Thanksgiving

The family (minus B who's sporting a bad cold right now) went to do the Turkey Trot. That was crazy busy and I think I'll skip it from now on or at least until all children can run by themselves. It was not fun trying to push a double jogging stroller through hordes of people who think they are out for a nice slow morning stroll. It was not much exercise, but it was a lovely morning weather wise.

Everyone came over for Thanksgiving. It was a typical turkey day, too much food and kids running around like crazy.

We celebrated B's birthday. He turns 3 tomorrow. He had a great day despite his cold. I managed to create an almost recognizable Diego cake.

It only took 10 years for her to stab me!

Today was prep day for Thanksgiving. The kids were spending the day with the ILs. I had a list of chores to get done. Clean house, bake pies, make birthday cake for B, make stuffing. Lots to do. I didn't anticipate a stabbing.

Here's what happened. DH wanted an apple pie for Thanksgiving. (See, this was all his fault!) I was using my mother's apple peeler/corer/slicer thing. Its a fun thing. The kids love to use it. DH had never seen it in action. He thought it was cool. I asked him if he wanted to use it to slice up the last of the apples.

DH was on one side of the counter peeling/slicing/coring the apples. I was standing on the opposite side of the counter using a paring knife to get some little bits of core out of the apples. DH tried to pull the apple core off the tool but it was stuck. He yanked and his hand flew out and hit the paring knife. It stabbed him in the palm of his left hand just above the wrist. He started screaming and cursing and blood started spurting all over. He ran from the room grabbing his hand with blood flying. I stood there in shock for a moment. I grabbed a wet washcloth and started trying to clean up the blood. I then saw it on the wall and on the floor and on the bathroom door. It was everywhere. DH had his hand under rushing water in the bathroom. I grabbed a towel, got his hand out of the sink and told him to put pressure on it. I told him to go to the car while I found keys and a cell phone. He didn't go, he just stood there. I told him to get in the car again. He finally whispered that he couldn't open the door. I finally found my stuff and got us both in the car.

I drove off intending to go to the ER. I called my sister to come turn off the oven so my pumpkin pie wouldn't burn. We ended up stopping at a PrimaCare. I still fairly panicked because DH was complaining about feeling very faint. (I think it was fear and pain, not blood loss.) I really started to lose it when I had to fill out the paperwork and the accident report. I had to give the reason for the visit. I really wanted to put "KNIFE WOUND" but I decided that it sounded too gangster so I wrote "CUT" instead. It all struck me as very funny and I started laughing, then I started crying, saying I was sorry. DH thought I was crazy for crying since I stabbed him not myself.

In the end, I left DH at the clinic to get fixed up and I went home and finished making the apple pie. He survived my stabbing with 3 stitches. But he did tell the doctor it only took 10 years for her to stab me!

DH told me afterward that he was surprised that I didn't take out the camera and take pictures of his gushing blood for the blog. I was slightly offended because I didn't even think about until after I knew he was going to be okay. These post incident photos will have to do.


The bloody evidence!

From the garden

I planted lots of tomato & jalapeno plants at the beginning of the summer. The jalapenos have done wonderfully. We've had so many jalapenos, I give them away by the bagful. The tomato plants, on the other hand, did not fare so well. They had blossoms but never actually produced fruit. In late summer I got 3-4 small green tomatoes, no bigger in diameter than a quarter.

I gave up on the tomatoes until one day A came running inside. She had small green tomatoes in her hands. She said that B walked up with them saying, "I picked strawberries in the forest."



These small tomatoes ripened to a nice bright red. Yesterday Chris made salsa, our gardening dreams come true.

Keen contest

I don't own any of these shoes but I've always wanted a pair.

Win a pair of keens

Monday Morning Funny

I read the comics and laughed out loud this morning. I laughed so hard DH had to know what I was reading.

pearls before swine 11/24/2008

Too funny.

Say Cheese

From Susan:

The rules-

1. Go to your pictures file.
2. Go to the 4th file.
3. Go to the 4th picture.
4. Post it and tell the story.



This picture was taking in September. B walked up to me and told me he wanted to say cheese. It took me a couple of tries to figure out what he meant. He wanted his picture taken. I couldn't say no to a face like that!

Everything's changed

The boy figured out he can climb out of the crib.

It took 2 years, 11 months and 17 days. It was so nice while it lasted. If he was screaming/crying/annoying too much, I could just put him in the crib and tell him to take break and calm down. It was a source of refuge for me. I could put him in there and take a shower or do laundry without worrying about where he was and what he was getting into.

How are we going to get him to go to sleep? He can get out.

How are we going to get him to stay asleep? He can get out.

Pray for me. I think I'm going to need it.

Derby Day

And the racing begins!


The meanest car award


The gator racer at the finish


DH & J with their awards

Is this really bad?

I'm trying to finish up some work. I have two outstanding issues with job number two. Kids are home and interrupting and it is hard to concentrate.

I haven't yelled or been really stressed out, but I did ask the kids to leave the room I'm in and go to the playroom.

Next thing I know, B is tapping me on the leg. He handed me a beer and said, "Here, this is for you. See, happy mommy!"

That's bad.

New stuff

J got new glasses today, camo glasses. He kind of freaked out when he first got them and refused to put them on, but he's happily wearing them now. J also got his new scarf today. It took me too many weeks to finish it. I thought it would never end, but it is finally done. He loves it.



My baby boy B is not such a baby anymore. Potty training has finally kicked in. It was Halloween that did the trick. He dressed as a football player and he wore the costume almost every day for a week. He told me "Football players don't wear diapers." and that was that. He has had a few accidents but he's good.

Today I tried to put him in a pullup to go to preschool. He would have nothing to do with it. So off he went to school, commando style. He's still not a big fan of underwear. I walked him into the classroom and he proudly told his teacher that he didn't do no diapers today. Before I had a chance to say anything she reached out to see his big boy underpants. Boy, she was surprised. He did well, no accidents, no problem. But I am going to buy him some Diego underwear for his birthday. Maybe then he will wear it.

The closest thing to heaven CJ's

If you've ever been to Notre Dame, then you should know CJ's. If you don't know CJ's, you should get to know it the next time you are there. CJ's is a dive of a bar at night, but during the day it is hamburger heaven. They serve huge burgers with special seasoning. They are so big sometimes they split apart. It is one thing I insist on having every time I go back to South Bend. CJ's is the reason to go to South Bend, especially with the state of football of late.

Today, I had the closest thing to CJ's that I've ever tried. Around 1 pm I had just come home from helping at the school book fair and was about to fix myself a turkey sandwich. Just then, DH called asking me if I wanted Wingfields. He had eaten there a few weeks ago and raved about it. I was so hungry I almost turned him down. Instead I chose to wait and try it. I'm so glad I did because this burger was great. It was huge and greasy and yummy.

I don't normally post pictures of half eaten food, but this burger was so seriously good I had to stop eating and take pictures to document it. If you ever come to Dallas, you need to include a trip to Wingfields.

The Burger


The Burger when I gave up


P.S. Except I couldn't give up. I paused, took a few deep breaths and finished the burger. I don't think I'll eat for day or two.

Halloween

The cousins came home for Halloween. A & J have been counting down the days & hours until they came home. A was determined to spend every possible moment with her cousin while she was here.

They arrived late on Thursday. She was up early Friday morning to go see them. The kids stayed at S#2 house while I went to parent teacher conferences & took J to get his glasses fixed. I picked up my kids & three cousins and we came home to carve pumpkins.

A & cousin E were industrious and carved their pumpkins all on their own.
A & E's pumpkins.


The others weren't so ambitious and the playing on the swingset was much more fun. I carved B's pumpkin with the face that cousin O drew. I carved M's pumpkin after she told me she wanted scary eyes, a triangle nose & a mouth with pointy teeth. J told me he wanted one just like M's but I had already done that design, so I just winged it.

The little kids' pumpkins




Around 5:00 we had the calgary cousins, the dallas cousins, my mom & dad & youngest sister plus 3 other families for dinner. One family left and 2 other families joined us for trick or treating.

The whole gang

The 3rd graders

The kindergarteners



I stayed home with 2 of the moms and handed out the candy, most of it accumulated at various parties the children have attended. I got rid of it all, including a valentine lollipop that had "To: A" written on it. That really grossed S#2 out but I'm just glad that it is all gone.

The cousins go back to Calgary tomorrow and the countdown to December 21st begins.