You know it’s gonna be one of those days when you have to scrub blood out of the carpet before the breakfast dishes are even cleared.
Tiny Tart had quite the adventure this morning involving a pillow, a coffee table, and a giant fat lip. Everything was going great. We were reading stories, playing with animals, and eating soup (the imaginary kind). The next thing I know Tiny goes to hand me an egg (the crochet kind from here), slips on a pillow, hits her face on the table, and starts bleeding profusely!
I’m pretty laid back about injuries and sicknesses. I take the wait & see approach more often than not, but to see that much blood coming from such a tiny face, I panicked a bit. I tried to stop the bleeding, but come on, it’s a lip, on a toddler. How do you do that?? She isn’t gonna sit still for ice. Band-aides are out. I just kept dabbing it with a washcloth as much as she would let me, and watched as she drooled blood into the sink. This all happened in a matter of minutes, but by the time the bleeding had stopped I had a wash rag and a t-shirt both soaked in blood. There is also blood on her, me, the hall carpet, the bathroom mirror, the kitchen sink, and who knows where else along the way!
I called the pediatrician hot-line, but of course it was busy so I left a message. Ten minutes later my husband calls me to ask if I called the doctor. Huh? How did you know? “Oh, they just called me and left a message saying call back if you still need them.” “O…K…I’ll call you back when i’m done.”
Message to nurse #2 “I just called 10 min. ago and you called my husband instead. Please call 315-***-****. Not 215, but 315. Thanks.” (Philadelphia’a area code is 215, upstate New York is 315. Ant is from New York and hasn’t changed numbers so this is a common problem for us.)
By the time a nurse calls (15 min later) Tiny is perfectly fine and has forgotten that anything even happened. She is sitting in her high-chair munching contentedly on a cookie. After talking with the nurse and making sure that we don’t need stitches or a visit to the dentist, I call my husband back. “Everything is ok.” “Good, cuz they just called me again.” “What? Why?” “I don’t know, trying to reach you. I told them to call 315… but the girl told me the number she had was way off.” “???? Why do I even bother!”
|Hours after the swelling has gone down!|
Now Tiny and her fat lip are napping peacefully, so I can finally get back to what I had initially planned for today. I just have to figure out what that was…
Well, I didn’t post yesterday, but I did make a project. Crochet plums. But, when I finally got around to taking pictures, my plum was gone! I knew who the culprits were, but unfortunately they cannot speak, so I spent an hour looking under every table, chair, desk, bookcase, etc. with no luck. (The cats love these crochet toys as much as TT. I am constantly having to confiscate mushrooms and eggs!) I eventually gave up and went to bed. This morning Ant left me a note with my plum stating that he had found it in the bathtub, of all places.
Rnd 1 – Magic ring 6
Rnd 2 – Inc. around (12)
Rnd 3 – *Sc. 1, Inc.* around (18)
Rnd 4 – Sc. around
Rnd 5 – *Sc. 2, Inc.* around (24)
Rnd 6&7 -Sc. around
Rnd 8 – *Sc. 2, Dec.* around (18)
Rnd 9 -Sc. around
Rnd 10 – *Sc. 1, Dec.* around (12)
Rnd 11 -Sc. around Leaf –
Rnd 12 – Dec. around (6) Ch 7 -sl. st. – sc – hdc – dc – hdc -sl. st.
Since the purple was handy today, I also decided to whip up an eggplant. We aren’t big fans of them in this house, but there is no reason that Tiny shouldn’t be familiar with them. Maybe she’ll even like them in a few years.
|Pattern free from Lion Brand Yarn|
Alas, Ant has returned with a giant box of Brillo pads so I must go finish scrubbing the stove burners. Hopefully this is the answer, since nothing else is working. Until tomorrow…(a potentially quieter tomorrow!)
#23 – Crochet Plum
#24 – Crochet Eggplant