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We had a scare last night....

The kids and I had just finished eating dinner. Pete was working on the deck (we're screening it in) and Sarah wanted to go outside. I took the Rooster to change his diaper and while I was cleaning up a bit in his room I thought I heard someone crying. I stopped what I was doing and listened. Yes, it was definitely someone crying... and it was getting louder.

Ack! It was Sarah!

It was that bloody murder type of crying, too. The kind that raises all the hairs on your neck and sends a rush of adrenaline racing to your heart.

I booked it downstairs with the Rooster in my arms and saw Pete carrying Sarah up the steps of the deck and brought her inside. She was holding the right side of her head sobbing hystericaly.

I began the interrogation and found out that Pete had just propped a 2x6 board up against a post so he could get the hammer. Sarah was walking along the path below when the board slipped and fell on her head! OMFG!

I felt the very large bump. This was not your typical goose egg of a bump - it was an ostrich egg. You cold feel the impression of the board in the bump (not her skull). My first thoughts were of a sub-dural hematoma and brain surgery. The ER!

Me: Oh my. We'll need to take her to the hospital.
Sarah: NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!

I called my mom who told me to go to where we would be seen the fastest. The Children's Hospital After Hours Clinic. I called, they asked several questions - no, she hadn't passed out, yes her pupils were fine, no vomiting - and told us to come on. Meanwhile, Sarah got some ice for her head and the Rooster started crying out of symphathy for his sister. Soon after, Sarah and Pete took off.

I called Pete about 20 minutes later to check on them:

Me: So how is she?
Pete: Well, she's running around the waiting room trying to get the other kids to play with her. (I could hear her in the background saying, "Look, Daddy! There's the McDonald's sign! Look!")
Me: You have got to be kidding.
Pete: Nope. I'd say she's fine.

Sure enough, the doctor gave her the all-clear and sent her home (appears she has my hard head, too). They administered some Motrin, she got a sucker and went to bed without a fuss. I checked on her a couple of times last night - she was fine. This morning she was very chipper and said "Don't touch my bump!" and "I'm never going outside again!"

I'll have to agree with her there. At least, not while there is construction happening.

It didn't freak me out until they left for the doctor, which is good. I don't know what she would have done if I had lost it in front of her. I'm just very glad that she is okay. And I never want to go through this again! Never say never, eh?

Oh look, more gray hairs.

4 year check up

Sarah had her 4-year check up this morning. Her worst fear - shots, naturally. I knew from reading Lauren's blog that yes, there would be shots. I mumbled something like, "Maybe, I don't know," but she wasn't going for that. She just knew there would be shots.

There was much crying before, during and after the two shots, but she was a trooper nonetheless. She also got her finger pricked (she hates that, too), but she got 2 suckers for being so good. She weighs 34lbs. and is 38.5 inches tall. Dr. Levin said she's perfect and super cute (yeah, like I didn't know that, heh).

While waiting in the, err, waiting room, I picked up this hilarious sample:



Can't you just hear that marketing meeting? Hmm, so what can we call this new diaper rash cream? How about Butt Paste? Sounds good! Let's go with it! ;)

Ectoplasm

Sarah refuses to be in the bathroom at home by herself. Wait, let me rephrase that. She refuses to be in a bathroom with a bathtub by herself. I have discovered why.

Now this began just recently, in the past year or so, because she used to trot off by herself as long as you turned the light on for her. However, now she pitches a fit if you leave her alone for one second.

Here's the scenario yesterday: We were in my bathroom and I needed to see what the Rooster was getting into, but she started fussing while I simply stuck my head out the door:

Sarah: Mommy! Don't leave!
Me: I'm not leaving. I'm right here.
Sarah: I don't want to be here alone!
Me: Why? There's nothing to be scared of.
Sarah: Something might get me.
Me: What?
Sarah: That arm that came out of the bathtub to get the baby.
Me: The what?
Sarah: It came to get the baby.

I thought for a moment and then it hit me.

Me: Do you mean the pink stuff that came out of the bathtub faucet and tried to get the baby? From Ghostbusters?
Sarah: Yes!

Oy vey! It's been well over a year since she saw that one scene - a year! One scene! Mind like a steel trap, I tell ya!

I tried to reassure her that it was only pretend and nothing could possibly get her. Of course, she didn't believe me. She doesn't believe me when I tell her that aliens will not abduct her or the Rooster, either. :-/

Well, I guess I can't talk - I saw Jaws when I was 5 and didn't want to go to the bathroom alone after that. I thought he would come up out of the toilet and get me no matter how many times I was told he wouldn't.

Hmmm, I wonder if I got someone else to tell her that the ectoplasm won't get her, she might believe them - happens all the time anyway. I'll tell her something and she'll pooh pooh it; but if she talks to someone she just met and they say the same exact thing - voila! It mus be true! Frustrating!

Until then, we'll continue the bathroom trips together.

New pictures!

Here are some new pictures - hooray!

Shoe shopping!

We went shoe shopping Saturday. It was about time, too. She's been squeeeeeezing into her old shoes now for a while. Yep, I've been a slacker in the shoe department. On the way to the store I asked her:

Me: What kind of shoes do you want?
Sarah: I want red ones and pink ones and blue ones and green ones and some "clocks."
Me: Clocks?
Sarah: Yes, Mommy. Clocks like Jesse has. Hers have diamonds on them.
Me: Sparkly diamonds?
Sarah: Noooo. Diamonds on the toe.
Me: Oh. Oh! You mean CLOGS.
Sarah: No, CLOCKS. They're CLOCKS.
Me: Yeah, whatever.

Anyway, the "clocks" are actually "Crocks," a clog that's made out of some kind of foam. They feel almost like taffy, it's strange. They are light-weight, flexible and comfy. They are all the rage - just about every kid in her school has a pair. And they're pretty pricy. They didn't have them at Rack Room Shoes so we went next door to Academy Sports. Ouch! They better last a while!

She got 3 more pairs at Rack Room - white "cleeky" shoes (dress shoes w/hard soles), flip flops and some sandals. We retired the pink "cleeky" shoes and the red "cleeky" shoes (the pink and red "Dorothy shoes") because they were way too small. I warned her that I was getting rid of them, "Okay, Mommy." Let's hope she doesn't have a meltdown about them later.