It wasn't until a few months after I took the picture of Andrew that I realized we had similar poses in the same outfit, and now of course it's taken me over a year to get it posted! Let's see, Elizabeth was about 18.5 months old in her picture, and Andrew was 14 months old for his. I know it's pretty obvious, but I'm surprised by how much they look alike, and also by how much older Andrew looks than Elizabeth, when she was quite older. The lack of hair really persisted for a while.
There was a point on Sunday when I thought, I have to write a blog post, because we are really having a pretty perfect day. But when the day ends at the ER, well, it's clear you shouldn't count any proverbial good days until all eyes are firmly shut in blissful slumber, now should you?
So, let's recap the good parts - brunch at Louisiana Kitchen with our now West Coast friend, Murph. Delish, as always, even though small children don't eat brunch. They eat breakfast, then they eat lunch, so why are we expecting them to sit quietly and eat again at the weird hour of 11 am? Elizabeth ate nothing but colored, whereas Andrew just attempted to reasonably quietly wreak havoc. Then we went home and attempted to put Andrew down for a nap. Which he refused. In no uncertain terms.
Hmm, you must be thinking, this doesn't exactly sound like a great day. But then we went to DAR Constitution Hall, for the US Air Force Band's free concert series, with special guests from So You Think You Can Dance and Dancing With the Stars. Awesome! But also kinda weird - nothing like seeing a woman in full dress blues belting out Katy Perry's Firework and Miley Cyrus's Party in the USA, followed by another woman knock Lionel Ritchie's All Night Long, followed by another guy in dress blues belt the hell out of a number of songs. And then the band took backstage and the dancers performed - Benjie, Sabra, and someone else from SYTYCD were great. E&A were spellbound. But then A's mesmerized look faded into a thousand-mile stare before he nodded into a nap (with pounding pop/rock music and a couple of thousand cheering fans as his white noise background, apparently). It was a lot of fun. (We went last year when the featured guest was Melinda Doolittle, a past American Idol contestant. In two weeks, there's another concert featuring country/rock group Lonestar, which we will skip.) But really, a holdiay weekend, a fun concert, all for free? It doesn't get much better.
To cap off the night we walked to dinner in the neighborhood with friends. After dinner, just as it was beginning to spit rain/sleet, we let the 5 kids play around the planting beds outside the restaurant, running around and around on the ledge. And just as we turned to leave, 4 of the kids came running back to us, but Elizabeth popped up from the other side with a loud cry and blood running down her face. Rich ran and grabbed her, the other mom and I grabbed for the baby wipes, and the other dad corralled the 4 kids. I wiped off most of the blood and we saw the gash on her forehead. Other mom immediately said, you need to go to the hospital, that's too deep, and probably needs stitches. So we made a plan, after we scouted the area and decided (the giant blood drops were a clue) Elizabeth had hit her head on one of the small uplights focused on the trees - raised, rounded lights, with curved edges but not sharp edges. Other family went home and looked up the hours of the local emergent care center. Rich put E in A's stroller and set off at a high speed for home and the car to take E, and I trailed after with a slower, now-walking A. By the time I got home, other family let me know the center was closed, so Rich would have to go to a hospital, so I called and let him know, then tried to focus on getting Andrew in bed. He was a little befuddled: where dit-da [sister]? Where Daddy? But he cooperated nicely and then I just had to wait.
Two hours later, E came bursting home. Turns out the ER was "awesome" but a little boring. When they walked in they were processed in right away and the triage nurse said, good thing you came in, that's going to need some attention. After processing and triage, they had to wait about an hour in the back before being seen. The cleaning of the wound was the only stressful part, and the doctor decided it was small enough it could be closed with glue, no stitches needed, though there will probably be a scar. Elizabeth was particularly impressed with the stacks of "folded napkins" (gauze bandages) and liked having one taped to her head.
Yesterday, we took off the gauze. Of course the tape was stuck to a little bit of hair, and of course the gauze was stuck in the dermabond. I was able to get the tape unstuck, but Elizabeth was squirming too much for me to get at the gauze. She told us she wanted to look at it and walked by herself into the hall to stand at the mirror, and came back a minute later and told us she pulled the gauze off herself. That's my girl. It's less than an inch long, really. The glue didn't really close it up, so I think there will be a scar, but in a few days, when the glue rubs off, we'll start applying Vitamin E oil.
For our first ER experience, it wasn't all that bad. I can hope it's our last ER experience, I don't know if we'll be that lucky!
I looked in the drawer of our coffee table last night (usually a big mistake - I try never to look in there as it's crammed with STUFF) and found a small stack of pictures we had printed out on plain paper, I think to make a collage for a school project on family. It's so easy to forget how small they were, or how curly E's hair was, or how chubby A was, and I'm thankful for the blog to remember small moments and stories, since I'm not one to do an elaborate baby book or scrap book. I love that digital cameras have made it easy to capture moments, but the flip side is those pictures never make it off the computer into any concrete form. The picture of E sleeping yesterday? Those are small little photo albums scattered around her, pink and labeled 0-3, 3-6, 6-9, and 9-12, are to capture the best pics from the first year of life. And they are blank. Empty. Not a picture in them. Hmm, perhaps this is a post more worthy of AwwwClutter, but seeing this picture made me feel a little nostalgic, which helped me fit into the theme of this month's book club book. It might be time to figure out the best (cheapest and best quality) way to print out some photos and load up some photo books (um, since there are over 10,000 pictures on my computer!). AND, I have got to call the picture studio since we haven't had Andrew's two year pictures taken yet.
The From Left to Write Book Club consists of over 100 bloggers who read books and then write posts inspired by the book (not a review of the book). This month's post was inspired by Exploiting my Baby, by Teresa Strasser. I'm still struggling with writing a post "inspired" by the book, so I'll say this was loosely inspired, and I enjoyed the book. If I was pregnant, I'd have enjoyed it more, but with two small children, I really, really liked the later chapters of the birth and first month after. As a member of the book club, I was given a free copy of the book, which I will be passing along to someone else (want it? just ask).
I have a lot of photos on my computer that haven't made it on the blog, so here's a catch up from December - every year the Botanical Gardens decorates in a grand fashion for the holidays, and even better, dedicates an entire room to trains. We always try to go right around Christmas, which is when the entire rest of the city tries to go, too. But it's still a fun outing. I love the Gardens - and in my humble opinion, they are missing out on a gold mine. It is a peaceful, lovely place, but it's sort of isolated, which makes it is a destination spot, not exactly a stop in on your way to someplace else spot. If they put in a cafe - holy smokes, what a money maker. Especially if it had wifi. What a great spot to go hang out it would be, like the Sculpture Garden or the courtyard of the American Art Museum. But just my opinion.
Anyway, even though it was a few days before Christmas, I was still harboring the delusion that we might actually send holiday cards this year. Hence the posing. But somehow they both look a little unbalanced, no? Andrew still does his weird head tilt cheese pose, and Elizabeth was in a manic mood. That's right, I'm blaming my inability to send holiday cards on my kid's refusal to look cute!