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Tuesday, December 10, 2013
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Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Giving Blood and Saving Snails
Yesterday was an interesting day.
It started off with Kevin and I going with my aunt to play floor hockey. I am trying to exercise more this week, so her invitation to accompany her was very welcome. At first, Kevin did just fine. Two of my aunt's kids were there, so I thought he would be enjoying himself while we played. He usually is a very happy kid, especially when there are other kids around.
Unfortunately, someone brought Bambi, and soon all the kids were watching it...all the kids, that is, except Kevin. He doesn't really appreciate tv. We'd only played a few minutes when Kevin began to cry. The fact the other kids abandoned him was probably compounded by the small amount of sleep that he had been allowing himself the last few days. We're not sure exactly what's been going on, but I've been pretty tired.
Anyway, Kevin began to cry. I tried to distract him, but it didn't work. So finally, I said, "Come play with me." I hoisted him into my left arm, and put the hockey stick in my right arm. Luckily, I'm pretty strong, so I could still hit the ball pretty well. Kevin and I played goalie and we played hard. He seemed to enjoy it, except when everyone was running toward us, and he'd let out this little terrified shriek. I'm not sure if it was fear or excitement, but when I looked at him, he looked fine.
We played that way for a while, and then they turned off Bambi so the other kids would play with him. Again, he was distracted for a few minutes while I began to play harder. One of the women said, "Oh, you're a runner," as I charged after the ball. The distractions only worked for a moment though. Kevin began to wail again. He was tired and hungry, and every time he heard the sticks hit the floor, he knew he was missing out on fun. So, I fed him, and then he ended up playing goalie with me again. I got a pretty good workout. I'm kind of sore today. I've still got it though. Half-way through my aunt told me that I frightened her. Especially when I was holding the baby.
Heh.
Then, after Grig got home from work, we went and donated blood. I always do really well with it. I've got good veins and a great constitution. I was a little worried because I'm still nursing Kevin, but I did just fine. Kevin sure enjoyed himself. He got the sugary treats and attention as he walked around the place. Every time we go out, people ask, "How old is he?" When we tell them 9 months, they usually say, "Wow! He's doing really well."
We know. It's because he's batman.
Anywho.
Then, we had to go drop off the car at Havelock's workplace. He would then drive it home at 10:30 p.m. after he got done with his job. Grig, Kevin, and I took the bus. (Havelock would take it, but it stops its route at 8:30). The bus was kind of fun, but the combination of donating blood and driving home took way long. We didn't get home until 7:15. We still had to eat, shower, send an important e-mail, and save a snail. Not necessarily in that order. Grig was supposed to get up at 2:50 a.m. this morning. We didn't get to bed until 10:30 p.m. It's going to be a long day for my poor husband.
The snail was quite grateful, though. And hungry. It ate quite a bit of Swiss chard.
On a final note, I'm sorry for those of you who are waiting for out next video. I know it's three days late. It's been kind of crazy. It's almost ready, I'm just waiting for some voice-acting from Grig.
Also, I have a question for my readers. I'm thinking about blogging Monday through Friday, and putting up a vlog (video blog) on Saturday. Would anyone be interested in us doing that? I think it might be kind of fun, though more work for me.
Please let me know your thoughts.
TTFN. Ta-ta for now.
It started off with Kevin and I going with my aunt to play floor hockey. I am trying to exercise more this week, so her invitation to accompany her was very welcome. At first, Kevin did just fine. Two of my aunt's kids were there, so I thought he would be enjoying himself while we played. He usually is a very happy kid, especially when there are other kids around.
Unfortunately, someone brought Bambi, and soon all the kids were watching it...all the kids, that is, except Kevin. He doesn't really appreciate tv. We'd only played a few minutes when Kevin began to cry. The fact the other kids abandoned him was probably compounded by the small amount of sleep that he had been allowing himself the last few days. We're not sure exactly what's been going on, but I've been pretty tired.
Anyway, Kevin began to cry. I tried to distract him, but it didn't work. So finally, I said, "Come play with me." I hoisted him into my left arm, and put the hockey stick in my right arm. Luckily, I'm pretty strong, so I could still hit the ball pretty well. Kevin and I played goalie and we played hard. He seemed to enjoy it, except when everyone was running toward us, and he'd let out this little terrified shriek. I'm not sure if it was fear or excitement, but when I looked at him, he looked fine.
We played that way for a while, and then they turned off Bambi so the other kids would play with him. Again, he was distracted for a few minutes while I began to play harder. One of the women said, "Oh, you're a runner," as I charged after the ball. The distractions only worked for a moment though. Kevin began to wail again. He was tired and hungry, and every time he heard the sticks hit the floor, he knew he was missing out on fun. So, I fed him, and then he ended up playing goalie with me again. I got a pretty good workout. I'm kind of sore today. I've still got it though. Half-way through my aunt told me that I frightened her. Especially when I was holding the baby.
Heh.
Then, after Grig got home from work, we went and donated blood. I always do really well with it. I've got good veins and a great constitution. I was a little worried because I'm still nursing Kevin, but I did just fine. Kevin sure enjoyed himself. He got the sugary treats and attention as he walked around the place. Every time we go out, people ask, "How old is he?" When we tell them 9 months, they usually say, "Wow! He's doing really well."
We know. It's because he's batman.
Then, we had to go drop off the car at Havelock's workplace. He would then drive it home at 10:30 p.m. after he got done with his job. Grig, Kevin, and I took the bus. (Havelock would take it, but it stops its route at 8:30). The bus was kind of fun, but the combination of donating blood and driving home took way long. We didn't get home until 7:15. We still had to eat, shower, send an important e-mail, and save a snail. Not necessarily in that order. Grig was supposed to get up at 2:50 a.m. this morning. We didn't get to bed until 10:30 p.m. It's going to be a long day for my poor husband.
The snail was quite grateful, though. And hungry. It ate quite a bit of Swiss chard.
On a final note, I'm sorry for those of you who are waiting for out next video. I know it's three days late. It's been kind of crazy. It's almost ready, I'm just waiting for some voice-acting from Grig.
Also, I have a question for my readers. I'm thinking about blogging Monday through Friday, and putting up a vlog (video blog) on Saturday. Would anyone be interested in us doing that? I think it might be kind of fun, though more work for me.
Please let me know your thoughts.
TTFN. Ta-ta for now.
Monday, September 2, 2013
The True Use of Pillow Cases
Saturday night, Grig was in a deep sleep. He had a dream, most of which he doesn't remember. However, he does remember that for some odd reason, he was banned from using tissues, paper towels, toilet paper, or anything to blow his nose. And so, as an act of defiance in his dream, he ripped the pillow case off his pillow, blew his nose furiously in the pillow, and threw it in the dirty clothes hamper. A truly epic tale.
Great dream right? Except Sunday morning, my pillow case had been pulled off my pillow, thrown on the floor, and covered with Grig's mucus. Grig's pillow was fine. When he explained what happened we spent the next ten minutes laughing. It was really funny.
The second great thing that happened the weekend (besides church) occurred Saturday. Grig and I were on the way to the LDS temple. We were taking Kevin to the babysitter and as we were leaving our apartment, we ran into two ladies and a two-year-old boy. Kevin got really excited and wanted me to put him down. I set him on the ground and he stayed standing as he and the other boy examined each others faces with their fingers. Eventually, the two-year-old got bored, and turned to look at Grig.
That's when Kevin spotted the two ladies who were watching and laughing. He looked at them, and then he took off RUNNING toward them. Arms waving, little feet toddling, he was running as fast as he could toward the complete strangers. He'd never done that before. We were in shock, and he made it 4-5 feet before he face-planted in the dirt.
He immediately began to cry. One of the other ladies reached him first, and when I took him back, he had a mouth full of dirt. We were really impressed! In the last couple of days, Kevin has really mastered walking!
So, that was our weekend. We're so strange.
Also, if you haven't seen our new video, check it out. It's great!
Saturday, August 31, 2013
The Foot and the Finger: A Tragic Story
I'm pretty bright. I've never had a problem with school work, and I feel like I'm a creative person. So, why is it that I'm often so lacking in common sense?
Last week, Grig was at work. He is a 'fitter,' which means he places parts for welders, who then weld those pieces together. He was cleaning up at work, with only ten minutes left to go. He had been working with long pieces of steel called uprights that have a sharp end to them. They are machine sharpened and cut, which means they are really sharp. He had gloves on, and he wasn't paying too much attention and he pushed a bench underneath a fixture that one upright was attached to. As he did so, his pointer finger went along the edge of the upright. The upright sheared through the glove and into the knuckle of his finger. It began to bleed badly. However, because he was wearing gloves and the upright had been blunted a bit, the injury wasn't as severe as it could have been. They got him patched up, and sent him home.
By Friday (yesterday) the injury was looking great. It was closing up well, and it was no longer seeping fluid. Grig was quite happy with how well it was healing. We had a pleasant evening Friday night, and while Grig was getting ready for bed, I was showing Kevin how I could do headstands. Kevin was quite impressed, though he came crawling at high speeds straight for my head and knocked me over.
I was impressed with myself as well, so when Grigg came out of the bathroom, I decided to show him my skill with a headstand. I hadn't been able to do it since before I was pregnant. So, Grig and Kevin sat on the bed, and in my hurry to do a headstand, it turned into a somersault. My legs went flying toward the bed, and Grig let out a loud cry. "Jeez, Hun!"
My flailing heel had struck him right on his finger. An instant later, he was in the bathroom. I had reopened his wound and it was bleeding profusely. I ran quickly to get a paper towel so that Grig could apply pressure to his finger. I also grabbed iodine and bandages. Soon, the bleeding stopped, we disinfected, and reapplied dressing. It was very exciting, and I felt really bad.
Unfortunately, I also have an unusual ability. Most people say things like, "You know, in 220 years this will seem really funny...." I say, "You know, this is kind of funny now...." I am able to see the humor in a bad situation while I'm still in the middle of it. Usually, I try to keep these thoughts to myself because most people don't like to hear how funny something is when they're in a lot of pain.
However, the thought of my epic failure and the flailing feet with their precise impact now makes me smile a bit. At least it makes a good story.
On a further note: WE ARE POSTING A NEW VIDEO TODAY! It's not the 1st, but since the 1st is tomorrow, and tomorrow is Sunday, we decided to post tonight. It's a trailer for a (fake) movie coming out in Winter of 2013 called When the Vacuums Came. It might possibly be our best video yet. It's based off the fact that Kevin isn't scared of anything...except vacuums. I'll post a link on the blog with it later at 7:00 p.m. MST. Look forward to it, it will probably make you laugh.
Also, Kevin is walking! He has gone from making clumsy steps to deliberately walking from place to place. He still falls frequently, but sometimes he catches himself and keeps going. He's awesome!
Last week, Grig was at work. He is a 'fitter,' which means he places parts for welders, who then weld those pieces together. He was cleaning up at work, with only ten minutes left to go. He had been working with long pieces of steel called uprights that have a sharp end to them. They are machine sharpened and cut, which means they are really sharp. He had gloves on, and he wasn't paying too much attention and he pushed a bench underneath a fixture that one upright was attached to. As he did so, his pointer finger went along the edge of the upright. The upright sheared through the glove and into the knuckle of his finger. It began to bleed badly. However, because he was wearing gloves and the upright had been blunted a bit, the injury wasn't as severe as it could have been. They got him patched up, and sent him home.
By Friday (yesterday) the injury was looking great. It was closing up well, and it was no longer seeping fluid. Grig was quite happy with how well it was healing. We had a pleasant evening Friday night, and while Grig was getting ready for bed, I was showing Kevin how I could do headstands. Kevin was quite impressed, though he came crawling at high speeds straight for my head and knocked me over.
I was impressed with myself as well, so when Grigg came out of the bathroom, I decided to show him my skill with a headstand. I hadn't been able to do it since before I was pregnant. So, Grig and Kevin sat on the bed, and in my hurry to do a headstand, it turned into a somersault. My legs went flying toward the bed, and Grig let out a loud cry. "Jeez, Hun!"
My flailing heel had struck him right on his finger. An instant later, he was in the bathroom. I had reopened his wound and it was bleeding profusely. I ran quickly to get a paper towel so that Grig could apply pressure to his finger. I also grabbed iodine and bandages. Soon, the bleeding stopped, we disinfected, and reapplied dressing. It was very exciting, and I felt really bad.
Unfortunately, I also have an unusual ability. Most people say things like, "You know, in 220 years this will seem really funny...." I say, "You know, this is kind of funny now...." I am able to see the humor in a bad situation while I'm still in the middle of it. Usually, I try to keep these thoughts to myself because most people don't like to hear how funny something is when they're in a lot of pain.
However, the thought of my epic failure and the flailing feet with their precise impact now makes me smile a bit. At least it makes a good story.
Also, Kevin is walking! He has gone from making clumsy steps to deliberately walking from place to place. He still falls frequently, but sometimes he catches himself and keeps going. He's awesome!
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