Filling in Some Gaps (or Who Pulled Her Chain?)
So, what have we been up to for the last two months, anyway? From the time we got home from Thanksgiving in Florida until we arrived home from Lake Tahoe seems like a total blur.
That sounds entirely too pretentious. So, so sorry. Getting adjusted after being on vacation with Mike's family in November was difficult. It's always hard when we visit with parents, because they often do a lot of the day-to-day work that one does when at his or her own house (The main thing I do when we travel is laundry...granted, my family can generate a good bit of laundry, but doing laundry when you are not home is just different. There isn't as much, for one thing.); I didn't cook at all, and while I tried to help clean up sometimes, there was always someone else to do it before I could get at the mess. Re-entry into the real world after these experiences is always...well, you know when the space shuttle comes back into the atmosphere and it's so hot the tail end of the thing just about catches on fire and there is a lot of shuddering and there is a great likelihood that parts of the shuttle will fall off or burn up? Well, it's a lot like that.
I immediately got started on laundry, but remained behind the entire time between the two trips (we left again on Christmas Day). I know I did some schoolwork with Michaela, and Christian went back to school, and Eliana...hung on me? Danced around? We did some Christmas shopping (by the way, I don't recommend shopping for your kids' presents while they are with you...not at all) and decorated a tree, and baked cookies for Christian's class party (which Mike discovered the BEST sugar cookie recipe EVER, and that is saying something because I hate, HATE making cut-out sugar cookies, and these were [dare I say it?] fun to make) (or at least enjoyable). I prepared for our trip to Lake Tahoe, hunting and gathering all manner of snow/ski attire for my family, which, haha, joke was on us, since it didn't snow there before or during our trip. But we were certainly prepared for very cold weather, a blizzard even.
We also addressed the issue of Michaela's thumb. Remember when she sewed her thumb on Halloween? Yes. Well. It had been hurting ever since (um, duh). We took her to a hand doctor who told us that, yes, there was a very tiny piece of needle still in the pad of her thumb, and we could leave it and see what happened, or she could try to get it out right then (a week after it happened), or she could try to get it out after a few weeks/months/years. We decided to wait and see if it would wiggle its way to the surface of her skin, because, hello! homeschool science...the weird things our bodies do with foreign objects. And wouldn't that have been crazy if we had actually seen it poking through her skin one day and plucked it out with tweezers?! You wouldn't do that in the public school science class! (Maybe the bathroom, but...let's not go there.) (Literally or figuratively.)
After several more weeks Michaela came to the conclusion that it hurt a lot, and when she did things like button her jeans or anything that required pressure on her thumb it was very painful. Or at least quite painful. She's so calm about things like this that I have a hard time gauging exactly how serious any given pain might be. At any rate, I took her back to the hand doctor and she could tell that it had moved closer to the surface and we all decided that we (used extremely loosely) would go ahead and try to remove it. This required a shot to numb the area, which was (understandably) the worst part. Michaela was such a strong patient. Then it was a matter of waiting until the medicine had kicked in enough for a cut.
The doctor had the tiniest of knives, or scalpels, or some cutting utensil, and she made an incision that was as small as she hoped to need...and there the fragment was, right where she cut (she could feel and see the spot where it was, so it certainly wasn't a blind effort, but it could have been deeper than we thought). She plucked it out with a pair of tweezers and stuck a band-aid on Michaela's thumb! She wrapped it with that sticky brown tape stuff and sent us on our way.
We were in and out in time for me to get Christian from school. Once we picked him up, it was clear what needed to be done. Post-operation frozen yogurt.
I mean, is there anything else after such an ordeal?
Siblings did not complain.
Unless I tried getting a picture. Ha! But I was sneaky and successful! Extraordinarily useful skills for a mom, I have found.
I want to try to get some pics from our Tahoe trip (there are a few on my phone, but all others were taken by my brother-in-law and have yet to be acquired) (hint, hint, Bobby) (because I know you totally read my blog) (Wendy, will you tell Bobby that we would like pictures). Once I get them, I will share some of those stories with you. There are no bears in the stories, but I was really afraid that there would be. Or mountain lions. It was quite tame, actually. Only dogs. (And wouldn't you know I'm the one who stepped in poop on a hike? Yes, of course I did.) Stay tuned. And I'm sorry I always talk about poo.