Titles, Labels and Links

I have decided it would take way too much brain function to come up with a pithy title to every post, so I am no longer putting any pressure on myself to do so. Besides, the point of this is to keep friends and family updated on our nitty gritty (heaven knows I can't spend a lot of time on the phone recounting the insanity of the day to multiple listeners), so I'm not going to attempt to be anything but informative. On that note, I WILL try to participate in "Not Me" Mondays (for all you others who have a cult-like obsession with MckMama), and I'll probably have a "TMI Tuesday" or a "Band-aid Roll Call Friday", because certainly I would have a lot to write about under those headings. I will also attempt to link to MckMama or the homemade deoderant chick if I feel so compelled. My HTML is rusty, so that may take a few days/weeks/months.

Today, I will simply recount the happenings of the past 24 hours.

The big boys had their 3rd day of VBS at Shepherd of the Hills Presbyterian. They love it, and it's much more low-key than the ones at Bethany and LakeHills. They loved those, too, but SHPC is much smaller and not so frenetic. Lisa Medlin continues to bring them home at noon (as she has with sports camp & other VBS), since Cole & Gray are supposedly sleeping at that time. Can you believe she does that? She's purposely signed her kids up for the same things as us so she can bring them home for me. Notice I don't say "carpool" with me. That would indicate that I reciprocate somehow. I don't. It's all her. Just like it was all her when she would sit in my car in the Bannockburn parking lot so I could take Luke into school alone without unloading the babies and the stroller. Slightly helpful, wouldn't you say? How do you repay that?

Anyway, the are enjoying VBS. We swam in the baby pools in the front yard yesterday, and all was well until I sent Reid next door to let the snails from Lovington, NM go in Grand Pink's yard. I went in the house to get Gray out of bed, and heard a blood curdling scream coming from Pink's. I could tell it was Luke, and I could tell it was his "I'm in pain" scream, so I ran outside. Apparently, something had bitten/stung him on his little toe. I grabbed him and put his foot in the pool, thinking the cold water would take the sting away, but he kept screaming. Barbara rushed over and took Gray (I think Cole had wandered into Pink's house sopping wet in a swim diaper) and I ran water over Luke's foot and tried to identify the point of impact on his toe. His whole foot looked like it was starting to swell, but we couldn't tell what it was. I finally made a "bath" of cold water, baking soda and some tree tea oil (I totally made that concoction up) and made him soak his foot for about 30 minutes. The perpetrator is still unknown, but I suspect a scorpion. And after soaking his foot, he was fit as a fiddle and didn't say anything about it for the rest of the night.

So that's the type of thing that I guess could be labeled under "Band-Aid Roll Call" (even though there wasn't an actual band-aid involved.) This next tidbit would certainly be classified as TMI, but if you're interested in all things boy, I guess keep reading.

All my boys at some point have had to go see Dr. Brown for adhesions. Look it up if you need to. So, last week at the lake I noticed Gray was looking a little "stuck together", in addition to having some redness in that area. The adhesion didn't surprise me, although I felt appropriately guilty, but the redness was concerning - not something I had seen on the others. I took him in this morning, and Dr Treybig (Dr. Brown in out until AUGUST - sheesh) pulled the adhesion apart. Yes, I feel bad, and yes, I will be more vigilant. But the redness was from a yeast infection! Who knew? She said it is just so stinkin' hot, and you get so sweaty, that it's really common this time of year. Staying clean is not as important as staying DRY. So, several times a day I get to apply some anti-yeast cream (from a sample tube - thank you pharmaceutical reps, whoever you are) and - are you ready?- use a BLOW DRYER on my baby's nooks and crannies. On the cool setting, I presume. Like I said, TMI, but FYI. You're welcome.

AND....finally....if I had not missed "Not Me Monday" this week, I'm sure it would have included something about dipping Cole's half-eaten mushy banana DIRECTLY into the jar of nutella. Numerous times. Isn't that like, quadruple dipping? What kind of sicko would do that? Not me.

And here's some photos from our visit with the Stovers. I hope they come back soon. We half-way started 163 different conversations, but never completed a single one, and all of a sudden it was almost 9pm. But Casey got to climb his first tree, Sidney spun on the tire swing, and Kellie shared one of her Hard Lemonades with me. And then I passed out without cleaning up the Taco Cabana trash. We are HIGH CLASS at Camp Hardin.