I'm a glutton

I wish I could say I had help emptying this box this week. But, Eliz took one look at them and said, "I don't like those." She gets it from Bry-D, who has trouble finishing a candy bar. And, well, Lex still doesn't have any teeth, so that leaves me. Me and me alone. I ate 8 Suzy Q's in one week. I also wish I could say I feel guilty, but really, why lie? I ate them, I enjoyed them, and now, I think I'll start on the box of Nutter Butters I got yesterday. Laters.

I can't sleep, wanna talk?

Lex isn't feeling well, flu, cold, teething, I don't know, but he's been up every few hours, and I'm at the point where I'm just not getting back to sleep. I was laying in bed envisioning my sewing room, then my stomach started growling. I gave in and got up; I've made tea, eaten two bagels, but I still feel wide awake. Maybe it's the computer screen. Perhaps I should go ahead and take a shower now, then I'll be able to sleep, and I'll have one less thing to do when I get up. I am going to pay for this later today. Mom and I are going to visit 3 craft shows today, starting at 9. Lex is going with us, Eliz is staying home and helping Daddy and Papa work on the stinky room. Bry-D and Dad both think that there is something dead stuck inside the walls, but I'm holding out for a leak. I'm finally starting to feel drowsy, and it's the time I would usually be getting up. To bed, to shower, to bed, to shower? Hhhmm, I don't know. I'm for sure going to be getting some fivebucks on the way to craft show #1.

An ER visit recap- Lex had a staple removed from his knee

Yesterday was very busy, and very productive. My sister, The Quilter, came over with her kids, and while they ran amuck, she helped me work on adjusting a pattern. We were all done, and had the kids cleaning up, when Lex started crying, seemingly in pain, out of the blue. He stopped as soon as I picked him up, so I thought he must just want to be held. Once he started trying to help me with cutting out the last re-sized pattern, The Quilter took him and put him in the exersaucer. After a few minutes, he started crying again, kind of like he was in pain, but not horribly. I decided he must need to poo. He hadn't gone in a day and a half so I thought it must just be painful. I sat him on the potty and when I adjusted his legs, I felt something sticking out of his knee. I hollered at the The Quilter, and we inspected it, then gave it a gentle tug. It wasn't going to come out easily. We both thought it was probably a broken straight pin, I thought one with a flat metal end, which was why it wouldn't come out. I don't use those pins because I live in constant fear of this type of situation, however, I had made a tablecloth for someone last week, and the fabric came with some of those pins already in it. After discussing options, I called a friend that's a pediatric nurse. I was pretty sure we were headed for the ER, but I just needed verification. She said GO, and so The Quilter loaded up her kids and began her 45 minute drive home, while Eliz and I got ready to take Lex to the hospital. I showed Eliz Lex's knee, and told her we had to go to the doctor, and I wanted her to quickly pack a bag with some toys and books. It was so sweet, when she showed me what she had packed-it was all stuff for Lex! I explained that I meant for her, and once she had repacked, we were on our way. The people at the front desk were giving me a funny look as I came in, Lex was all bundled up, hat on, blanket wrapped around him, except his left leg was naked. I set him on the counter and said,

"He has a straight pin in his knee."

They all did that hiss of sympathetic pain. Then since Lex was smiling and flirting, they began remarking how good he was being. They had me sign one piece of paper and then had us sit down. Within ten minutes they had us in a room, within a half hour they had ordered the x-ray. The whole time Eliz and Lex were so good. Lex had only cried when you really pulled on the pin, otherwise he was content and happy, which is his normal state of being. Then a woman came in to finish check in and registration; I had thought it was odd that I only signed one sheet of paper! Next we went to x-ray. He was a champ, and Eliz was so great. She had to sit off to the side where she couldn't see very well, but she just sat quietly and asked if she could get up when she saw Lex and I coming around the corner. The x-ray showed that the metal thing was just in the soft tissue, and nowhere near his joints, Praise Jesus, however, it did have some sort of tip on the end. We went back to the room, and the doctor was in real quick to pull out the offensive thing. When she first tried, he screamed and squirmed enough that she decided to numb it. I told her I had been thinking she was going to have to do at least a small incision. She really wanted to avoid that, so she gave him a shot to numb it-not very much, and then she pulled it out. I was holding him the entire time, and worrying that I was going to bruise him I was holding him so tight. Once she pulled it out, we saw that it was not, in fact, a straight pin. The part that had held it in was folded over. It took me awhile to think what it looked like-then it came to me, a broken staple. They gave us a script for an antibiotic, and sent us on our way. The whole thing took 2 hours, maybe 3. We ate dinner, and Lex crawled around as if nothing had happened. After the kids were in bed I was walking barefoot through where Lex had been when he first started crying, and I felt something scrape the bottom of my foot. I searched the carpet, Bry-D helped, then I found a broken embroidery needle. The eye of it was broken off. That was what had stuck him in the knee. What's odd about it is the needle is no where near my sewing desk, and I haven't had my embroidery needles out in about a month. Ugh. I get the shivers just thinking about it. Anyways, I am now even more determined to replace our carpet with hardwood. Or laminate, whatever. Since my Dad does home remodeling I asked him to keep a lookout for some nicely priced laminate. Well, I'm still stressed from it all, and the little guy has woken from his nap, so I'll talk at you later.

Nevermind, I didn't want a sewing room anyway!

Well, it's a good thing we had already decided to move Eliz and Lex into Eliz's room, b/c we may have water damage. We noticed a funny odor Saturday night in Lex's room, and neither Bry-D or I could find the source, which lead us both to think that it was in the wall or on the foundation. My Dad does home remodeling, so he came over to check things out. He believes(we won't be able to tell until it stops raining)that we have water between the brick and the drywall, in the space where the insulation is supposed to be. Well, hooray. I had already gotten Eliz's room ready to begin a slow transition to room sharing, however, we had to do a trial by fire last night. Things went much better than I had thought, both kids went to slept reasonably well. I put Lex in the portable crib, there was no way he was going to settle down and sleep on his floor bed; too much new stuff around! The other part of the moving them to one room was that Lex's room would then become a playroom, with the kids' toys and my sewing/crafting desk. The closet is a good size, so I thought we'd add a few shelves and be done with it. Well, mostly done with it. But now, I can't move in until we get the wall fixed. And we can't fix the wall until it stops raining. Fine then. I'll wait.


The wall. That I think has something against me. Maybe because I never painted a mural on that particular wall. Hhmph. And this is Bry-D's preferred weapon against possible mold.

Big strong man that he is. Te hehe, I love that man o' mine!

Apples on my mind

My friend Chele and I went to The Appleworks yesterday. It was a great day for it, occasionally cold, but for the most part, just right.

I kept Lex in the stroller for most of the time, but Eliz ran enough for the both of them.

There's a petting farm, with goats, turkeys and calves. We got to hear the turkey gobble gobble a few times, and one of the goats showed us his nearly acrobatic climbing abilities. Unfortunately, many of the pictures came out blurry.

The area is really beautiful, although Chele spent alot of the time chasing Gavie, who is now very obviously 2. "Mine, No, Now!!!" and he's off running! I thought it was pretty humorous, but then again, I had a quiet baby and a 5 year old, so I guess we'll wait a year and see how much fun I have.

There's also a BIG slide,

a haybale tower,

and a few other things. Such as Gavie throwing a fit. I'll be sending copies to Chele for her to pull out when he tries to say he's all grown up at the ripe old age of 13.

Oh, yes, and apples. Yummy yummy apples. I got a bag of "mystery" apples. Eliz and Lex ate some on the way home. Them's some good eating!!