Saturday, June 7, 2008

1365 Days with an Accident

Well guess what we did the other night? (I am knocking on wood as I type.) We actually went to Instacare for a traumatic injury. We have been very lucky we have not had an injury requiring a trip to Doctor since becoming parents.

E and L were playing a game of chase around the house before bed. Like most kids, both girls really don't like going to bed, so right before bed time they attempt to wind themselves up. E ran down the hall L followed. E ran to the bedroom and attempted to shut the door before L got there. L however attempted to keep the door open by placing her hand in between the door and wall on the hinge side of the door. E placed her full weight on the door to shut it. She was not actually trying to slam it (she's been getting into trouble for doing that lately) just shut it over and over and over again.

I was on the other side of the house and heard my wife yelling for my help. Then I heard L scream. L had an imprinted line of the door between her knuckles and wrist about a quarter inch deep on both sides of her hand. She was not moving it. It was swelling and turning various shades of purple and blue and just hanging there. After icing it, administering Motrin and giving lots of cuggles (that's E's word for snuggling and cuddling) we decided we better get an x-ray, thinking her hand may be broken.

Luckily Instacare wasn't very busy and we were able to get in quickly. I actually called for an appointment. We realized everything was going to be fine when just as the doctor came in L started clapping furiously. Sort of embarrassing for us...I guess we're paranoid parents. The Doctor was nice and understood our nervousness and took the x-ray, i think just to appease us. Great news, it wasn't broken. Good thing too...a cast in the summer on a toddler would be awful!

On a side note. E does not want sails (buggies) for dinner.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Do you like French food?

When I was in 8th grade I insisted my parents take me to La Parisian, a local French Restaurant. I was taking French as a foreign language requirement and I think I actually got extra credit for eating french food. I remember I had to try the escargot and you know ,they were not bad. After that first trip, my family became regulars at La Parisian, celebrating family events there until the day it's doors sadly closed a few years ago.

Well, our garden is infested with snails. So, for the last 2 weeks my girls and I have been gathering them up, placing them in a big bucket with corn meal. They will be ready for Family dinner this Sunday!

My wife being the voice of reason, said most people are not as adventuresome as me in eating. She reminded me that some family members only eat white food and would not be excited with this epicurian adventure. If I actually served escargot it might be the last time we have people over. All I could do is rub my chin and say, hmm interesting, what about fried worms?

Actually, I really do miss La Parisian.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Let's get ready to RUMBLE!

In this corner weighing in at 23 pounds L ...... the hair puller. And in this corner weighing in at 30 pounds E.... the screamer!! I am have no idea how it began. I was making dinner. The girls were playing dolls on the floor. They had spent the day with Grammy. She said they were absolutely perfect. I had come home a little early and began dinner. I was over the sink rinsing and cutting strawberrys. I heard a few little screams, then two huge screams. I looked over, L had her older sister by the ponytail. E had flipped L over her head and was now pinning her to the floor. L's hand never let go of E's hair.

I had to pull one sister off the top of the other and pry E's hair out of L's hand. One cried and said the other should go to time out. One just cried. Having no idea who was at fault I placed them on opposite ends of the couch. Cleaned up all the dolls and the toys, which could have caused the up roar. For the next 30 minutes making dinner was pointless. I should have put on a black and white striped shirt and grabbed a whistle.

The problem is each little girl has amazing huge dark eyes that look so innocent. Each know exactly how to look at their Dad as if to say, how could I do anything wrong. My mind flashed forward to the teenage years and a slight panic attack ensued. I can hear all of the slamming doors now!

I know exactly how it ended though. It ended with 2 little girls both in tears and blaming the other one. One pinned to the ground. The other had a hand full of hair.