Thursday, November 26, 2009

Broken Nose

Having a boy is a whole world of different. So different that I don't believe one can fully appreciate the difference unless they have the other side of the coin to compare with it. My girls were and still are girly girls. They each would try stuff--still do--but proceeded with caution. Not all girls are like this. My girls also were far more gentle in their play. And their play in general was just different.

Ryan from the start was all boy. Whatever that means. When he was barely mobile he already began pushing toys like they were a car. He was very curious and very active. At 15 months, he was riding on a little rider toy inside. My guess is it was still sub zero temps outside, plus we had all linoleum floor. Gotta love military housing. He was pushing along having a good old time when suddenly he flipped over. It made a sickening smack. He of course screamed. I looked at him, no blood, no bumps, nothing. Hmmm. Must have just been scary for him. I got him settled and he seemed fine. Later that day after a nap, I was changing him and that is when I noticed he now had a chipped tooth. And so it began.

Fast forward three months. The boys loves to climb. He climbs like it is ingrained into him some how. I told Rich that we needed to build him a cage. Rich said, "Well he IS a monkey!" After thinking about that, I decided if we did build him a cage, he might fling poo at us.

One typical Sunday afternoon, I was out of the room and Rich was at his computer. Ryan had climbed onto the table. This was a new game for him. We did just about everything we could think of to keep him off. Well on this particular Sunday, he climbed up again--unbeknown-st to us--and Rich heard a horrible crash, and I heard the scream. As usual Ryan had used the chair to climb up on the table, not wanting to get caught he quickly decided to go down the way he got up(I am guessing here) It made sense to the 18 month old mind to use that chair. The chair went crashing down and took him with it. He hit the bridge of his nose on the back of the chair. It swelled almost immediately and began to bruise. Rich wanted me to take him to the ER. Now he is the type that says, "It's fine" or "Well let's wait and see" So I am thinking horrible awful if he wants me to take him.

So I did. As we waited for however many hours it was, I watched his nose slowly turn purple. It was forever in that horrible place. I hate ER's with a passion. They are crowded and littered with every germ imaginable. Finally it was our turn. The so called doctor "examined" Ryan--basically she looked at him. Treated me like an idiot and proceeded to tell me there weren't any bones in his nose to break. Ummm then what is that piece that bridges across the nose between the eyes? I must have been absent that day. She told me not to give Ibuproferen(which I sooo wanted to!) but to give him Tylenol instead. The reasoning behind this, the Ibuproferen could cause bleeding. I just didn't think Tylenol was enough. Poor kid must have been hurting pretty bad.

Three days later, I took him to our regular doc for a follow up. She was a very sweet and enthusiastic lady. When I told her the whole ER nightmare she was livid upset. She asked if they had checked his ears and nose for spinal fluid. Nope. Did they check his eyes? Nope. She said an x-ray wouldn't work because the nose was too swollen. But she assured me he did in fact break his nose. And she also told me to go ahead and give him the Ibuproferen as it would cause bleeding and relieve the pressure and swelling. No, his nose didn't bleed--at all in fact--but after I gave him the Ibuproferen the swelling went away almost immediately.

That was one of many ER visits I am certain I will have with this child. You can see here and here for non ER visits to fully appreciate what I am up against. This post was inspired by Mama Kat's writing prompt.
Left to Right: 3 months prior to broken nose--can you see his nose looks nice and straight?--Age 3 look hard can you see the bump he now sports ? 3days following the incident. Awwww... he looks like a prize fighter. A neighbor called him "Rocky."

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Gobble Gobble

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!


I received this award a couple of days ago from a new follower, Holly at 504 Main. We met through Mama Kat and her Thursday writing prompts. This is truly a warm fuzzy award. You give it to the bloggy friend who leaves you feeling all "warm and fuzzy" inside. And isn't this the best time of year to bestow this sweet gift. So it is now my turn to pass on the warm fuzzy feeling.

My first one goes to my sweet daughter, Kristin. Her blog is a treasure and definitely gives me those warm fuzzy feelings.

My cousin Rachel at The Rachel Way. Yeah, she is my cousin, but she is the very definition of "warm fuzzy"

CJ at Simply Simonsons. She is a sweet lady and I enjoy her cyber firendship

Molly from As Told By Molly. I love her stories about her family.

Now the rules are these:

-Display the award logo
-Nominate up to 9 blogs that make you feel comfy or warm inside
-Link to your Nominees and leave a comment on their blog telling them about the award.
-Link to the person whom you received the award.

Thanks again to Holly for giving me this award.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

More Turkeys

Last Thursday I went to Emmy's house to participate in her Time for Tots. Of course Ryan didn't make his turkey, I did. And then later he asked me where his turkey was. I asked, "What turkey?" "The one I made." "The one WHO made???"

When my oldest daughter saw these treasures she wanted to make one as well. I told her we would this week since they are off all week. Spoiled spoiled is all I can say. And don't even get me started about the three weeks they get at Christmas.

Today we made an unscheduled trip to Wally--if you are new to my blog Wednesday is Wal-Mart day--but we needed some supplies before then and I am absolutely doing everything in my power to stay out of stores, at least til Black Friday. So from the time we got home, at lunch, my daughter was chomping at the bit to get going on this turkey project. I gave her a time we would start. I really wanted to eat my lunch and sit for a minute. Crazy, right?

Finally we got started,and this time Ryan participated. Emmy used spray paint for our turkeys. Well, since I couldn't find the spray paint--our Wally has recently been remodeled and rearranged!--and I didn't want to spend forever trying to find it, I bought some folk art and sponge brushes. It worked great. And they dried in about an hour and a half. I had to blow one dry with my hair dryer because they were tired of waiting. Haha. I used the highest and warmest setting, then switched to coolest. They had lots of fun and now we have a total of six turkeys!
A Very Serious Business...Nah, she's not happy about this.
Gobble GobbleEye See you!
We decided to add feet to our turkeys. *note to self: when hot glue sticks to the finger it burns...a lot.*
And here is our happy turkey family!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Black Friday

Now this is just too funny. I had this all planned out to publish either tomorrow or even Tuesday. But in my haste and Sunday fog, I selected publish rather than save therefore I published a link to an article I had an opinion about. Not that my opinion means anything, it's just my two cents. Call it a blond moment. I sure do.

When I saw this article I thought, "Hmmmm, I wonder what the big 'secret' is." Like maybe there was a certain way to play it smart(I have my own opinion of that--surprise!) so I read the article. And to my surprise, I wasn't surprised at all. This is not news worthy and it is hardly worth mentioning. I have worked retail my whole working life. I am not a big fan of it, and I always try to be courteous to my checker. Let's face it, that job is not an easy one. There are some rude and mean people out there, and when comes to spending money--especially in today's economy--they are not too happy to part with it. Even when it's supposed to be a time of giving!

My first job was at Target. I was 17. I trained for exactly 3 days and my first official day was Black Friday. Now that was crazy! But even back then, there were always notices on the signs, no rein checks, and a limit. That is true of any big sale Black Friday or otherwise. Why do they think people get up and line up outside the door for said deals. I just had to laugh at it. And now you can laugh at me for jumping the gun a little in my publishing.

Black Friday is not for everyone. I have done both sides of the spectrum, and let me tell I much prefer to be the shopper because I can be as rude and pushy as I want. (Not that I would of course, you just can't do that behind the counter.) I can also leave when I want. I can go home and take a nap. There are many benefits to being the shopper on Black Friday. So here are just few tips I would like to share should you decide to brave it this year.

1. Carefully peruse each flyer. You may have something in mind that is going to be on sale. Or something may jump out at you.

2. Plan where you are going. Don't wake up and go where ever the car wants to go

3. If you have a group of people going, separate into smaller know...divide and conquer. Assign a meeting place.

4. Pick the place you want to go to the most and go there first.

5. Stick to your budget

6. Eat before you go, and grab a snack around 8 when the tummy starts calling out for more food. And if you need it, a nice boost of caffiene in the form of your favorite soft drink.

7. Wear comfortable shoes--not slippers--not that I ever did this.

8. Make up at 3AM is only totally necessary if you are WORKING. Come on it's predawn hours, make a game of it. Leave your hair ratty.

9. make sure the car you take has ample room for purchases especially if you are going with a buddy.

10. Make sure you bring blankets or big trash bags to cover said purchases so that wandering eyes will not be tempted to peek.

For me, shopping on Black Friday is an adrenalin rush. I wouldn't want to do it alone--though I have and with two small children! I am not a big fan of crowds but for some reason, this day is one where I don't mind as much. Maybe it is the deals, but I think it is the idea of spending wildly. I mean all the other weeks and months of the year I carefully plan my purchases and make sure I have enough to cover what I need...NEED. But at Christmas, I am able to let loose.

Should you decide to shop Black Friday, be safe and have fun. And remember what we learned about the secrets of Black Friday! *Wink*

Want a sneak peek? Here ya go.