::today::

Today a rather interesting and awful thing happened. It was a work day for me, so our cute babysitter Victoria was watching the boys for the afternoon. I was dropping by the bank on my way home when I got a call from Victoria--always a concern, especially since she usually texts me. A call is a little scary!
She sounded a little distressed when she told me that Max had put a ring of hers on his finger a bit ago and now it was seriously stuck. Oh dearie me. That Max. Always getting into scrapes. Anyway, I told her I'd be home shortly and that they should keep his finger in cold water and not tug at the ring too much.
This morning when she came in I had noticed on her hand a rather large and alarming ring that looked kind of like brass knuckles, only it was a cross. Pretty intense. I was hoping it wasn't THAT ring that he was stuck with.
When I got home there he was, with the cross ring as stuck as could be. We tried butter, oil, cold water, all of it and the thing wasn't budging. Kris is out of town today, so he couldn't help, but I figured it was probably time to get the ring cut off considering that Mr. Dorky's finger was getting fatter and redder by the minute.
Luckily, not only do I know somebody who's good at cutting things up, but I also employ several of them. We ran as quickly as we could back over to the office and barely made it just before Dr. Patterson was leaving for the day. He was kind and gracious enough to sit Max down and cut the dang ring off. Max was completely fine, not distressed at all the whole time until he got into the office and started to see people he knew. Then he started to get embarrassed. He didn't want anybody to see his hand, and when I tried to take a few documentary photos he almost ran out of the place.

NO!! NOOOO!! I don't want this posted on facebook!!!!!


Anyway, it took all of five minutes to get the thing cut off, and Dr Patterson was happy because he got to use a few tools that hadn't even left their original packaging yet (grown up tooth tools).
Max's finger was fine, none the worse for the wear, and the babystitter's ring was ruined, but she was just so happy to have Max's finger free that it didn't matter. The poor thing was feeling so bad about the whole situation; "I'll never wear a ring when I'm watching kids again!!!"

The end and goodnight--there's your laugh for the day.

::school decorations::

Max's class decorated the sidewalk and walls in front of the school today. I was very pleased to see this adorable guy as I walked in to pick Max up.

Max's little characters are the best. I love them so much.

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I was working the other day and looked up to see this rather touching scene playing out in front of me--Max using his new playing cards he'd gotten for his birthday to play something with Sandy. He had made up some sort of simple game that Sandy could follow, which I thought was really sweet, and they played for quite a while.

These guys really do play together so great sometimes. I love to see it, and it's so sweet to hear Sandy try to be like Max and to hear them interact.
Then there are the other times where Sandy smashes a lego creation, or whacks somebody on the head with a Jake & a Neverland Pirates sword. Or when they're having a dance party/wrestle fight and Sandy takes it too far and bites Max's shoulder blad hard enough to draw blood. Or when Max won't let Sandy in his room or Max takes something away...you know the drill. It's all the same old classic stuff.
But other times they'll play together for hours racing cars or making up play scenarios. They've even been known to play with legos together for extended periods of time. It's a blessing all around.

This day they had just realized that in their toy car stash there were matching parent and baby orange mazzaratis. That was awesome and they were very proud.

And I'm proud of them.

::bonked again::

The Sunday after Christmas we were all getting ready for church (and by that I mean that Kris and I were getting everybody ready for church). I was in the laundry room doing something important, and Sandy came running to me with his arms full of toys. He tripped and met up with the door jamb of the laundry room very solidly. It was sad times. Sad times indeed. Especially considering we were trying to leave the house five minutes later AND it was his first time going to primary.
He immediately grew this large and colorful unicorn horn.

And then we had to go to church. I had to explain his head to everybody of course.
It took forever to heal of course, and it didn't help that a few weeks later he was playing with Max and bonked the spot again--on the counter somehow, Max couldn't seem to give me details.
Just yesterday I was feeling his head and thinking the bump was finally going down and his head would finally go back to normal, and then today he ran smack into the wall--WITH HIS HEAD--in that same spot!
Is it somehow like when a person bites their cheek and it sticks out and so it gets bitten over and over again after that? Does this bump just stick out too far and it runs into things?
Who knows, but it was once again a sad day, and I was so bummed because I want that bump gone.


It really does look lots better than last time. I'm sure it'll heal eventually, poor little noggin!