Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Moose on the Loose or: You Ain't from Around Here, are Ya?





Alright, I know we California's sometimes have a bad reputation for being, well, you know, Californian. I truly added to the stereotype while in Anchorage. On the main street going through town, a moose was grazing on the side of the road. He was practically in someone's backyard. He probably walked through that backyard to get to the delicious new grass and dandilions growing next to the sidewalk. I almost wrecked my sisters subaru because I was rubbernecking instead of driving. And the natives are obviously used to it as I was the only one squealing my brakes and doing an illegal u-turn to get a closer look. After I got out of the car with my camera other cars started slowing, too. But they were pointing at the dumb tourist taking pictures of the wildlife. Or taking bets on how dangerously close I will get before being rushed by the bull. Then again, I may have just figured how to use my California Zen to allow the animal to know I meant it no harm. But I doubt it-I was close enough that he could easily have smelled the moose meat bratwurst on my breath from lunch.

Puppies!





Puppies!! Puppies everywhere- Kay's lab, LC, had eight pups her first litter. They are seven weeks old in these pictures and were all picked up by their new 'owners' while I was at her house. These little chubby furballs are easy to love so I can see how Kay and Todd got quickly attached. They had a hard time letting them go and have them leave the farm. What's wrong with having nine dogs, anyhow?

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Napalm: AKA Flaming Marshmallows on a Stick





The boys had their first sleep over this weekend. We decided to make it a camping theme, and set up the tent and fire pit in the backyard. We bought stuff for s'mores and roasted hotdogs. All the fun of camping without the hassle!. Our friend's kids have never been camping before and their parent's were a bit apprehensive about them actually making it through the night outside. We figured we would probably be woken up at 2 am with someone crying to come inside or go home, so Allan slept in the tent with the boys while I slept on the couch in case one of the boys made it out of the tent before Allan woke up. We worried about the wrong things. While roasting marshmallows-let me rephrase-while setting marshmallows on fire- Jonah, age 3, kept waving around his marshmallow sparkler as the Milo boys were walking around the firepit. Ryan, the youngest, got hit. He didn't cry much, and when I brought him in to assess the damage and wash the site, I was horrified to see pink skin under his dark complection. His left forearm had a two inch burn. I washed it, tried to ice it through 5 yo screaming protests, then gave him the bandaide he asked for. I figured the burn was a deep 2nd degree. I called his parents but they didn't call back and he seemed okay. It looked okay the next morning too. I put triple antibiotic cream on it as well. He didn't appear to even notice it the next morning. I learned Monday morning when I called to check up on Ryan our friends took him the pediatrican and the burn is actually a third degree. And he needs dressing changes twice a day. And antibiotics. I feel so shitty about it!!! First, I feel bad that he got injured under our watch, and 2nd, feel stupid that I didn't realize it was a third degree burn. I am a nurse after all. I should KNOW these things. It doesn't matter that I don't work with kids or burns, I should still know this, shouldn't I?! Maybe I need my parent card AND my nursing license revoked.....
I am glad he will be okay, and relieved that our friends aren't upset (I think I would be) and have not banned the boys from our care. No more open flames should they be allowed to spend the night again!

Send in the Clowns





Dante has been happily practicing for St. Francis' annual spring variety show. It is his first, as last year we missed it because we were camping in Sequioa. He has been singing soulfully and practicing his dance moves for a month now. The kindergarteners were to wear clown costumes. We decided to make ours, and it turned out very cute! We did buy a pink clown wig-his choice. I glued pompoms to an old colorful shirt, bought some red suspenders, had him wear a pair of Daddy's shorts, some of my silly socks and his pink snow boots. I also did his face with face paint per his specifications. When we arrived for the show, all his classmates looked darling; all were decked out in various clown outfits. We couldn't even recognize some of them. The show was outside and the parents all brought camp chairs or blankets. It was catered by Pat and Oscar's with pizza and chicken. (If you wanted to pay for food.) We brought our own picnic and set up on the grass. Jonah wanted to be part of the action, too. Luckily I brought some of the clown makeup with me, in case I needed to do a touch up or two before Dante was to go 'on stage.' Jonah was happy with a ring around his eye and a heart on cheek. I dread the day he will come home with a ring in his nose and tattoo on his chest. Although since mommy has a tattoo, he probably won't want one-it will be too 'old school.' The production was great. The kindergarteners and their 8th grade buddies performed 3 songs. Dante was a ham. And what a DANCER! I had no idea he could put such great moves together. Most of the other kids were just bobbing up and down, Dante had some hip hop stuff going on I had no idea he could do. (He hasn't even watched Napoleon Dynamite, yet. Or MTV. ) It was great! Perhaps I have 'produced' my own little thespian! (Because we all know the DRAMA comes from my side of the family. Ha! Ha!)

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Legoland









Good night, Gym Boy





When Jonah knows he has gym class in the morning, he has a hard time sleeping at night. He is very proud that he gets to go to 'school' like his big brother. He wakes up at the crack of dawn and asks me every 5 minutes when it is time to go. He wakes up at 6 am, his class is at 10:30. It is easy to see why those mornings are quite annoying for me! (Especially after working until midnight the night before.) :) He loves his mornings going to class with his friend, Jared. They have a great time running all over the place- jumping, sliding and wacking each other with squishy toys. The last five minutes they get to play with the parachute and get stickers. He is very proud showing his big brother his stickers and stamped hand. Fun times!

Rat Pack




Jonah loves his new furry friends. He wants to hold the poor dears every waking moment. When I see the two furballs in their cage, paws on the glass and their beady eyes following me as i walk around the room, I imagine them pleading with me, 'Please! No more kids! We can't take anymore squeezing and kissing. We cannot tolerate being stuffed into pants pockets or shoes anymore!Please! No more half eaten taffy in our cage, no more gum shoved in our faces. We would much rather be harrassed by the dog and cat. We've had it!'