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This has been a hellish week.
Monday morning, Little Man plunged head-first down the stairs. I had to rush him to the Peds ER. It was so scary!
When I heard him hit the bottom, it sounded like something broke and a nasty thud-crunch.
I was right there and when I looked at him, he was just lying there with his eyes open.
He tried to get up, made a squawking sound and I grabbed him. While I picked him up, I was thinking "What the hell are you doing!? You know you aren't supposed to pick him up!!!"
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, but didn't close all the way. His body went rigid, with one arm shooting straight up and the other one curling toward his body.
I called to him while I held him. He was unconscious long enough for me to put him gently down and start calling 911.
Then he came out of it, and cried. I called his pediatrician (who told me what I already knew, take him to the ER), my husband and my insurance company.
Dropped Schmoopy at school. Kept L.M awake because his eyes were very sleepy looking and he was barely able to stay awake.
[I was told later that he could have slept. That before doctors stated a person with a concussion had to stay awake but that wasn't so anymore.
I look at it like this: Until I get someone who has a head trauma to the hospital or is taken carefully by EMT's, that person is gonna stay awake!]

At the triage, they made him a priority one and off we went into the Peds ER. Between them collaring him, the X-rays, a CAT scan, and everything else, it was determined that they wanted to observe him for 4 more hours. He watched TV and then slept.

I got him home in time to pick up the Schmoopy. I was cleaning out Anastasia's den outside (the poor girl couldn't hold it all day of course, poor baby, she had a bad day too.) when I saw a fox running through my yard about 3 feet from me. It was very pretty and sleek, but dirty.
Yesterday, I was told that there may be something wrong with his cervical spine (neck). He's going to his pediatrician today.
So, I'm nervous. I'm really hoping my baby boy is OK.
On a good note, he has seems to understand now that when I tell him to be careful or not to do something, it isn't to make him "miserable" it is because I don't want him hurt.
See, he told me that he fell because he stepped on his untied shoelace on the second from the top step (and the flight is 14 steps and very very steep). I didn't yell or anything. I asked him what he thought that meant. He told me that he thinks he's gonna tie his shoes and make sure that they're tied! I said GOOD IDEA!
So we came up with two family rules:
1. Always make sure your shoes are tied before going up and down the stairs.
2. Always walk carefully and use the handrail while going up and down the stairs.
Pretty good huh?

Little Man has an abrasion on his left shoulder and he says it hurts. I'm not sure about the C.S. condition. It can take a couple of days to a week before one feels pain after a trauma. That is why so many people walk away from a car accident, but then end up in traction with a neck brace a couple days later. The body is in such shock that the "juices start flowing" in overdrive to stop the pain from the trauma. That is good and bad at the same time. Oh well.

We'll see how it turns out.
holla@me posted by MobiusRazor at 11:42

Whew!
What a couple of weeks!
Little Man took his TaeKwonDo test and got his orange belt!!! No matter how many times I see him break a board with his feet, hands or elbows, I can't get over it. Schmoopy should take her test end of this month...hopefully. Maybe next month latest.

We just got a pretty German Shepherd-Dachshund-Husky mix. She's all black and looks a lot like a Shep. We've named her Anastasia...Stazzi for her nick. She's so sweet and smart. She's 7 weeks and we've begun training which she's doing very well.
Anastasia does NOT like to be alone!
She howls, barks, whines and begs; in the middle of the night and even if she is only a few feet on her leash. We've already started training (from the books I have, they say that 7 weeks is the perfect time, so thanks for getting' me over your house to get her!) and she's doing well. She's a smart girl. She hates her collar and can't stand her leash. But I've told her, she better get used to it! She's gonna be wearing them for a long time. She also doesn't much care to go potty outside. But she's got no option for that either! So many things for our new "stuppy" to learn. And she is so used to having things her stuppy way! Hahaha, but she is sooooo cute. Tigger and she get along very well. As long as she stays away from his food, doesn't go near his bones and stays out of his den! He's adjusting to the fact that he has to share the potty too. So lucky us!, we may have to re-train while we're training! Yea!
And NO!!!, she is NOT allowed on our beds; same as Tigger. Dogs look at that as being a dominant thing...not that I'm sharing our space with her but that she's ENTITLED to be on the bed...that puts her on the same heirarchy level as B-, me and the kids. That ain't happenin'. But she's very smart. And I know she'll fit in well with our family.

The band has broken through the Top 30 in PA (college) and had 237 plays last week! They'll be cuttin' the national album sooner than later. But I of course don't know when, I'm not in the band.

We got Little Man a drum kit for Christmas. Full-size; the shells are beautiful hardwood painted black. We're going to keep it a GIFT for Christmas. We really don't have a choice, if we give it to him early, he won't understand why he has no presents under the tree on Dec. 25. But it's hard! We want to see his face! Oh well, we have to be patient.
Schmoopy says she wants a microphone to be able to sing. So that is what we'll do. And thinking about a TV for her too.
They can both share their gifts.
Ok, my back hurts right now...I'm out.
holla@me posted by MobiusRazor at 09:59

Ok, a few people have sent me notes and shamed me enough to put SOMETHING here!

Having our own home is a full-time job. Home-schooling is a full-time job. Getting my youngest to school and picking her up afterward is a full-time job. Caring for all of our pets is a full-time job. Being married is a full-time job. Talking to friends and family and going to events is a full-time job. Trying to get better is a full-time job.
I have no time for myself. I know it is a common complaint, but it is very true. It's somewhat boring I'm sure, but when I finally do have time to myself, the last thing I want to do is sit down and surf. I want to read. I want to improve myself. I want to plan for tomorrow. I may even indulge and watch some tube.

I'm slowly improving. I've been baking! It is so much fun to knead dough and make bread! That has improved my thoracic area greatly.
I've made 2 sourdough starters and keep them active and ready to go. I've made several SD boules. I've also made sandwich breads too. Now, I'm not planning on making all the bread for the household, but I do want to make "fancy" dinner breads and such. As for the sourdough...it will take about 1-2 months before the dough acquires that really yummy sour taste! We're excited. It's the simple things that keep me (us) happy.
I've been mowing the lawn. I've done it 3 times, yesterday being the last of this year. The first time I did it, it took me 3-1/2 hours! I mean sure, we're on almost 1/2 acre of property, but that is a long time. And I was so sore and my back was killin' me. It took me about 2 days to recoup. I know the difference between muscle soreness and back pain too. There were both, but my back...ouch! It's been getting better. Still, I'm not 100% and I don't know if that will ever happen. My lower back is the pits! Sitting, standing, lying down...all hurt after a while. And my neck too. But it's better than where I was at in March.
Little Man just started his 2nd grade curriculum yesterday. It's great! He's very happy and excited about it. So am I; I love teaching him.
Schmoopy loves school! She's sounding out words and reading. It's great to see. It's not quite the phonetic way of learning, but kind of.
The band my dude's in is getting air play in most of the states and in Canada...63 radio stations! I'm stoked!
We're gonna get a puppy in a few weeks. A dachshund-husky-German Shepard mix! hahaha...my good friend, who we're getting the GIRL pup, says they are the cutest. It's not a Jack Russell, but honestly, I don't think a JR would like our ratties.

Which reminds me.
One of the males died about a month ago, to testicular cancer. One of the mothers, Cleo, died 2 weeks ago of heart failure. The kids were so sad. We all were sad...so very sad that our beloveds were gone. But we explained to the kids that we believe in reincarnation...that they will be "recycled" and come back but we wouldn't know them probably. They both felt that made more sense than what Mema has told them (the whole Mormon/Christianity-thing) and we all were comforted. To see both of the kids crying because of death was good to see. Sad but good.
It is a necessary part of life and we feel something that they shouldn't be shielded from. My mother said to me, you have all those rats. The kids are going to be hurt every time one dies. I told her that I didn't feel the way that she did. When one of our family members die, it makes me sad, but it doesn't make me not want anymore pets! I may not like death, but it is the equal opposite to life...which I do like. It is inevitable. Why be scared of it? If I truly believe in reincarnation, nirvana, an eternal after-life, death of my physical body shouldn't faze me.

I want to impart that onto my children. They may not grow up to believe what I do, and that is up to them, but at least they won't be scared of it. I think it's irresponsible to do so. They are such good kids. I knew I'd love them and wanted to take care of them, but it's great! I really love the people they are. And they seem to love me. With all our faults and flaws, we love each other. I think by letting the kids see that we aren't infallible, that we too have personal flaws as they do and we accept it and try to make it better, it will prepare them for when they get out in the world as adults and look to find someone they can love that will love them. I'm not all about that Zen la-la shit either. Don't let any motherfucker walk over you; but know that we aren't perfect and that no one is.

Ok, nothing very in-depth here and certainly not polished...but it's something.
Two months since I've put down my thoughts....I'm a little rusty! I need to cut myself some slack.
'It's gettin' better all the time...'
holla@me posted by MobiusRazor at 13:30