Sunday, September 30, 2012

One Time I Impaled my Hand on a Kitchen Knife.

Wow, it seems like it's been a while since I've written on this blog. I wonder why. Hmmmm. Oh yeah. It's because I stabbed a hole in my hand and I haven't been able to type.

Thursday morning, 6:30. Averi Kate is ready to eat. I bring her downstairs and feed her, then head to the kitchen to start breakfast and - most importantly - make my morning tea. I put Averi Kate in a basket because even though she is strong, she sometimes gets floppy and suddenly topples onto the floor and I didn't want her to hit the kitchen floor with her head first thing in the morning. I open the fridge and notice that the awesomeness that is "Oatmeal Chocolate Peanut Butter No Bake Bars" (thanks to pinterest and Michelle Pate) is sitting, uncovered, in a pyrex casserole dish on the bottom shelf.

Oh my, I think to myself, I meant to cover that last night before I went to bed. Now it's all hard and crusty. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to scrape it off the bottom. What can I use...Oh, look, there is a serrated kitchen knife lying on the counter. Why, I'll just use that.

I know.

So I grab the knife with my right hand, grab the dish with my left hand, and start scraping.

It is more stuck than I realized.

I really brace the back of the dish with my left hand, and really dig in hard with the right. I give it all I have.

And then the knife slips.

I knew I had cut myself. I dropped (read: pulled out) the knife and stuck my hand under the faucet, turned the water on, and then - only then - did I notice that my hand was bleeding not only from my palm, where I knew I had cut it, but also from the back of my hand.

And then I almost threw up.

But instead, I calmly called out, "Coach?"

And as I realized that he was still asleep upstairs and he is really hard to get up even when I'm standing right beside him and oh my goodness I just impaled my hand with a knife I might have gotten a little more panicky and though in my mind I was sure I was staying calm, I might have actually been screaming hysterically.

And then the Coach finally did stumble down the stairs, disoriented and certain that I had Averi Kate in the sink and something was terribly wrong with her.

No, AK is fine. She's in a basket. It's just my hand. I stabbed a knife through it.

Long story short(er), we went to the ER, had some xrays, got the wound cleaned and covered, and now 10 days later, I can finally move my fingers enough to type. It wasn't my best moment and not one that I would like to repeat. ever. But I am ever so grateful for several elements of this story...

1. I am so thankful that Spencer was at home when it happened. I don't know what I would have done if I had been home alone with the girls.

2. I'm glad that Spencer got fully dressed before we went to the hospital. It was debatable for a few minutes there, when he ran upstairs to put shorts on and instead came back down with 2 shirts on and still in his boxers.

3. I didn't get any bones, and as far as I know, no major nerves. I can't quite straighten out all my fingers yet, but I am seeing progress every day, so I'm pretty hopeful about the outcome.

4. I can't even begin to express how grateful I am for my mom, who came up that day to help me with the house and the girls. And for my sweet mother in law who helped as we stayed with her all that weekend.

5. I'm so glad that Claire's finger is ok. Because the whole time at the hospital, as I was bleeding out and sure that my hand was going to have to be amputated, Claire was very concerned about a hangnail on her left hand. Thank goodness that turned out ok.

Here are a few pics that Mrs. Kay snapped when we were there for the weekend...







 
Averi Kate's first ride on the 4-wheeler...

 


 And here are a couple that I found on Mrs. Kay's camera from a while ago, when in an extremely rare moment, Claire fell asleep in my arms...





Oh, also, we're moving. In a month.

Other than all that, not much is going on around here.






Monday, September 17, 2012

Little River


We had a fun family afternoon this weekend. We went to Little River Canyon in Alabama and explored. Claire was brave with her daddy by her side...


The shoes are coming off!


Claire: "These rocks are slippy!"




Getting ready to slide...



AK just doing her thing...







Then we found a trail nearby to hike a little. Here is Averi Kate, chewing on an apple core - one of her favorite teething treats...


Claire did great on the trail!



She found a berry.


She was SO excited.


We found a place to rest...




...and a fence to climb...


Oh, thank goodness. He finally let her get in the pack!


And here are a couple of videos from the afternoon...The first one is a classic example of Claire facing her fears because her daddy was with her...(spiritual application, anyone???)



Sunday, September 16, 2012

Creative Movement

Averi Kate loves music. I think the first time she crawls will be while she is listening to a song. She gets excited and often starts bouncing to the beat. And Claire...well...Claire...

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Thursday, September 13, 2012

Lazy Mornings

My favorite mornings are the ones when we don't have to be anywhere and we can just chill together at the house...






Oh, a couple of things I don't want to forget...

Averi Kate started using the /b/ sound a lot today. It's been so much fun, saying "babababa" back and forth with her. I love discovering new phonemes!!!

Claire always tells me to be careful when I go down the stairs, because "they're a little trippy." Also, when she falls down she will say, "Whoa, it's kind of slippy right there."

Reunion

 One of the highlights of last week for me was getting to see my precious friend Joanna. Robby and Joanna were dear friends of ours in seminary. We met them the first year we were there, bonded quickly over a dinner out at Golden Corral (where Spencer conveniently forgot his wallet and Robby had to pay) and a game of speed scrabble, and solidified our forever friendship one fateful evening which started with a mountain bike excursion for the boys and ended with Robby driving all four of us to the emergency room, Spencer getting 12 staples in his head, and the top corner of our toilet mysteriously missing. Robby and Joanna eventually moved right next door to us, and we were so blessed to call them some of our dearest friends. I will always miss those days of literally borrowing a cup of sugar from my neighbor.


Well, things have changed since our seminary days. Our friends have been in Richmond, VA, for a few years now, working with a church plant. They are both incredibly gifted and passionate about reaching out to others with the gospel and literally loving their neighbors as themselves. Trey, who was born while we were still in Wake Forest, is now a very grownup four year old, and Gracie, Claire, and Averi Kate have all been born since we moved away from one another. However, the bonds of our friendship don't fade with distance, because they are founded on our unchanging Savior. It was so much fun to watch our kids play as if they have known one another all their lives. Watch the progression of these pictures, as they go from almost normal to a little bit crazy...








Okay, things are getting a little out of hand. We love you so much, our dear Christmas friends!!!

Family Pictures

 We had a fun visit from Nan and Popple a couple of weekends ago. They were off gallavanting on their 34th anniversary trip and decided to swing by and see all the grandkids! Here are some of my favorite pictures from our time outside on a beautiful afternoon...

Sweet Justice...

Claire, whose passion for gathering rocks has never faded...



AK getting some girl time with Aunt Bonnie and Nan...


Popple being his silly, funny self...


Like father, like son...