May 16th, 2009 by Alicia
Another week gone by with no blog posts! What is wrong with me? I haven’t really been keeping up with Bloglines either and have dozens of unread blogs to pick through. But you know, it’s actually kind of nice to not be chained to the internet so much lately. I’ve been sewing a lot, crafting a lot, learning to knit, and most of all enjoying my boys before they are no longer just “the boys.” The Boys plus a girl. Eep!
Anyway, just wanted to make sure everyone knows I’m still alive.
Two of my three adorable men:
The third one getting in some big brother practice with my friend’s adorable baby girl:
And some of Sawyer’s artistic handiwork. The person on the left with the pink hair is me. Second from the right is Darth Vader, according to him. And above us are the sun, moon and rain clouds all at once. Genius.
April 5th, 2009 by Alicia
Okay, so it’s not really that bad. But I thought I would warn you squeamish folks up front.
As of last night, I have officially completed one of the Milestones of Motherhood: the first trip to the Emergency Room for stitches. Surprisingly, we haven’t had to do this yet with Sawyer, but with Beckett being my more monkey-like and fearless one, he had to get it out of the way early.
We had some friends over for dinner last night, and while the lasagna was in the oven we went outside so my friend could take some family pictures of us. The boys looked adorable in their Easter outfits and the shoot went pretty well, considering we have two children who like to run in opposite directions like repelling magnets.
After the pictures, we came back to the house and were headed inside to have dinner. Sawyer and Beckett were, of course, running to see who could get through the front door first. Beckett’s pants were a little big and his shoes a little too clunky I guess, because he tripped on the front step and dove head-first into the edge of the bricks by the front door.
I was too far back to see the point of impact and thought he had just hit the front door or not hit anything. Was expecting a couple tears and then another mad dash into the house. But the look on DH’s face said otherwise and when he grabbed him up and spun around, I saw the blood a-gushing. Yep, onto his Easter outfit that he’d had on for all of 30 minutes (luckily Daddy actually accumulated most of the blood so I think I may be able to save the outfit).
I instantly flipped into Mommy Mode and ran into the house to grab a rag. Sat him up on the counter to survey the damage and instantly said, “Yep, that’ll need stitches.” I was so thankful that our friends were there, because we were able to leave Sawyer with them and take their van so that DH could ride beside Beckett and hold the rag on his head. He was such a doll baby and had stopped crying before we ever made it off our street, because I told him we were going to see a doctor to make it better.
We got to the ER and saw a triage nurse, and were thankfully able to get the bleeding stopped and a band-aid applied for the wait in the waiting room. I am knocking on all the wood available and hoping we don’t catch the stomach bug from the little girl who was puking next to us. *shudder*
Once we got back into the room to see the doctor, a nurse came in to check out the damage and apply some numbing medicine. Beckett was so sweet and sat still for everything. He even did fabulously through his tetanus shot, which we unfortunately had to get sooner than I was hoping (since we delay vaccinations, he hadn’t had it yet). He would wave to the nurse and say thanks every time she left the room. Total heartbreaker.
And a side note, I was amused by but did not appreciate the doctor who felt the need to come in and tell us that “tetanus is something you die from” and then leaving. Thank you, all-knowing ER doctor with stellar bedside manner. /sarcasm
Anyway. The nurse came back in then and applied some numbing medicine, which was really fabulous because it prevented him from having to get ANY shots of local anesthetic. I was so thankful for that. He had me cracking up because as soon as she applied it, he said “Ice cream!” because it felt cold.
We left that on for about half an hour and then the doctor came in to stitch him up. This was by far the worst part and I was loving her for being so quick about it. We had to wrap him up in a sheet like a burrito so he couldn’t thrash, and just being held down like that really terrified him. He cried for me the whole time and it broke my heart into a million pieces. BUT, he didn’t feel a single stitch go in, and that made it so much easier for me since I knew he was only crying because he didn’t want to be held down. It only took about five minutes and she had three stitches applied and we were done.
He is, of course, back to his ever rambunctious self this morning, giving me mini heart attacks every time he dives onto the couch head first. Kids and being resilient and all that – it really is true.
I’m not one to miss documenting this type of event, so I of course have pictures. Look away now if a few drops of blood and some stitches gross you out! I wasn’t TOO terrible of a mom because I at least waited until the major drama and gushing blood was over before busting out the camera.
Daddy and Beckett waiting at the ER. This was after we saw the triage nurse and we had gotten the bleeding stopped by then. We had to drive to the hospital with a rag pressed on his head.
Waiting for the nurse to come in and apply the numbing medicine.
Numbing medicine in place, kicking back and eating a Pop Tart.
All stitched up, bandaged, and waiting for our discharge papers.
Changing band-aids when we got home – as you can see he was happy as ever, hardly phased.
And the stitches this morning.
April 2nd, 2009 by Alicia
Or so my 2-year-old would have you believe.
Today, Beckett got a haircut. And I think we succeeded in annoying the piss out of every patron and stylist in the salon as he wailed and squawked like he was on fire. I know what you’re thinking: where are the pictures of this so-called torture? I don’t have any, because I was busy pinning his arms down and hugging him to my chest while the stylist tried not to slice an ear off amidst his thrashing.
He didn’t want a Tootsie Roll Pop, he didn’t want to wear the cool lime green cape with cars on it, and he certainly didn’t want the Clippers of Doom anywhere near his head. Thankfully for my sanity (and much to the enjoyment of everyone’s ears) he calmed down towards the end. One hair-covered red sucker, two sticky hands, a snotty nose and some cleavage full of hair shavings later, this little man emerged:
So in my opinion, the torture was worth it because he looks damn adorable. But rest assured I had her take quite a bit extra off the top. No plans to repeat this again any time soon.
March 18th, 2009 by Alicia
