It's official.
Our little boy is getting frightfully Big.
He has now officially learned how to get started and keep going on a jungle gym swingset All By Himself. This is tremendous news, and is touted with much pride and enthusiasm from a certain short redhead. He also wanted to know when the heck we were going to go to Six Flags this year. ?!?! Um...not likely, since you guys are still a tad small, and tickets are outrageously expensive. (I think he keeps seeing all the ads on TV.)
I kicked Doug out of bed early ("early" being 9:15 a.m.) and got everyone down to the AMC Theater to see Surf's Up at the first showing of the day. (First shows tickets are $4 each) And a note to those with kids: movie theaters seem to be featuring a variety of ways to see free movies this summer. AMC Summer Movie Camp has free movies at 10 a.m. every Wednesday, and Wehrenberg Summer Series runs a set of six movies for $9.00 (covers all six) on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. (Hmm, I see some movies in our future!) David and Lauren both enjoyed the movie; it's an animation mockumentary about a penguin living in Shiverpool, Antarctica (ha!) who dreams of being a surfer, who eventually makes it to the ultimate surfing contest held at Pen Gu Island. My favorite scene was Geek teaching Cody how to make a surfboard...I chortled about that all through lunch. "That must be so...universal...between--"
"Fathers and sons, yes," said Doug. "If that wasn't like my dad..."
Well, yeah, but let's not forget that Doug does the exact same thing. HA!!
Doug mowed the lawn when we got back (nope, it STILL hadn't been done!) while I moved all the stuff off the lawn, clipped all the long grass/uber weeds around the jungle gym (where the mower can't reach), weeded the front garden, and cut down the tree (again!) which is insisting on trying to grow out from under our porch. Sigh. I also filled a couple of planters yesterday with some salvia and petunias. We'll see if they survive. (If I put things in dirt, they die.)
We had bribed the kids to agree to come home with the idea that they might be able to put on swimsuits and run through the sprinkler, so I had to get that set up after Doug mowed the backyard. This is indescribably fun...I wish I owned a video camera, it would've made for a great clip. There was much shrieking and cringing and tests of bravery and daring. I came back to two soaking, giggling children. They were cold by this point, so I put them into a warm bath and started watering the rest of the lawn as long as I was at it. Not that we have much grass, mind you. It's mostly weeds and clover. Which actually suit the rabbits that live under our deck just fine. We have rabbits everywhere. (David got a good picture of one the other day. I'll have to post it.)
We went over to the neighbor's last week to finalize a time for everyone to go over to the Science Center Superheroes exhibit. David's counting down the days. We also got to talking so long that said neighbor forgot to take cookies out of the oven before they turned into smoking black bricks. Oops.
Speaking of oops, I burned the living hell out of my arm. I was putting bread in the oven and accidentally touched my arm to something. There was a "pop" and sizzle sound, and an actual little trail of smoke (holy crap!) and it looked like something had melted onto my arm...sort of like something had heated up and caramelized, and dripped onto my skin, so I rubbed it to get it off. It was my skin. It had been utterly vaporized, and there was a perfect little oval-shaped hole in my arm. I put ice on it and then slathered Lansinoh over the top, covered it with a square of waxed paper and wrapped it up in an ace bandage. It really didn't hurt much after that...maybe rated a 3 out of 10, with 1 being "what injury?" I tried to clean it and dress it again only once, but the experiment pulled up the nice new layer of skin I'd spent two days trying to regrow, so I covered it again and vowed to leave it alone. (I'll have to try maggot therapy if this doesn't work. Yes, it does exist, and yes, I'd probably try it. I have a friend going through cancer treatments whose post-op wounds aren't healing. She has to pack and unpack herself with gauze regularly, and when the wound doesn't heal pieces of the flesh start to die. To "cure" that, they're talking about burning and scraping out the wound in hopes of revealing fresh, live flesh, which might actually heal. Are you retching yet? A possible alternative to the burning and scraping (which, as I understand it, is amazingly painful) would be to dump live, sterile maggots into the wound, cover it up, leave it for a few days and remove the maggots. They're supposed to eat ONLY the dead cells with the kind of precision that surgical instruments can't match, and with little to no pain. Dude. It all depends on what level of horrible you want to undergo.)
So anyway. It's getting late, the conversation is drifting towards repulsive topics, and I'm going to bed.
He has now officially learned how to get started and keep going on a jungle gym swingset All By Himself. This is tremendous news, and is touted with much pride and enthusiasm from a certain short redhead. He also wanted to know when the heck we were going to go to Six Flags this year. ?!?! Um...not likely, since you guys are still a tad small, and tickets are outrageously expensive. (I think he keeps seeing all the ads on TV.)
I kicked Doug out of bed early ("early" being 9:15 a.m.) and got everyone down to the AMC Theater to see Surf's Up at the first showing of the day. (First shows tickets are $4 each) And a note to those with kids: movie theaters seem to be featuring a variety of ways to see free movies this summer. AMC Summer Movie Camp has free movies at 10 a.m. every Wednesday, and Wehrenberg Summer Series runs a set of six movies for $9.00 (covers all six) on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. (Hmm, I see some movies in our future!) David and Lauren both enjoyed the movie; it's an animation mockumentary about a penguin living in Shiverpool, Antarctica (ha!) who dreams of being a surfer, who eventually makes it to the ultimate surfing contest held at Pen Gu Island. My favorite scene was Geek teaching Cody how to make a surfboard...I chortled about that all through lunch. "That must be so...universal...between--"
"Fathers and sons, yes," said Doug. "If that wasn't like my dad..."
Well, yeah, but let's not forget that Doug does the exact same thing. HA!!
Doug mowed the lawn when we got back (nope, it STILL hadn't been done!) while I moved all the stuff off the lawn, clipped all the long grass/uber weeds around the jungle gym (where the mower can't reach), weeded the front garden, and cut down the tree (again!) which is insisting on trying to grow out from under our porch. Sigh. I also filled a couple of planters yesterday with some salvia and petunias. We'll see if they survive. (If I put things in dirt, they die.)
We had bribed the kids to agree to come home with the idea that they might be able to put on swimsuits and run through the sprinkler, so I had to get that set up after Doug mowed the backyard. This is indescribably fun...I wish I owned a video camera, it would've made for a great clip. There was much shrieking and cringing and tests of bravery and daring. I came back to two soaking, giggling children. They were cold by this point, so I put them into a warm bath and started watering the rest of the lawn as long as I was at it. Not that we have much grass, mind you. It's mostly weeds and clover. Which actually suit the rabbits that live under our deck just fine. We have rabbits everywhere. (David got a good picture of one the other day. I'll have to post it.)
We went over to the neighbor's last week to finalize a time for everyone to go over to the Science Center Superheroes exhibit. David's counting down the days. We also got to talking so long that said neighbor forgot to take cookies out of the oven before they turned into smoking black bricks. Oops.
Speaking of oops, I burned the living hell out of my arm. I was putting bread in the oven and accidentally touched my arm to something. There was a "pop" and sizzle sound, and an actual little trail of smoke (holy crap!) and it looked like something had melted onto my arm...sort of like something had heated up and caramelized, and dripped onto my skin, so I rubbed it to get it off. It was my skin. It had been utterly vaporized, and there was a perfect little oval-shaped hole in my arm. I put ice on it and then slathered Lansinoh over the top, covered it with a square of waxed paper and wrapped it up in an ace bandage. It really didn't hurt much after that...maybe rated a 3 out of 10, with 1 being "what injury?" I tried to clean it and dress it again only once, but the experiment pulled up the nice new layer of skin I'd spent two days trying to regrow, so I covered it again and vowed to leave it alone. (I'll have to try maggot therapy if this doesn't work. Yes, it does exist, and yes, I'd probably try it. I have a friend going through cancer treatments whose post-op wounds aren't healing. She has to pack and unpack herself with gauze regularly, and when the wound doesn't heal pieces of the flesh start to die. To "cure" that, they're talking about burning and scraping out the wound in hopes of revealing fresh, live flesh, which might actually heal. Are you retching yet? A possible alternative to the burning and scraping (which, as I understand it, is amazingly painful) would be to dump live, sterile maggots into the wound, cover it up, leave it for a few days and remove the maggots. They're supposed to eat ONLY the dead cells with the kind of precision that surgical instruments can't match, and with little to no pain. Dude. It all depends on what level of horrible you want to undergo.)
So anyway. It's getting late, the conversation is drifting towards repulsive topics, and I'm going to bed.
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posted by Kelly at
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1 Comments:
Glad you all are having such summer fun!
Horrible about your arm, though.
As I understand it, maggots are a totally viable and excellent solution to remove dead tissue. Very highly recommended in spite of the "ick" factor. Having this done surgically and much less efficiently is a bigger "ick" factor, in my opinion.
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