Chicken Stock, Soy Milk and Goose Poop

Chicken stock, soy milk and goose poop; what do these things have in common? Well, they certainly make for an interesting day. Today started off with breakfast as any other day does. Elsa decided that she wanted some soy milk to drink with breakfast. She ask for something to drink and I told her she was welcome to go get it from the fridge herself since she already had an empty glass at the table. Off she went to the fridge and then back she came with the box of chicken stock.

At this point I should explain that the chicken stock and soy milk are in the exact same types of containers, the stock has a brown label and the soy milk has blue. Aaron noticed it first that she had gotten the wrong box. We all smiled and chuckled a bit. She was so embarrased and got very upset. It was a good twenty minutes before she came out of her room. She can be so sensitive, a lot like me I'm afraid.

After breakfast we headed out on a walk. We followed Fanno Creek trail and the crossed Hall Boulevard to continue on Greenway trail and over to the playground. Aaron and Elsa rode their bikes. Brett and I walked the dogs and I pushed Wayne in the stroller. We had a great time at the playground. Elsa and Wayne played on the slide while Brett and Aaron threw the football around.

On the way home we stopped at Starbucks and got coffee and hot chocolates. I love fall days were a hot cup of coffee is so good after a brisk walk in the cool fall air. We then headed home. We had to cross Hall and Nimbus so we crossed at the lights. On our way across the second crosswalk Elsa suddenly got very upset and started screaming about something on her hand. You would have thought the sky was falling and I'm sure she did! Sure enough right in the middle of the back of her hand a big glob of green goose poop.

I can't even imagine what she was thinking. This awful green thing fell out of the sky and stuck to her hand. The green glob nearly covered the back of her hand and she wanted it off! Well we had to finish getting across the street first. As we are walking she starts trying to wipe it off on the handle bars of her bike. Did you know that goose poop is kind of sticky? We do now. I had decided to risk taking the walk without bringing the diaper bag so I didn't have any wipes with me at all. Luckily lawn works very well for rubbing green globs off. The rest of the walk home Elsa was very leary of any geese flying over head.

Bike Ride

Elsa is one determined little girl. We walked down the creek trail this afternoon to go to 7-Eleven to pick up a movie. Aaron and his buddy Mason were riding with us and Elsa was on her push bike. She was determined the entire way to keep up with the boys. I'm surprised she didn't crash and burn in the process. She has a habit of looking down at her wheel which then causes a lot of zig-zagging.

By the end of the ride Elsa no longer had to keep up with the boys since they rode home ahead of us. So it was just Wayne, Elsa and I. By the time we reached our street Elsa had had enough of riding.

Bedtime

I have to admit that bedtime is my least favorite part of the day. I really dislike going through the bedtime routine. Does that make me a bad parent? Isn't bedtime suppose to be this lovie-dovie thing. Some of it is impatience on my part since I am very ready for the kids to go to bed but they seem determined to prolong the routine.

As it goes I'm generally trying to rush them to get done and they in turn are dragging their feet. Aaron does what he needs to mostly on his own though he still wants me to tuck him in. It is very endearing that my big 10 year old still wants his mom. Elsa on the other hand is the worst about bedtime. I am usually focused on getting her moving. Last night she was doing her usual bouncing around and not really paying attention to my requests for her to get in the bathroom. To the bedroom I go, "Elsa get in the bathroom." To this she looks at me and states "I'm a Super Hero." Like that is the answer to everything. Of course she's not listening she's busy being a Super Hero.

We finally make it through brushing our Super Hero teeth and going potty. Yes, Super Hero's do have to go potty I assured her. We Super Hero our way back to the bedroom for pajamas. The pajamas she has are the footsie ones that is a full warm fuzzy jumper. Hers happen to be purple with lite purple pocka-dots. We like to call her the purple people eater when she's wearing them though it might be that she is the purple person the eater likes to eat. Anyways, she takes her purple footsie pajamas and puts just the arms on so that the rest of the jumper is hanging down behind her and off she flies around the room!

The make-believe capabilities of a 4 year old never cease to amaze me.

Don't Panic

What a night. Thank goodness Brett keeps his cool. I do but just not as well and I'm quick to calmly run off to the urgent care or emergency room when one of my kids is hurt. So with that here's the story.

I was preparing sandwich fixings for dinner tonight when I had everything ready I call Elsa in so that she could make her sandwich herself. She came in and got the step stool out so she could reach the counter. Unfortunately, Wayne likes the step stool and also headed over to it and climbed up. I was turning around to get him from the stool but in the time it takes to do that (less than a second!) he grabbed the large knife that I had been using to slice the sandwich fixings. I got a hold of his hand but he twisted in just the right way to slice his pointer finger on his right hand. My heart stopped. Breath.

Now for those who have cut there own fingers in the kitchen you know how much it can bleed, for those who are lucky enough not to have experienced this let me tell you it bleeds a lot. So at this point I'm ready to take him to urgent care and get stitches! Breath. Call for Brett to do something, I don't know what but something. I have a paper towel already on his finger and applying pressure to stop the bleeding. Yuck Marley is cleaning up the floor (Marley is my dog for those who don't know). Breath. Brett points out that it us unlikely to need stitches and that we don't need to rush off. Brett prepares a bandage of sorts and once the bleeding has subsided we get Wayne's finger bandaged up. To keep the bandage on his hand we wrap his entire hand with tape so he can't use the fingers and can't pull the bandage off.

Once things calmed down, I at least called the advice nurse. She agreed with Brett that given where the cut is at it is unlikely that the doctor's would stitch it and it would probably be less traumatic for Wayne if we just took care of it at home. We cleaned up the cut, it does look pretty awful, and got a fresh bandage on it as well as some liquid bandage to keep the cut together. Wayne is now sound asleep.

I think I'm finally breathing :-)