Big kid swallows a penny and ends up in the ER.
Plum begins a week of rogue napping without asking or telling that she is going. This is due to the fact that she has been keeping her mama up all night for a week or so and it's beginning to make Plum very tired.
I once again lament the fact that whe live in the country where people like to shoot guns. Or set of M-80's in their houses. Because people out here don't seem to care about my exposed nerves.
Plum wanders onto the deck to chat with our landlord. She is in the buff. I run across the yard to help Mr. Pants who is hanging upside down from his swing set and screaming for assistance. On my return to the deck I watch in horror as Plum, still chatting with "Marcia", squats and poops right there on the deck. Right there on the deck. Right.There.On.The.Deck.
(I do not have a picture of this)
Plum and Pants are both sick. No Holiday celebrations for us. But there WAS a little indoor roller skating among the debris.
I asked for help. And people from all over the country helped me. Here is one of my favorite text exchanges from Friday. And obviously I still have a problem with overusing the exclamation point.
Back in the ER with Pants. This time we thought he broke his hand. Turns out though that when he fell not only did he sprain his thumb, he was also stung by some form of bee or bug. This kid.
Everything will be alright.*