Sunday, February 24, 2013


Most of you have probably seen these pictures/heard this story on Facebook or Instagram, but I wanted to put them here on the blog too.  Emmett got stitches yesterday morning. :(

We had just finished breakfast and Carey and I were still sitting at the table with coffee and the newspaper.  The kids were playing and monkeying around and Emmett was trying to climb from the chair he was on to the chair I was sitting on.  He slipped between the two chairs and hit his head (just above his eyebrow) on the edge of my chair on the way down.  It was a really big cut, so we all headed down to Children's Hospital to get it stitched up.  This was our first visit to Children's - we weren't even sure where the emergency entrance was! I guess that's something to be thankful for - almost 5 years and only one visit to the hospital.

The hospital wasn't very busy, but we still had to wait for a while (thank goodness for goldfish crackers and the iPad!!).  They don't use a needle to inject freezing for kids (which is probably a good thing), but the gel they used took about half an hour to take effect.  This is when Emmett really lost it.  He had been doing well so far, but the gel had to have compression, so the nurse wrapped gauze around his head (including wrapping his one eye shut).  He was not impressed with that, and howled until he finally worked his way out of the gauze.  So they gave us a washcloth and told us to just hold that firmly on the spot. 

Then it was time for the stitches.  They swaddled him up like a little baby, and the nurse held his head still.  I think he would've been okay with this, but then they put a cloth over most of his face (with the little hole for doing the stitches) and he went nuts.  Howling, screaming, choking cries.  Rip-your-heart-in-half cries.  I was in there with him, and I almost started crying too.  They originally had talked about 4 stitches, but they only put 3 in - maybe because he was so upset? 

After the stitches were done was when I almost lost it.  I had told every doctor and nurse that we saw that we were leaving soon for vacation, and they had told me that they would use dissolvable stitches, so we wouldn't need to worry about getting them removed while we were away.  Well, I guess I missed one doctor - the doctor who actually did the stitches - and no one had told him (not even the student doctor who was standing. right. next. to. him.) and he did regular stitches.  Needless to say, I was a bit upset about this, and there was no way after everything Emmett went through that we were going to try to change the stitches.  However, after the doctors left, the nurse quietly asked me if I thought I could take the stitches out myself.  She gave me some tweezers and scissors for removing the stitches, and gave me a quick tutorial about removing stitches.  I'm not sure that I'll be able to do it myself, but I guess we'll see.  They also gave me a prescription for antibiotics, in case he develops an infection.

Emmett had a rough day after that.  Despite several doses of Tylenol, he still seemed to be in pain and he cried or whined almost all day (and unfortunately, hardly slept).  However, he must've tired himself out during the day, because he slept pretty well last night.  He woke up once around midnight, but went back to sleep after another dose of Tylenol.

Today he's been doing a bit better, but his eye looks more swollen and bruised today.  I plan to research (aka google) "minimize appearance of scars" today, to see what I can put on it to help it heal better and hopefully not leave too big of a scar.  That, or I need to start praying that his eyebrows grow in really big and bushy!

Friday, February 22, 2013

Baked spasagna

I will never be a food blogger (I almost always forget to take pictures of the food - I'm too busy eating it!), but I do like to share recipes that I've tried and liked, especially ones that the kids also liked.  This one I tried last night, and it went over well, even with the kids.  It's called "baked spasagna".

My kids aren't big fans of lasagna, but they like spaghetti and they liked this dish, which has the look of spaghetti, but all the same flavors of lasagna (with slightly less prep work).  I kept the meat sauce separate from the noodles, because Annika doesn't like to eat them together.  It's really cheesy, so it's not a "diet" dish, but it sure was delicious!  And it makes a lot!  I did half the recipe and it still was enough to be two meals for us (with a salad and garlic bread too, of course!).

Thursday, February 21, 2013

The eye doctor

Yesterday Annika and I went to the eye doctor.  This wasn't Annika's first visit - in fact, I think this was her third time.  There's nothing wrong with her eyes, but I just like to make sure everything's okay, and I think that getting kids used to going to places like the doctor, the dentist, etc at a young age is a good thing. 

Like I said, her eyes were perfect (that's gotta be from Carey, because I have terrible vision), but what made me the most happy was the way she listened to and interacted with the eye doctor.  Our normal doctor was on maternity leave, so we saw a new doctor.  She was very friendly and Annika answered all her questions (only one or two with a little prompting from me) and sat still the best she could (which isn't easy when they're blinding you with that bright light).  For those of you who know Annika, you know that she takes a while to "warm up" to new people and places (I hate saying she's shy, but I guess you could call it that), so the fact that she interacted so well with this new person made me really proud of her.

Afterwards, when we were in the glasses store getting some new contacts for me, Annika tried on all the kid glasses and decided that even though she didn't NEED glasses, she wanted some anyways. :P So I told her she was crazy (I started wearing glasses in grade 5 and hated them), but if she really wanted some, we could look for some fake glasses another day.  So now I need to take her shopping for "glasses"! 

As for me, I'm considering getting some new glasses too.  The doctor recommended that I give my eyes more of a break from the contacts.  I started wearing contacts when I was 14, and I've pretty much worn them all day, every day since then.  Lately I've started taking them out when the kids go to bed, and I'll usually have one day a week when I just wear my glasses, but it's still a lot for my eyes.  I'm going to get some prescription sunglasses (one reason why I don't wear my glasses more often is that I like to wear sunglasses for driving) and I'm thinking about getting a new pair as well (the place where I go has a "buy one, get one free" deal).  I could just use the deal to get new lenses in my current frames (which I still like, despite the fact that they're 10 years old), but I kind of want something new.  What do you think?

Friday, February 15, 2013

This moment - reading

"A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember."

Breaking the "no words" rule again today - I was upstairs brushing my teeth, and when I came downstairs the kids were perfectly quiet, engrossed in their books.  Approximately 30 seconds later, they were fighting. :P  Oh well, at least I could quickly snap a pic before the chaos erupted!

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Things I did today...

  • made a banana-blueberry-spinach smoothie for Emmett and me for breakfast
  • baked chocolate chip cookies
  • did laundry (one load still in the washer right now)
  • vacuumed upstairs
  • cut out hearts for Annika to make into Valentines for her teachers at preschool (the rest of the kids got bought cards, but she wanted to make something special for the teachers)
  • ran 2 miles on the treadmill while Annika was at school and Emmett was napping (I'm still slowly getting my groove back after being sick for so long - stupid cold)
  • played far too much Candy Crush (anyone else addicted to that game?  I'm stuck on level 65)
  • made Emmett laugh hysterically   
  • cooked a delicious supper - check out the recipe here
  • finally got my right ear to "crackle" and almost pop (I've had fluid - but no infection - stuck in there for almost 2 weeks, from my cold, and the doctor recommended "hold your nose and blow" to help clear it out.  Prior to tonight nothing would ever happen when I did that, so I was quite excited when it finally made a little crackling noise this evening.  It hasn't quite "popped" and cleared all the way yet, but this feels like progress - which is good because we'll be flying in less than 2 weeks)
  • put the kids to bed, sat down, put my feet up and blogged

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Play time

I love it that our kids are at an age where they can play together.  Sure, they fight (a lot sometimes), but sometimes they play together so well.  I love watching them play and seeing the different games they play.  Emmett is at a point where he doesn't know "girl toys" or "boy toys" so he usually will quite happily go along with whatever Annika wants to play (Barbies, dolls, house, restaurant, etc).  And although Annika is more aware of gender differences, she still enjoys playing with "boy" toys with Emmett (trucks, Lego, tool shop, etc).  The other day they went from playing "fix the dishwasher" to "ring around the rosy" with baby dolls without a blink of an eye.

Friday, February 1, 2013


I've been feeling a little down lately.  The past few weeks have been bitterly cold (I've heard the words "minus 40-something with the windchill" far too often), and I have a cold that just won't go away (today is day 10 - Kleenex's stock should be going up by now from how often I've been blowing my nose).  It's easy to start complaining, or thinking "poor me".  But...
  • I have a nice warm house, which is also large enough that we don't feel like we're cramped when we have to spend long days inside.
  • I have warm clothes for when I do venture outside, and I have a reliable car to get me safely and warmly where I need to go.
  • Cold weather = sun dogs, which always make me smile (I wish I had a picture to share, but I always seem to see them when I'm driving!).  They're like a special gift from God for those of us crazy enough to live in these cold places.
  • I have a cold, which is annoying and frustrating, but it is not life-threatening.  It will eventually go away, likely without any medical intervention.
  • Despite the fact that I've been hugging and kissing my kids (and sharing my germs with them), they are still healthy and happy.
  • I've had several opportunities (when the kids were with Grandma or Annika was at school and Emmett was napping) to take some "sick time" and just rest and baby myself a little.  That doesn't happen very often for most moms.

So, I'll try not to complain, because really, life isn't so bad.
(1000 gifts #221-226)