Monday, November 30, 2009

The Highest Honor

Wade has earned Cub Scouting's highest award--The Arrow of Light. He and his buddies, Tanner and Baylen, all received their Arrows of Light on the same night. Our Cubmaster makes a really big deal out of it, and she dresses up in her Indian outfit and does a special face-painting ceremony for them. Each different color she puts on their faces represents a different quality that the boys have developed as they've worked. Honesty, Responsibility, Faith, etc. It's a special night for the boys. Wade was pretty happy, and we are pretty proud of him.

Here they are getting their stripes.

Don't they look cute?!

Just another shot of the painted boys

Wade and his special Arrow of Light plaque.

Congratulations, Wade!!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Horrible Mutants

Last week we went down to the Elementary School for the annual Reflections Open House. You know, the Reflections contest run by the PTA? Art work, literature, photography, etc. Our PTA does an open house where all the students and their parents can come and see all the Relfections entries displayed. (And the children, because the open house is held in the gym, can run around and slide on their knees and throw paper balls at each other and spill their water and generally annoy their parents and all the other parents). This is also when the students find out if their entries were selected to go on to the district level of the competition.

Wade does not like to enter the Reflections contest. He only does it when he is required to do so. But Isaac could NOT wait to make an entry. He made it the very first day they announced the contest, and he sat himself down with the special piece of paper his teacher had given him. I asked him if he wanted a scratch paper to practice on first, and he said, "Nope. I don't need that." He then proceeded to draw the most beautiful picture. It took him about five minutes, and he used his very special box of 120 crayons, that he only uses for very special occasions.

Well, when we went to the Reflections Open House, he quickly looked to find his own picture, and GUESS WHAT??!!!

It's a WINNER!!

The PTA ladies didn't realize
that the picture needs to be rotated 90 degrees
to the right.
The tree trunk is supposed to be on the left.

Isaac needed me to explain to him what "Judge's Choice for District" means.

As he ran around the gym, more excited than I have EVER seen him, he was telling all his friends that his picture was "Judges Choice for District," but that (unnamed child)'s picture was a "Horrible Mutant." He told me there were lots of "Horrible Mutant" pictures. I was perplexed. I asked Isaac to show me what he meant, who was a Horrible Mutant?

The light dawned when he showed me the pink awards that were placed by some of the pictures. They said, "Honorable Mention." Not "Horrible Mutant." I hope (unnamed child) doesn't feel too bad!

Wade found a blue marker on the floor of the gym. On the way home, in the dark of the car, he put that blue marker to good use:

Paul determined that Wade needed
a bit of help filling in his sideburns.

Isaac just thinks the whole affair is hilarious.

Now we're all watching.

What do you think?
Family Christmas Card picture??

And yes, Wade's face had a slight blue tint the next day at school.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Head Over Heels

Tuesday evening Isaac was jumping on his friend's trampoline. He did something that hurt his hip, and his buddies called me in a panic that Isaac was injured. I ran up the street, leaving my flute student doing her warm-up exercises. I found Isaac, limping down the street, crying his little eyes out. He could walk OK, but he couldn't sit down, and he couldn't rotate his hip at all. I calmed him down and let him rest while I finished teaching, and by the time I was done, he was feeling much better, so I thought I'd just watch him overnight and see how he was in the morning.

At about 2:30 AM he came stumbling in to my room, crying about his hip hurting, so I snuggled him for a while and he fell back asleep. Dennis and I decided that we'd better take him in to the doctor first thing Wednesday morning.

In the morning, we got everyone ready for school. Kate had already left, Paul was still asleep, Dennis and the boys were finished eating, and I was rushing around trying to finish getting ready. Isaac was complaining that he couldn't walk to school, and I was worried that his teachers wouldn't believe him that his hip was hurting and that they would make him sit on the floor, which was the one thing that REALLY made his hip hurt. So we decided to drive the boys to school and Dennis would run in and explain to Isaac's teacher that he would need to sit on a chair on not on the floor until we could get him in to the doctor. Dennis and the boys were just getting ready to walk out the door, and I was coming down the stairs to give hugs and kisses.

I got about halfway down the stairs when the right heel of my awesome suede boots got caught in the cuff of my left pant leg. Next thing I knew I was airborne, and then I was mashing my head against the wall and my right knee against the floor and then, oh my goodness it hurts to even remember, I landed with my full weight on my left hand.

Dennis heard me yell when I fell, so he turned around (he was standing at the kitchen sink for those who are familiar with the floor plan of my house), just in time to see me come flying out of the stairwell. From the way my face hit the wall, he was sure my neck would be injured. Isaac was also standing in the kitchen doorway, and he saw the disgusting wreck as well. He did the only sensible thing for a six-and-a-half year old boy to do--he burst into tears. Which is also what I did. Only Isaac was softly crying, and I was yelling and sobbing like a demented banshee.

Dennis, my hero, rushed to me and spoke softly and told me to hold still. He got me straightened out checked all the damaged places, then brought pillows, then Ibuprofen, then ice. I told him to take those @#$% boots off my feet and throw them in the trash. He took them off and said he liked my boots and that they were very cute. But I should probably get rid of the pants. Through all this, I could hear Wade in the kitchen reading Isaac a book about starfish. What a great big brother to step in and take care of his little buddy.

I was 100% positive that my wrist was broken. It was swelling and red and my whole arm hurt. I couldn't move my fingers without pain, and I couldn't move my thumb at all. I was thinking about the rehearsal I had that evening, and the concert I have next week. I was thinking about my day at work and the things I still had to get done for our department review that was beginning the next day. I continued to cry because that is what I do best. Dennis brought me a blanket, and Paul came up to sit with me while Dennis took the boys to school.

When Dennis came back from driving the boys, he had already called the doctor's office. They would be waiting for both me and Isaac as soon as we could get there. So Dennis helped me put on some FLAT shoes (which did NOT hide the red Christmas socks I was wearing like my awesome high-heeled suede boots did), and brought me a bowl for my severe nausea. Dennis and Paul bundled me out to the car, helped buckle me in, and off we went.

We picked Isaac up at school, Dennis called my boss (I was still crying too hard to talk to him), and I cuddled with my barf bowl. Since this story is getting way to long and the good part is over, I'll just cut to the chase. The doctor diagnosed Isaac with a pulled groin muscle, and not the dislocation we were afraid of. She touched and wiggled my arm a little, and I cried enough that she quit and just ordered some X-rays. We went to the hospital, where they wouldn't let Isaac come in because of precautions for Swine Flu, so I cried some more. Dennis took Isaac outside, and I took myself in for the X-rays. The X-ray technician was very nice and cheerful, and he took good care of me. I felt better by the time we left the hospital.

The hospital people said that it would be a while before they would get the X-rays read, and then they would call the results in to my doctor. So we took Isaac back to school and got him settled, and then we went to work. Dennis had an appointment with a student, and I figured I might as well see what I could get done at work. So I took my make up-free face and my fuzzy, unstraightened hair and my red Christmas socks with black pants and my pillow and my dish towel and my bag of ice and went in to work. I sent some one-handed emails and ate birthday pizza with one of my co-workers, I checked on all my business for the review, and I got some things ready for the next day. Dennis came up to pick me up about an hour later, and while he was there, the doctor's office called with the results of the X-ray.

NOT BROKEN. Just a bad sprain. Take ibuprofen and ice it. Well, I guess that's good news, right? But I still felt like crap and I had done the things I needed to do, so I took my pillow and my ice and the rest of me and just went home. I spent the afternoon in my bed with my arm on a pillow. Isaac came home from school feeling mostly fine, and although he continues to favor that hip a little, he is doing much better.

That was Wednesday. Now it's Saturday, and I'm typing with two hands, but I still don't want to hold a pencil. I can play my flute a little, but it hurts and I can't move my fingers very fast. The wrist is very tender, and if it was a weight-bearing limb, I would be sitting around a lot. But the swelling has gone down a lot, and can you even believe it?!! I don't have one single bruise on my body. Anywhere. My neck is a little sore, and my right knee is a lot sore, and of course the wrist, but other than that, I'm fit as a fat fiddle.

And I have a new pair of black, cuff-less pants.

Six Little Pumpkins....And Other Things

Halloween has come and gone. Thanksgiving is just around the corner. Kate is, right this minute, listening to MoTab Christmas Music. We are feeling festive around here, and I wanted to post some pictures of Halloween before Christmas gets here!! So strap yourself in, here we go!

These are our six little pumpkins
all in a row...

Dennis

Marianne

Paul

Kate

Wade
(it's a cyclops)

Isaac

Isaac the cowboy
at the school Halloween Parade

Wade the Ghoul
at the school Halloween Parade
(make up by Mom)

Paul the big-eared goof
messing around at home

This is right before they went
Trick-or-Treating
Isaac is wearing his black
Spiderman suit
with cowboy boots
and his dog bone neckerchief
and his Captain America mask
and a cowboy hat.
Wade is a very scary ghoul
(make up by Dad this time).
Dennis is his worst nightmare....


Issac is such a unique little man!!

Wade's very creepy make up...
Dennis discovered while trying to wash Wade's face
after the school parade
that the black face paint looks REALLY cool
when you're trying to remove it.
So that's how they did his make up
on Halloween night.
Plus a little white
and some fake blood.
Ya gotta have fake blood.

So Dennis took the boys Trick-or-Treating, and Kate was at Lagoon with her friends, and Paul was out with his friends. So I kept the home fires burning and passed out the candy. I folded some laundry, I popped some popcorn, and I cuddled up with a good book. It was the most pleasant Halloween I've spent in a while.

When Dennis and the boys came home, Isaac dumped out his candy and started sorting it into piles. All the Snickers in one pile, all the Three Musketeers in one pile, all the Smarties in one pile. Yes, he sorted his candy. And then he put each little pile into a baggie, and then he put all the baggies into a big Ziploc. He likes to be organized. Wade thought it was a good idea, so he did the same thing. It was pretty cute, both of them huddled on the floor in the living room, counting their little piles of candy. I never, ever did such a thing. I dumped my candy out for my parents to inspect, and after they took their "taxes," (usually the Butterfingers because they knew I didn't like them), I stuffed my candy back into my sack and ran for the hills. And feasted in PRIVATE.


Sunday, November 8, 2009

GOOD GRIEF (Part 2...)

Paul's at it again. While Kate was in the shower, he went into her bedroom and took all of her drawers out. Out of her desk, out of her dresser. And he hid them. He said it was like a treasure hunt. I found this one when I went in the kitchen and asked why all the eggs were sitting on the counter.


Nothing like a good pair of chilled jeans....