Sunday, May 25, 2008

2008 Mother of the Year Award

Please nominate me. Reasons below:

Here is a picture of Jake's arm. Yep, it's a tan-line of a Pirate's of the Caribbean tattoo. A few days after we got home from Korea, Jake begged me to put a tattoo on him that he had received at a birthday party. I'm not a fan of fake tattoo's. I don't want my kids thinking fake ones, or real ones, are "cool". But, I have literally been in a whirlwind since we have gotten back, trying to catch up, and so instead of a fight, I just put it on. Well, 3 weeks later, the dumb thing STILL hasn't washed off! I had these alcohol pads, and decided enough was enough. I took it off, only to find it had left a tan line in it's place. AUGHHHH!!! That's what I get, I guess.

If you're thinking that's not enough to nominate me, it gets better...

2 weeks ago today, before church, Kyle was in the backyard barefoot. I was up in my room getting ready, when I heard the "only mom's understand this is not a normal holler" yell. I yelled at Troy to go help Kyle. I had no clue what was wrong, the mommy instinct just told me it was bad. Well, Kyle came in the house, with a long stick that was stuck between his front two toes. We pulled the stick out, got some antiseptic, and cleaned and bandaged it. A few days later, Kyle had Cherice look at it. It had a little pus in it and Cherice opened it up, cleaned it out (she is a professional at this) and bandaged it again. Well, Kyle has been limping through WHOLE soccer games, and during his baseball games. On Friday, after school, he was screaming that he was in so much pain. Well, I have been listening to whining and complaining about the foot for almost 2 weeks now. If you know Kyle, you know he is a bit of a hypochondriac. So, I thought, I'm taking him to the urgent care. It's worth $15 for a doctor to tell him he's fine, and then he'll stop with the nonsense. I hauled him in, and the doctor decided to re-open the wound and see if there wasn't something still in there. Now, when Cherice and I had looked, we could see it was a pretty deep hole that the stick had left, but there was no trace of anything else in that hole. So, we went to the procedure room, where they numbed Kyle's toe. Boy, did that kid scream like a little girl. After it was numb, the doctor cut it open and proceeded to look in the wound. (Oh, we had a male nurse and a female doctor...Kyle was so confused. I had to tell him that there were male nurses and doctors, and that it didn't matter if you were a boy or a girl, but that you could do anything...) She couldn't see anything. She decided to flush the wound out a bit with water or something. As she did that, a little sliver of wood came out. OH. CRAP! He's been walking around for 2 weeks with that embedded in his foot. I'm feeling pretty crappy at this point. She decides to keep flushing, when this HUGE (for being a sliver embedded in the foot) sliver came out also. We were all FLOORED! These had been in his foot for ALMOST 2 WEEKS! The doctor kept flushing, just to make sure. That was it. Nothing more came out. They let us take the slivers home taped to a tongue depressor as a souvenir. Kyle loves showing it to everyone. He is especially excited to take it to school on Tuesday. Here is a picture. I put a dime in the photo, so you could gauge size. The large one isn't a thin sliver at all. It's pretty thick. Kyle will never go in the backyard barefoot again.

So, yep, don't just nominate me, hand over that award.

4 comments:

Kassey said...

Jen I love the tattoo story, I hate fake tats too! It was funny that he got a tan line. The whole story about the slivers gave me the willies. I hate open sores. Glad that his foot is okay!!

Unknown said...

Oh man! You totally need the Mother of the Year Award. That is awful. Just looking at the picture makes my toe hurt. I'm glad that he is doing better.

Beth said...

Oh-that picture of his foot hurts me! I may have to use this story for my open personal gain to convince my kids to wear their shoes in the backyard.

Erin Fonnesbeck said...

I don't think I know anyone else who has more injuries / illnesses than your kids. What next?