November 04, 2006
mama hen
I'm so proud of my girls right now. Georgia is all excited about drama class at school and tells us all about the play they are preparing- The Little Red Hen. She's learned all the songs and has transcribed a couple of them for us so we can learn them too. And she is so disciplined about getting up in the morning when her alarm clock goes off and getting ready for school- more so than I ever was (or am)! She can do so much when she puts her considerable will to good use.
Maya has shown us how brave she is. She fell down an entire flight of stairs in our house and broke her arm on Halloween right before trick-or-treating. She cried for a while until we got to the ER and then she told everyone that it was feeling much better thank you very much. X-rays told a different story, though partially in keeping with hers. She has a bulge fracture on the ends of the two long bones in her forearm (the ulna and radius, I've learned), right where they meet the wrist. Yeah, I had no idea what a bulge fracture was either. Apparently, since children's bones are still soft, they don't always break when stressed, they just sort of squoosh out of shape a little. So that's what happened to Maya, and it's not a very serious fracture. That's why it didn't hurt very much. But she has to wear a cast for three weeks anyways. It's cute and hot pink, of course. She was very brave throughout the whole thing and didn't fight any of it even though she cried bitterly several times at the idea of getting a cast. Now she just thinks it's bothersome, but sort of cool sometimes. I think she had some angels watching over her that she fell all the way down the stairs and didn't even hit her head once. She said that she did somersaults all the way down. Now those were some gymnastics lessons put to better use than I ever could have imagined. And it's a good thing too because Teresa was also on the staircase when Maya fell and if she had been log-rolling instead, it would have been so much worse! As it was, Maya just tumbled right by and left Teresa standing there, halfway down, looking stunned.
Of course, Maya wanted to go straight from the ER to trick-or-treating, which is exactly what we did.
Now Teresa's story is that she's been talking up a storm and today she said this sentence to me: Matthew. Tummy. Heidi. Play bumpy slide. I wanna go bumpy slide. I wanna do it again. Devyn.
I was very impressed. And that was just the middle part of a long monologue where she talked about all the things she wanted to do and places she wanted to go. The whole thing was made even sweeter by the fact that she is working really hard at getting over a bad stomach bug- I'm gonna guess it's rotavirus, which laid Maya very low at this age- and has a very difficult couple of days. She's managing it a lot better than Maya did because nasty things weren't shooting out both ends at the same time like they did with Maya. With her, it's been one end, then the other. Less dehydrating that way, so I think she'll make it without professional assistance. Thank heavens! I was bracing myself for the worst. I can't remember the last time one of my kids started throwing up and didn't end up in the ER. Yeah Teresa! Beat that bad bug!
(Yes, it's been a stressful week for me.)
Even our jack-o-lanterns look stressed.
