week run to CA, he won't be back to NC until after Easter.  I am headed to CA next weekend for a 3-night house hunting trip.  It will be longest I have been away from the kids in 5 years.  What I am most looking forward too is 5 uninterrupted hours sitting on the plane.  I can read a book or watch a movie or take a nap.  Glorious.  A very special thank you to Nana for making this glorious trip a reality.  She is watching the kids, while I travel West to check out the new locale.  Thanks Nana. 

Almost as soon as I get back from CA, we are off to FL for a family trip to Mimi and Poppa's for Easter.  We wanted to visit them in Vero before we left the East Coast.  Spring has been slow to arrive in NC, so we are looking forward to warm weather lots of pool time.

That is life in the stroller lane.  

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