Whoa. Where did January go, anyway?! Tomorrow is February! Clearly things around here have been a little crazy.
Ellie is now 14 weeks old and a terror of puppy proportions. She’s playful and cuddly and soft and wonderful. They boys love her, I love her, and she’s rapidly becoming one of the family. We’re still working on housebreaking and basic obedience but it’s coming along. She has a routine she likes with predicable periods of play and rest. She also loves to sneak upstairs and eel her way onto our bed so that she can greet Scot in the morning.
Jamie is going through another leap in his language development. He still can’t say ‘k’ or ‘g’ but he’s getting clearer with everything else and he’s starting to pick up ‘l’ (which is developmentally a bit early so…as always, this kid is backwards). But he’s starting to come out with adult phrases from a toddler mouth and it’s cracking me up. The other day he told me “My socks are ticking me off!”
Liam will be 8 in two more days and…wow. It’s shocking. I’ll write more about that later. However we did have an adventure with him this week. One morning, as he was getting out of the car to get on the bus, he slammed his thumb in the car door. He neglected to tell me he did it – didn’t even say “OUCH!” – but went straight to the nurse when he got to school. By which time he thumb looked like this:
After some craziness surrounding me grocery shopping and him needing to be picked up at school, I took him to Urgent Care. They declined to drain the hematoma under the nail – didn’t even HAVE the proper tool to do it with – took an xray, proclaimed it broken, and sent us home with a (too big) splint. As the day wore on the pain continued to get worse despite Motrin and eventually Liam was in tears so Scot took him to Children’s ER. They took more xrays and said “Yeah, this isn’t broken. He has a hematoma under the nail. Let’s drain that.” Then they whipped out the cautery tool, burned two holes in the nail, and let off the pressure. Also, no more splint. Liam felt much better by then. So, lesson learned: Urgent Care hasn’t a clue what to do with injuries and see what they want to see, don’t go there.
As for me, the month has been crazy with a period of feeling pretty down in the dumps in the middle. But I’m starting to feel better now and hoping that February is better.