swimming

I am so aware of all the things I take for granted when healthy. I called the nurse and asked if I could go swimming. (Why am I asking for permission--I am a grown woman?) I am still a little concerned about the toe. And unfortunatly it is not fully healed--it still bleeds a little. She said no. She explained that it is a public pool and you never know what kind of bacteria there is that might infect it. This reminds me of the little elephant Tantor in "Tarzan" who when told by his mother to come into the watering hole said "but, what about all the bacteria". Here is a link to that clip. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWNSaasY-vA

So I am going to sit by the pool and read the next chapter in "When Sinners Say I Do". Instead of focusing on getting my body in shape, I suppose I'll focus on getting my heart into shape.

Superglue--Part 2

About 2 months ago I went on vacation, upon returning I realized I really didn't have a good dresser to put my clothes away in. So I just didn't. I laid the suitcase next to my bed.



Friday I found the perfect dresser and decided to rearrange our bedroom to accomodate it. The suitcase I had lying next to my bed ended up against the corner soaking tub. I then piled more clothes on top of the suicase next to the tub.



Saturday our daughter (didn't) take a nap in our room. She painted the tub instead with my make-up. Since she's not allowed to nap in our room and she did it while I was gone I not so politly asked Nate to help her clean it up. While they were cleaning it up they opened up the window shades.

Fast Forward to bedtime. I noticed the shades were open so I hopped into the dry tub, shut them (yes I was a little annoyed that they were open) and hopped back out. On my way out of the tub my right big toe caught one of the suitcase wheels. Ouch--no big deal right? Not!--upon further examination I had a nickel size flap of skin hanging from the bottom of my big toe. I literally whispered "help". Nate came over and headed out for a bandaid. Meanwhile I am lying on our bedroom floor with my foot resting on the doorway into the bathroom--so the blood would slow down and only drip on the tile--not on the carpet. He genlty placed the flap back in place, put some ointment on it and two bandaids. We went to bed. I kept thinking--this is going to bleed through, so I put on socks. I was still thinking--this is going to bleed through. Well it did. So I headed downstairs and called the ER. Instead of waking up my husband I quietly escorted myself to the hospital.


So the nurse washed it and the docter superglued it and I came home (actually I stopped at walmart for some coughdrops, I really should have bought some Ibuprofen). I rolled into bed at 2 am and couldn't sleep due to pain. Around 5am Hannah--my oldest--came in with a tummy ache--thankfully due to hunger. I cut up a pear for her and found some Ibuprofen in a drawer. It is then that I was finally able to fall asleep.

I think Superglue would be a nice addition to our first-aid kit.

Superglue--Part 1

Tuesday am--my day to help Nate in the office--I hear a knock on the bathroom door. "Mom, Elli's bleeding and Emily needs you." I threw on my pink bathroom and ran down stairs. In the process of helping Emily with the dishes she cut herself on a knife. Elli is 13 mo old and Emily is our pt nanny. I then called Nate upstairs and during all the flaling of this child, it took 3 adults to get two bandaids on her. Not knowing how bad it was I took her to the Dr. It once again took 3 adults to figure out the damages--two stab wounds to her index finger. So what is the solution? Superglue and sutures.

How do you explain to a 13 month old that they get ice cream if they hold still? How in the world was I able to keep it together? I was glad when it was all over and in the peace and quiet of my van I was able to shed a few tears.

Sleep

This is what happens when you shut the tv off at 9:30 and go to bed. You talk for and hour with your hubby and then fall asleep. You wake up before the alarm goes off and spring out of bed when it does. You end up in the kitchen before the kids have a chance to run into your bedroom to wake you up. Your husband looks at you and says "Now what do we do?" I had time to read a chapter in my bible and then actully made breakfast instead of them scrounging in the cupboard. Hannah who is usually the first one up was one of the last. I made her lunch for her and picked up the kitchen a little...

Then the panic sunk in. Why isn't Elli awake yet? You know the feeling you get after the first full night's sleep after having a baby? She went to bed with a fever, I never heard her in the night and now she is not awake! I turned and look at Nate and said "I'm getting kinda worried that Elli's not up yet." He replies "O, When I got up I checked on her, repositioned her and stuck a bottle in her mouth. I then wrapped her up good with blankets--you know she needs all the sleep she can get--don't you." Panic over. She of course woke up a 1/2 hour later, not hungry, poopy and snotnosed. I am praying my little sicko is better soon!

My first blog

So here goes--my first blog. I've been told by a few to start writing a blog. I tend to talk a lot out loud to myself. Sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I'm just plain mad. I get mad about the injustices in this world and how cruel we can be as human beings. As a mom I tend to find other moms who are just plain critical about children. I absolutly adore my kiddos. Most of the time my children and very creative and well behaved. And even though it is true they sometimes have wrong behavior, I choose to believe the best. I do not let their wrong behavior define them as a human being. They were created in the image of Christ and therefore I am going to treat them as the precious gift of God that they are. I have come to the conclusion that they are in fact not mine. They are God's gift and my priviledge and honor to be able to teach them what God has asked me to. The greatest thing God has told me is to tell His people that He loves them. The most important place I can do that is in my own home with my husband and with my kids. They know that they are loved. They see themselves as being loved. So many children have such low self-esteems because our society as a whole is extremely critical and can only see the wrong in others. The tell us we are wrong and in turn we tell our children they are wrong. We live in a society where 90% of all households live in right/wrong realtionships. I'm right so you must be wrong, instead their not wrong they are just different. Most of the conflicts can be summed up as they just see this differently. If we could stop judging and start looking at life through another's perspective we can avoid a majority of conflicts. This will free us up to help those that are truly exhibiting wrong behavior. And instead of us having wrong behavior by yelling and screaming or ignoring and rolling eyes, we can have an attitude of love and come along side our sinful kids and love them through their wrong behavior. If we have wrong behavior when correcting wrong behavior they will not listen. If we love and have right behavior when correcting wrong behavior they will be more apt to listen and obey. So I encourage you to gently correct wrong behavior and praise the good behavior. Have you hugged your kids today?