at least the color brings out her eyes

Poor little girl. I noticed it around 5:30 on Thursday. She wouldn’t put weight on her rear foot, and it was noticeably swollen. She didn’t cry about it, though, and when I gingerly palpated it, she whimpered only once. So, I wasn’t sure, and got a second opinion from Daddy J. Yup, broken, was his verdict.

Our outstanding local vet answered Daddy J’s page and said that since Scarlett had eaten a few hours ago, he’d have to wait in order to use anesthesia. I assumed at first that that meant he’d see her in the morning, but no: he told us to bring her at 9:30 at night. Daddy J took her to the clinic, and sure enough, her little leg was broken. Dr. West said it wasn’t a bite from another dog, like, say, a huge male German shepherd. Most likely, he thinks, she was exploring and got her foot caught in a root or rocks or something in our backyard and then broke her leg when she wrenched her foot free.

She thumps along pretty well on it, although it sure looks uncomfortable. She’ll get it off in a couple of weeks.

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Total non-sequitur: That bizarro shingles/spider bite spot apparently just comes and goes on a whim now. It was back a few weeks ago, then faded, and is back again now. Weird.

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school’s out

For the big boys, anyway. Rainbow is going to keep on going to daycare; we’re actually changing it to three days a week instead of two, since Goonie’s new work schedule probably means she won’t be keeping him one day a week any more. He seems to really love it. He talks about it when he’s not there (play with friends! Miss C give apple juice! Crackers! Play with trucks! Color with crayons! Play with DINOSAURS!) and is napping well there, in general, and eating at least a little bit.

When Daddy J picked him up on Tuesday, he chirped, Bye-bye, Miss C! Good job! as he left. And then today, when I dropped him off, he clung to me for a minute and then asked to be put down. Bye-bye, Mama, a wave, and a swift turn to the toys and his friends.

Which, yeah. A fierce punch to a Mama’s heart, but I’m so very proud of him.

Also, this guy:

Won MVP of his middle school lacrosse team. It sort of astonishes me that I, who possess neither team sport skills nor an aggressive sporty competitiveness, am mother to this boy. Pretty cool, huh?

dragons and other cool stuff

Our little Rockinrolla turned fourteen on May 18 (**sniff**) and we took him and his big brother out to eat and to The Flaming Lips concert. Which was totally the coolest concert I’ve EVER SEEN.

Confetti, balloons, a giant clear hamster ball bouncing around on the audience’s heads, the Ryman Auditorium… As an added HUGE bonus, Brad and Rockinrolla worked their way up to the stage and got to see the entire concert from, like, two feet away. Brad is elated that Wayne Coyne SHOOK HIS HAND.

(If you look closely, you might see Brad bouncing up and down in ecstasy and Rockinolla with his elbows on the stage.)

I have been cleaning like a madwoman while Rainbow’s at preschool (going most excellently, btw – he warbles happily about the teacher and going to play with his friends ALL THE TIME) because our weekly cleaning person failed to show up both this week AND last and we’re having Rockinrolla’s middle school lacrosse banquet here in, like, two hours, which is awesome except that I can’t stand having anyone in the house unless it’s clean and smells nice, dammit.

(gargrarrahhhgagghh curse spit gruh grumphhhh)

(and yes, yes, I’m totally spoiled to have a cleaning helper-person once a week (downstairs only), but I do work part-time and have an energetic little sugar-monkey at home the rest of the time, so I pretty much require it)

BUT! Wanted to also share the newest article up on Like Totally 80’s about Dungeons and Dragons. My older brother LOOOOOOVED it, and his affection for the game rubbed off on me but good.

drama

So, we were all stoked for an easy, restful weekend. I took Rockinrolla to his middle school awards ceremony on Friday evening (he won book awards for both English and Spanish – way to go bub!) and then we met Daddy J at the Guitar Pull that our friends Linda and Doug had arranged. (Brad was on a movie trip with his school.)

The Guitar Pull was just awesome. We were on the front row, and four talented and extremely successful songwriters (one was singer Aaron Tippin) spoke about their songs and performed them. I’m so glad Rockinrolla was there with us (and missed Brad) because they both aren’t big fans of country, although I play it a lot in the car. It’s impossible, though, to not appreciate the poetry and earnestness and positive energy from that music when the songwriters themselves are singing their own songs for you. Loved it.

And we had nothing lined up for the rest of the weekend.

Aaaaaahhh.

Daddy J made a quick run to the market on Saturday morning. He came in through the back glass door and surprised Rainbow, who was SO glad to see him that he threw open the heavy metal door. Onto his bare foot. Which got a deep 1″ long cut. Which split right open because his little feet are so plump.

Whew.

So, emergency room visit number one for little Rainbow. (Although it was hospital trip number two.) I’d say something witty and pithy about little boys being wild men and getting into scrapes, except it’s not funny at all, and Rainbow, both times, was just being an enthusiastic little sweetie pie and not a naughty daredevil.

Hallelujah!!! the ER was empty on Saturday morning and we had zero wait. The doctor and staff were absolutely perfect in every way – caring and attentive and professional. Go, go, go, Heritage Medical Center. I was anxious going in because we’d had a very negative experience with the old hospital, eleven or so years ago, when Rockinrolla fell on the kitchen floor and got a concussion. Which was totally unfair of me, because this is an entirely new hospital, but still. I was nervous that it would be a repeat of the awfulness, but no. GREAT medical service.

Little boy was very brave. The nurse put a numbing cream on the wound and administered some Tylenol 3, and we watched Sesame Street on Daddy’s iPhone while the cream soaked in. Rainbow got loopy and relaxed from the meds, but still cried and protested during the stitching up process. (I held him close and did NOT look.) Rainbow and I waited in the car while Daddy J filled the prescription for antibiotics at Walmart (which totally took about as long as the entire hospital process) and then took little bun home.

He had a little yogurt and a leftover pancake for lunch, along with his dose of Keflex, and then took a three and a half hour nap.

And then woke up and vomited ALL OVER THE PLACE.

AGAIN.

and

AGAIN.

and

AGAIN.

Our doctor told us to discontinue the antibiotics (which were just precautionary for possible infection at the site) since it was impossible to tell if it was the Tylenol 3, the Keflex, or the traumatic experience that was causing the misery. I kept a log of his GI troubles, and the last bout was at 4 am. Poor honey.

So, yeah. It was a wild one. He ate a little on Sunday, and then had a pretty normal day yesterday, and is very happily back at preschool today.

Stitches come out in a week.

trapper keepers = awesomeness

Here’s my latest post at Like Totally 80’s about Trapper Keepers. They were SO cool back in the day. I remember how it just wasn’t even up for debate, as far as I was concerned: I HAD to have a Trapper Keeper for school.

Check out the pics I found of some great vintage designs. Is yours pictured?
Mine is. 🙂

therapy for kids who don’t need it?

My newest article just came up at Babble. I talk about how I think even emotionally healthy kids should start a relationship with a therapist by going just a couple of times a year before they hit middle school. Then if/when emotional and social turbulence hits during puberty and beyond, the therapist relationship will already be in place and the therapist will be an invaluable parenting tool.

I hope you like the piece, and I’d love to hear what you think about this idea in the comments section.

The Joy of Sax

I had SO much fun writing this article about saxophone solos in the 1980’s for Like Totally 80’s. I have been on youtube all morning and dancing in my computer chair. The 80’s had a ton of great sax music, and I tried to pick the best examples of them for the piece. Hope you like it. 🙂

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