I do not much wish to start off every blog post with a catalog of the injuries sustained since the last entry, but such is our time of life, apparently. Clementine had made this motley collection of dressed-up animals on the stairs. "Don't leave toys on the stairs," I said. "Someone might trip and fall," I said. Well…
…someone did. I heard the "thonk" of her head hitting the floor and knew it wasn't going to be good. Then I saw the blood all down the back of her dress and had to steel myself, as mothers do, for something quite bad indeed. It actually wasn't too bad, though. Clementine didn't even cry that much, but when I called the nurse just to see what she thought (the cut did keep bleeding for quite some time), she said, "Oh, better just bring her in." (Easy for her to say, not having to pay the $300 or whatever it always turns out to be…) But of course I didn't want to take risks with a head injury. So I took her in. The doctor, a practical and matter-of-fact man who knows us well, having treated our family since Malachi was a baby!, didn't make a fuss, but he said he thought a few staples wouldn't go amiss. They left some numbing gel on Clementine's head while she played cheerily with the finger puppets I keep in my purse for just such occasions. And then the doctor came in with what looked like just a regular staple gun and went ca-chunk, ca-chunk, ca-chunk, ca-chunk against her head, and that was that! All neat and taken care of!
Clementine was very interested in her staples and wanted me to take lots of pictures of them so she could see. They didn't bother her much. This was after we got home and gave her a bath to get all the blood off.
Once her hair was dry you could barely see them! They stayed in for about a week, and then we went back in and Dr. Duffy cut them out. Clementine didn't make a peep. All's well that ends well! Do you suppose she learned her lesson about toys on the stairs?
Some other happenings that are not injuries:
Bigs and then Littles, sleeping in the tent
We were studying Fireworks for Summer School, and one night we got out a bunch of different chemicals to make colored fire. (Sam did the honors since I'm scared to do things like that on my own.) It was really cool!
Malachi in his new suit
Goldie in a marigold crown
What it looks like the day I bring the library books home
More summer school, this time learning about building demolition (still part of the fireworks unit, but we were talking about other uses of explosives). I did our summer school units for mostly the younger kids, and they were so enthusiastic about everything, it was really fun. We studied Fireworks and also Natural Disasters, two surefire hits for this age. :)
Gus and Clementine made fireworks pictures with toilet paper tubes and paint…
…and Sam taught the older kids about color temperature and how to draw things that look hot. I loved the pictures they made!
Junie and Goldie and their friend Cora going to visit Daisy at work at Nielsen's Frozen Custard
Playground fun
Trying to reach the monkey bars (and not quite succeeding…luckily no staples necessary this time; she landed like a cat)
"Darth Gnomie," drawn for Clementine at church by Sam
Just a typical kitchen scene with little people hanging around while I cook…I love it.
A tic-tac-toe game Gus made with sticks and was very proud of
Clementine's latest iterations of gnomes have started to have eyes and mouths. The trouble is, you can't really tell which part is nose and which is smile and which is beard.
I had to ask her to clarify all the different parts, whereupon Sam made this disturbing realization of her vision:
And a pretty sky to cleanse your palate. Yay for summer!
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