The Bingham Diaries

New Girl

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Tue, 29 May 2012 01:04:00 +0000

The other day, I was getting my drink at McDonald's. You see, I go there just about every day to get a Dr. Pepper. This is because if I have to GO to get it, I'll only have one. Whereas if I have said drink in my house, I'll drink gallons and gallons... It's just how it works people.

ANYWAYS.

I was being handed my drink, when Taylor looked out the window at the girl passing it to me and says:

Yep.... that's us. Single-handedly keeping the local MickeyD's in business.

May 21, 2012

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Tue, 22 May 2012 01:09:00 +0000

Taylor had a birthday. She is now FIVE, which is good for her, but makes me feel weird on the inside.

GUYS: I DON'T HAVE BABIES. Or even toddlers. I have KIDS. It's a totally bizarre feeling that I can't explain.

I have noticed that while I continue to like people with babies, my closest kinds of friends don't have them. Not that I purposely avoid them or anything, but let me tell you about life without babies: It. Is. Glorious.

Not that there is anything wrong with a baby, I mean, I like them just fine... but kids are fun. And mobile. And self sufficient. And can buckle themselves. I could go on and on about it, but I can sense your jealousy of my glorious life.

AND! AND! Next year, everyone will be in school.

You know how some people are sad about kids going to school and shed a tear and all that? Not me. And lest you think that this makes me some kind of terrible person, I'll have you know that my kids cannot wait to leave me either. It works for us.

Meanwhile, let's talk about my headache that will not quit.

And also let's talk about the awkwardness that was me teaching Sunday School about patriarchal blessings this week. Why was it awkward? Well, I have a slight lisp, you see, which was made very apparent by the fact that my lips also were numb. Why were my lips numb? Because I have MS. So with my lips not working, PLUS my slightish lisp, PLUS the letter "P", it was basically a train wreck of a speech impediment, and my dear sweet students pretended not to notice.... as if I couldn't hear my own self. Ah well, that's why a sense of humor is necessary in life, is it not?

It Takes Mad Skills to be this Graceful

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Fri, 18 May 2012 13:09:00 +0000

Recently, I gave myself a black eye.

Now, I know you’re wondering how it happened, so I’m going to tell you.

This is because I am a generally nice person and, also, I like to talk about myself.

Besides, I can’t help it if I’m awesome.

Anyways, THIS is the tale of how I gave myself a black eye.

It was a dark and stormy night, and I was the only person awake in the house.

I had been watching television, because I like to watch documentaries, and nobody else does, so I do the polite thing and stay up until 3 am.

Since I’m the last one up, I get the pleasure of quadruple checking the locks and turning off all the lights.

This is very big and adult of me, because I actually am a teensy bit afraid of the dark, combined with a gruesome and wicked imagination that has a tendency to get away from me.

I think it’s healthy to be worried about ghosts, and zombies, and serial killers who want to steal your children from their bedroom windows.

Of course, zombies and hatchets aren’t really related to this story, but I always like to work them in some how. I call it “good storytelling.”

Anyway, my documentary was over, and it was time for me to go to bed, so I turned off the lights and began to make my way up the stairs.

Now, this is a little known fact about me, and I don’t know why I do it, but it’s a habit that I can’t seem to break.

When the lights go off at bedtime, I close my eyes.

And it’s always about half-way up the first flight of stairs (stupid townhouses) that I realize my eyes are closed.

And EVERY NIGHT, I remind myself that I can open my eyes, and that walking would be much easier if I looked where I was going.

After I opened my eyes, I made it all the way to my bedroom without incident.

Which is when I found one of my children laying in my spot.

Now, a few years ago, I would have moved the child back to their bed and called it a day. But that was when my children were babies and easily transported.

So now, I’ll just go lay on their bed.

However, this large child is assigned the top bunk, and I am not willing to sleep on the top bunk. Plus, what if it broke because I’m too big and I crushed the other kid in the middle of the night? No… it would be much easier to just go back downstairs and sleep on the couch.

I made my way down the stairs, and remembered that there was a pillow on the floor. So, I began searching with my foot, because my eyes were closed… again.

Success! I had found it! So I bent over to pick it up.

And smacked my face on the edge of the table.

And that is the story of how I am more graceful than you.

Haircuts!

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Thu, 17 May 2012 13:07:00 +0000

Probably the best thing I ever did that has worked out in my favor was going to cosmetology school. Because even though I don’t work in a salon, I can do my kids hair, which saves us however much a haircut goes for these days, time five.

At any rate, I cut their hair every couple of weeks.

And usually, we have the same types of haircuts.

Thaddeus is cool and likes mohawks and spiky hair and the occasional weird color application. Once, I even gave him a partial mohawk, with three lines shaved into the side of his head, and it was bleached blonde. He was pretty much the most awesome 2nd grader ever.

(picture not accurate representation… OBVIOUSLY)

As for the girls, well… they’ve had everything from an a-line bob to a pixie cut and everything in between. Because I think hair should be fun. Especially when you’re a kid. When else is it acceptable to rock an asymmetrical bedhead pixie that you partially cut yourself with plastic crafts shears?

At any rate, I’m pretty willing to do whatever. Which is why it cracks me up to no end that my sweet boy Daniel always wants to look just like his ultra conservative father.

So then he tells me what he wants… which, for once in my life, is something that I just cannot bring myself to do.

Because, my dear friends, the circle on top in which he is referring is where my husband is beginning to lose his hair.

And I am not going to cut a bald spot on my 5 year old.

And then my sad, defeated child realized that he was not going to get the hair cut of his kindergarten dreams.

So he changed his request…

So I cut his hair like a monkey…. whatever that is, and the was thrilled.

Weekly Update

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Wed, 16 May 2012 23:25:00 +0000

My mouth tastes like cotton.

It's because I started yet another new medication this morning, and OF COURSE, I have to have a side effect. I mean, what on earth would I do with myself if I wasn't in the 1% who experience weird medicinal effects?

Meanwhile, I have decided that I love my new phone, mostly because it has a nicer camera on it than my actual camera, and since it's all one piece together, I'm actually taking pictures. Like, WHOA.

Here's some of my favorites from the last week.

Menace

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Sat, 12 May 2012 03:40:00 +0000

I got a new phone this week. I have a love/hate relationship with new technology, because on the one hand, yay, new stuff! and on the other, boo, new quirks.

And it's a pretty big phone, because I either needed a keyboard or a large touch screen, because sometimes my hands don't work the way they should.

I also got a fun medical bill this week. And by fun, I mean isn't it exciting to find out you own thousands of dollars on a surgery that wasn't actually 100% covered by the insurance? Because if that's what it means, than I should be arrested for having such a good time. LOCK ME UP PEOPLE.

Kicks for Six

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Sat, 05 May 2012 23:11:00 +0000

Danny turned SIX today.

We had chocolate cake for breakfast.

Then we went to soccer and the games were spaced just enough apart to not overlap, but also not quite enough apart to go back home…. therefore, we were at the fields ALL DAY. Or for eight hours.

And then we came home and had Mexican food, because, HELLO, it’s Cinco de Mayo and DOUBLE HELLO: Danny will eat anything as long as it’s spicy. Can 6 year olds be salsa connoisseurs? Because that boy knows his salsa.

Also: We found an inchworm today. He is cute and we named him Fred.

All About Danny Mac

Name: Daniel McCune Bingham
Age: SIX
Favorite Show: Spongebob Squarepants
Favorite Movie: Jumanji
Favorite Song: Dynamite by Taio Cruz
Favorite Color: Green
Favorite Food: Tacos
Favorite Book: Where is the Green Sheep by Mem Fox and Hop on Pop by Dr. Seuss
Favorite Thing to do: Play Nerf guns
Favorite People: Connor

Compare & Contrast

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Thu, 03 May 2012 03:11:00 +0000

My leg hurts and instead of doing something about it, I’m emailing back and forth with my friend and we’re comparing days. Sometimes, it’s nice to know that someone else had a bad day too. It almost makes yours feel better….

In other news, it has been consistently warm here, therefore: we shall plant our garden. The last couple of years I’ve started the seeds indoors and then thinned things out and BLAH BLAH BLAH WORK. This year, I’m cheating and I’m buying plants from the nursery. No seeds for me.

ALSO: my neighbor is doing her garden, and she is doing a palette garden that she saw on Pinterest. And then when I was going to ask her what her name was so we could be virtual friends, my kids started yelling and her baby started crying and I don’t have enough information to find her by myself. Because I interact with people much better online than in person. I mean, if she’s on pinterest, she’s obviously my kind of people, amiright?

Meanwhile, Daniel’s birthday is on Saturday and he’s turning six, and it’s going to be awesome. I’m not sure what is going to be awesome about it yet, but I’ll think of something. I have like, three more days.

And then April was almost over

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 22:14:00 +0000

I ended up missing a whole week of injections, because not only did I not call in my refill on time, they had screwed up the billing. So it looked like I owed a WHOLE lot of money, when I did NOT. And by the time we finally got everything straightened out, and delivered, it was just going to be easy to wait one more day.

So I took my shot last night, and now my body is rebelling, and it feels like I got hit by a truck all over again, and I can’t stop throwing up. That’s the most fun side effect of stupid chemo drugs. Luckily, I’m a vomiting pro. Sadly, that is not a fun contest to win.

In other news, everyone won their soccer MATCH on Saturday. Did you know that it’s not a game, it’s a match? Because I didn’t. BUT NOW I DO, and now you have learned something. I told you it pays to read my dumb blog.

Took long enough…

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Fri, 20 Apr 2012 00:09:00 +0000

I’m finally starting to feel like myself again.

Which, after 11 months of what can only be described as a hell, is a nice change of pace.

Most people don’t realize what sort of process goes into combating a disease on a daily basis.

For example, I forgot to call in my refill last week. Now, if you have a recurring prescription at your local pharmacy, it’s not that big of a deal, you can go in and pick it up, same day usually.

Well I forgot, and then I forgot again. And then when I remembered, the earliest shipping date was Tuesday, unless of course I wanted to pay for express shipping, which is pricey because my meds come in a great big temperature controlled styrofoam box.

And since they don’t get here until Tuesday, I’m going to miss my Sunday shot. Which is going to screw up my injection schedule. Because there is a minimum of 48 hours required between each dosage, and that’s where things get tricky.

You see, I have my injection schedule so that I can A) remember to do my shots and B) have a life outside of meds. So this week, I get to “skip” Sunday, and then I’ll have to do my shots Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday (Ugh, I like shot free weekends better) and then Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and then, the next week, I can go back to my “normal” shot schedule. All because I forgot to make a stupid phone call.

But like I said, I’m starting to feel like myself again. I’m working more (finally), and getting house projects done. I painted the downstairs bathroom a few days ago, and it looks a million times better. I’m also sketching up a few different ideas for the family room and girls room, and this summer we’re going to paint the stairs. Basically, I’m finally functioning, and able to be an active participant in family life, and that, my friends, is golden.

And then it was April

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Thu, 12 Apr 2012 01:00:00 +0000

I feel like I’m losing time. Or not so much that I’m losing it, so much as it’s speeding by so quickly that it’s all I can do to keep breathing.

The kids started soccer. There is lots of driving back and forth and eating on the go. I bought chairs and a water cooler and we have a pop up tent because we are spending a lot of time outside… which is exactly the opposite of what I should be doing according to the warning labels on my meds. It probably explains why I’m so tired.

True story: I went to bed at 10 last night, woke up this morning at 8, just in time to get people off to school in a rush, then laid on the couch and had a nap until 1:00pm. Then I went to the grocery store and made dinner and, you know, interacted with my family and now it’s 8:15, my whole body is throbbing in pain, my fever has spiked, and my feet have gone numb. Of course, this is also partly because we’ve had wonky weather and I can’t deal with drastic atmospheric changes. It makes me want to die on the inside.

In other news, Taylor is getting ear tubes in a couple of weeks. I *think* her adenoids are also getting taken out, but I for the life of me can’t remember for sure either way on that one. I know that I would PREFER them to be out, so, you know… at least there’s that.

Also speaking of Taylor, she told me that she love me so much that when I’m very old and dead, she would dig up my bones and give them to her dog, which she would name Caroline… which is my name. She is sure that this is a great honor, so I just said thank you, but I would like it known that I would prefer to not be purposely chewed on.

I also have to tell you about one of my new favorite shows. It’s called Duck Dynasty and it’s on A&E and I LOVE THAT FAMILY. We could be friends. And the grandfatherly advice from Phil is glorious.

Also next year, I am thinking about taking a class at the community college, just for kicks. I can’t decide what kind of class I should take, though. Mostly, I just want it to be at the right time. I kinda think it would be fun to take a math class… or not. I JUST DON’T KNOW. Algebra is sexy.

And now I’m going to bed, because tomorrow is our crazy day, plus also: I’m a wimp. and also, also: I have MS.

Ooh, and Easter… yes, I made people matching skirts and bow ties.

We tried jumping the same time, it just didn’t work…

The end.

Wilbur comes to Virginia

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Tue, 27 Mar 2012 23:39:00 +0000

I have a brother. And my brother, who is the token boy in the family, had a pig.

The pig’s name was Wilbur.

Wilbur and my brother were buds, and they grew up together.

And everyone who lived in our house growing up knows the significance of Wilbur.

You see, Wilbur was a celebrity.

Wilbur did NOT like to be touched by girls, which was unfortunate, because he lived with six of them.

And I’m pretty sure he has a special diet, but I don’t know for certain because he was a rather private sort of fellow.

At any rate, both my brother and I grew up and got married and moved away and, you know, LIFE HAPPENED.

And when my brother heard about Daniel’s surgery, he emailed me and told me he would like to send Danny a package.

I figured it would be a card, or a coloring book. You know, just a whatever, generic, thinking of you sort of thing.

But that is not what happened at all.

Inside the box, was WILBUR.

My brother sent Daniel WILBUR, which practically made me cry because it was so thoughtful, and also: it was the first time in my life that I got to HOLD Wilbur… albeit only for a second.

Because Daniel, who wants to be just like Uncle Morgan, promptly picked him up, rubbed noses, and took Wilbur on a tour of the house.

Daniel also received a letter, that told him all about Wilbur.

You see, Wilbur is a specially trained hospital pig, who specializes in the recovery of little boys. In fact, Wilbur went to school for a very long time, just to learn how to make people feel better. He is very good at hugging, and at making sure the doctors fix the right ears.

Naturally, Wilbur accompanied Daniel into his surgery, and is still helping Danny to feel better.

Morgan: these pictures are for you.

Also Morgan: thanks.

Hello Again, Hello.

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 23:57:00 +0000

There is a smell in my house.

It is not a pleasant odor, and for the life of me, I cannot find the source.

Naturally, I blame the children.

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Daniel had an eye appointment today.

Earlier this year, he was flagged in the kindergarten screening.

So we finally took him in and got a full eye exam with the ophthalmologist, and he is far sighted.... whatever the heck that means.

So we're going to go back in two more weeks, and have another eye appointment, and not dilate the eyes, to see how he fares, and then we'll discuss whether or not he will get glasses.

It's a discussion, you see, because with as young as he is, he can train himself to focus out of it (this is me totally botching up what the doctor said) and it might be more of a hassle making him wear glasses, when he'll probably grow out of it eventually.

Do you people with eye problems know what I'm talking about? Good.

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I was doing super, super good on my Eat to Live, until last Thursday. Then I fell off the wagon hard, and just got back on today. Listen: sometimes, a girl just needs a tall icy glass of caffeine. SHE JUST DOES.

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A couple of weeks ago, I forgot to take the library books back. And then, I forgot again. And again. And again. So when I finally went back to the library, we had very large fines. Very, very large fines. It was embarrassing, so naturally, I laughed... a lot. I like to think this is an endearing quality that I have.

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Blayne has requested that I pack her a healthy snack the rest of the week. I'm pretty sure that her snack today was carrots and celery. When I pointed this out, she rephrased her question to: a healthy snack THAT SHE LIKED. That is a very important detail, don't you think?

One Week In

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Sun, 18 Mar 2012 23:08:00 +0000

So I’ve been eating to live for a full week now.

I’m doing pretty good, so long as I take it one meal at a time. I can’t even think about it in terms of a day. I have to break it all down and then I can eat perfectly for breakfast. Then lunch. And on and on and on.

I’m actually having a problem with timing breakfast, because of two particular medications I take in the morning. One needs to be eaten with food, and one needs to be on an empty stomach. And I have to take them at specific times, because it would throw off my nighttime meds. My life revolves around when I take pills. Which is fine… I pop ‘em like skittles.

ANYWAY. eating: going fine. I’m also doing lots of smoothies, and I cram ‘em with spinach and kale and lettuce and stuff. Because, and this is going to sound really dumb, I can’t always chew. It hurts my teeth and my jaw, and it’s totally a weird MS thing that I have going on, and as long as the nerves in my tongue work and don’t make everything taste like rusty nails, it’s not a problem. So like I was saying, my smoothie probably has 3 servings of fruit and veggies, it tastes delicious, and I usually have to make it twice in a row so that everyone gets a drink.

But Mostly: I made good eating choices for a WHOLE WEEK. I feel like I should get a trophy.

I have really got to start looking at the calendar every day.

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Wed, 14 Mar 2012 00:15:00 +0000

I feel like it’s been a long time since I’ve been on the computer and blogged about anything. Everyone is doing pretty good these days. Daniel is pretty much back to normal, and now we get to move on to Taylor and her ear problems.

Also: it is suddenly HOT here. Which typing that out makes me laugh, because it’s not all that hot when you consider where I grew up, BUT STILL. Changes in the weather make me want to die, and I may have spent the majority of the last two days laying on the ground near the air conditioner vent with the computer on the floor so I could watch hulu. My life is glamorous, no?

I also got to see my neuro today, and Blayne and I had a follow up dental appointment. (We were blessed with soft teeth.) I scheduled my MRI, and have orders for new bloodwork, and we’re just waiting on everything else. I don’t know if I mentioned it already, but I had my follow-up eye appointment, and everything looked great, so I only have to have my eye’s checked once a year OR if/when I have issues. And my appointment with my endo is coming up and I kinda want my thyroid tumor to be bigger so that they stop watching it, and just take it all out. I have a very good attitude about extra body parts these days. If I could, I would have a hospital day and just take out all the things that are mean to me and that aren’t critical for daily life, such as my stupid gallbladder and appendix and my dumb thyroid.

Also: please go see this cartoon about Danny and his new haircut.

P.S. We had our ten year anniversary on March , holla! It was a fun day, because I believe in making it a family celebration, because it IS the birthday of our family, after all. And in the name of tradition, I wrapped up 10 gifts, one for each year, in TIN foil. Because tin is the traditional gift. Not that I gave anyone tin. I made the theme “Life is Sweet” and bought 8 bags of candy, one bag of marshmallows, and gift number ten was marshmallow guns for everyone. Then we had a marshmallow fight. It’s how we roll. Plus: SUPER EASY.

Now I’m done.

Danny Update

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Mon, 05 Mar 2012 04:16:00 +0000

Daniel is not getting better. He’s still not really eating, and not really talking, and OH MY LIFE THE SMELL.

Which I knew wasn’t normal, but kept hoping that the antibiotics we were on would kick in. Long story short: went to ER. He has a super infection, which explains the smell, and we now have new antibiotics that are much, much stronger, and we’ll follow up with the ENT this week. And he’ll just hang out at home with me until we think he can handle being around a bunch of germy kids.

I just wish I hadn’t taken him to church today.

Week in Review

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 05:58:00 +0000

Daniel pretty much hasn’t spoken since his surgery. He uses his hands and points to thing, and I think he’s afraid to open his mouth. Mostly because every time he DID he would throw up, and throwing up when your throat is all cut up is probably pretty painful. Not that I know for sure, but I think it’s a fair assumption.

I was also thinking in the midst of this, how glad I am that my people are big enough to throw up in the toilet. (There are different degrees of vomit, you know…. just like there are different degrees of bleeding, which in my opinion, is still preferable to vomit.)

In other news, I found a support group for one of the medications I take, and I was SO GLAD to read one of the first comments, because a lady was all, “AGH! IT BURNS SO MUCH! I’M MELTING! AGH! AGH! AGH!” and instead of being nice, I was all, SWEET! Burning after an injection is normal! It’s not just me! And then!MORE people left comments and told her all sorts of things that would help. I read through all the comments, and then decided, I’d rather have it burn for a little while. You know why? Maintenance.

Currently, my night time meds routine is pretty involved, with Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday being extra involved. I don’t need to add another 30 minutes for ice packs and pain pills to kick in first and what not….

Also speaking of injections: two weeks ago, I accidentally put the needle over a vein, and shot my meds straight into my blood stream. Then I died.

PLUS ALSO: It’s March!

Unrelated: my hands are cold

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Sat, 25 Feb 2012 20:07:00 +0000

I bought pudding today. For Daniel… for after his surgery. I also bought yogurt. I never buy this stuff, but since he won’t be able to eat normal food for a couple of days, we had to prepare. I was going to get popsicles, but the store we were at only had the gross sugar free ones, and I ask you: what is the point of a popsicle without sugar? SUGAR IS WHAT MAKES THEM GLORIOUS.

In other news: We are just a few short weeks away from the release of the 1940 US Census, and there is a huge Community Project taking place right now to digitize the Census and make it available to everyone for free.

You can help the efforts by volunteering to index images, or you can sign up to become a 1940 US Census Blog Ambassador.

Oh, and if you become a Blog Ambassador, you are eligible to win amazing prizes, and bloggers of any size and genre are welcome. So sign up. Now. Click here.

PLUS, we have started a group Pinterest board, Vintage 1940’s that if really cute, or you can follow along on twitter via the hashtag #1940census.

That be all.

No Pets for Us

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Fri, 24 Feb 2012 01:45:00 +0000

Today I realized that I am the only person in my family that doesn't have a pet.

All of my siblings have dogs and hamster things and more dogs and stuff.

And then there is us.

With nary a pet in site.

I feel like this says something about me, I'm just not sure what.

All I know, is that I think THEY are all crazy.

Project Completed

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 20:21:00 +0000

I have FINISHED our Christmas stockings… and they are pretty much gorgeous.

And that’s all.

Dentists and stuff

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 02:15:00 +0000

We had dentist appointments today.

Older kids are nice because they can go to regular sorts of doctors and dentists instead of pediatric ones, AND you can do everything in one fell swoop.

We even made it a big deal by telling them that because they're so BIG NOW and not such whiny babies, that they get to go to the FAMILY dentist instead of the BABY dentist.

It's kinda a thing these days, because heaven forbid you tell my kid they're acting like a baby. THERE ARE NO BABIES IN THIS HOUSE, UNDERSTOOD?

And because there are no babies in this house, they get to do fun things, like go to "real" dentists.

In other unrelated news: I have made a new blog. For all my dumb cartoons. Because lots of you just want to laugh at stick figure drawings, and that's okay with me. In fact, it will be kinda fun to have everything in one place. At any rate, the new blog is called STICK YOUR MOM SAYS and this is the button:

And I will be posting all my old cartoons, and then adding new ones soonish because I have a really great story about Daniel and his haircut requests.
The end.

President’s Day

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 01:00:00 +0000

Happy President’s Day.

We celebrated by doing nothing.

Then we made popcorn balls and smoothies.

If that’s not a perfect day, I don’t know what is.

Bingham Problems

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Thu, 16 Feb 2012 19:25:00 +0000

Daniel has had a bad week.

He had pink eye, another double ear infection, and to top it all off, last night, he busted his head open. Which, you know, isn’t usually THAT big of a problem, except that his surgery consult was the next day, and there is only so much cash in the doctor budget, that was already blown this week on three cases of pink eye and a trip to urgent care.

So instead, DadGuy and I chose to bust out with our own First Aid kit, which is probably more extensive than most people’s, and we fixed the problem ourselves. The only argument came when he tried to use liquid bandaid, which is NOT as good as regular old superglue for holding gaping holes together. Plus, it burns. And WHAT is the point of making the wound sting if it’s not even going to hold the skin together?

Of course, everybody had to cry, because whenever there’s blood, we all hurt on the inside.

Want to know what’s more obnoxious that trying to stop your 5 year old from freaking out over a head wound? Trying to convince the siblings that he’s not going to die.

At any rate, Daniel. Surgery. February 28th. We’re super excited.

A Valentine’s Riddle

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 01:21:00 +0000

What is PINK and RED and itchy all over?

PINK EYE!

Happy Valentine’s Day to us!

The days are starting to run into each other

noreply@blogger.com (Caroline) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 22:50:00 +0000

I finally had my bone density scan. It was way easy, except that I had to turn my knees in and HOLD for like 20 minutes, which has made my hip hurt the whole rest of the day.

Plus also, it's Friday, which is usually my lay on the couch and not die day. But instead I got to take all of the kids to the rhematologist with me, because DadGuy had to work off site, and by the time I realized my scheduling mishap, it was too late to do anything about it.

SO TO RECAP: We had a long night yesterday with the multicultural night thing, and we went to bed more than an hour late, and then I woke everyone up early because my appointment was at the crack of dawn, and in another town.

And THEN since I was already out and about, and since we had no groceries, because I personally haven't gone anywhere except to the doctor and the pharmacy for over two weeks.

I have re-read that sentence a few times, and it doesn't make sense to me, and I don't know why, but I don't know what I would change either. This is what happens when I have a long day.

Did I mention that I was up all night again? Or could you tell? Sometimes, my insomnia shows and I'm not really aware of how bad it is until I hear recaps later.