We had another snow day today so daddy took an extended lunch hour to help entertain children. After we had eaten, Noah and I were upstairs reading. Daddy was headed back to work and it was time for Abby's nap so she came running upstairs. I noticed a little something on her face and was afraid she was bleeding or had been scratched. When I asked her daddy about it, he said she'd been coloring. With ColorWonder. Do you know what that is? It is Crayola's genius idea to make special markers AND paper so they only work when you use them together. These things are perfect for little artists to use - in the car, at grandma's, in their Sunday finest. But something did not compute. Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that in the giant bag of ColorWonder markers, there was an impostor.
(Her hands were covered as well but it doesn't show up very well in the picture.) What is not apparent, however, was what daddy was doing while Abigail was doodling.
And in other Abby news... here is a story from December that I didn't get to share. Noah had a birthday party at Monkey Bizness and we all went. Abs was running around all crazy but not really doing any jumping so I encouraged her to actually get in to one of the jumpers. For some added fun, I thought I should get in there and help her learn how to jump. I thought we were having great fun holding hands and jumping but she almost immediately started crying as I have never seen her before. Oops. So I very carefully removed her from the jumper and we wondered around Monkey Bizness. Visions of her brand new Christmas dress having to be altered to show off her pretty bright pink cast dancing in my head. Her crying quieted off and on but her arm just hung limply and she refused to use it for anything. I even tried bribing her with candy and nothing. Because we all rode together, we called grandpa to come and get us. While waiting, we
visited with some of the other moms. When asked about her arm, she'd say, "Mommy. Hurt. Arm." Uh, ouch. Grandpa finally arrived and took us to the ER and we had the shortest visit of our short parenting lives. They called us back and I prayed they would not ask Abby what happened to her arm. They did, however, ask me if we had been holding hands while we jumped which I was fearful to answer. Turns out "Yes" was the correct answer. (Better than her falling on her arm herself, they explained. And I no longer worried that they were going to drag me off to jail. Fa-shew.) They called the doctor back for a case of "Nursemaid's Elbow". (I rested so much easier knowing this condition was common enough to have its own name.) Just out of joint, they hoped. They'd try snapping it back in and if that didn't work, we'd go to x-ray. It worked. And there has not been a single issue since then. Not even that night did she say anything more about it. They did warn, however, that once it happens it is likely to happen again. Not
something you want to hear about a child who LOVES to walk, hates to hold hands, and just drops herself to the ground when you make a choice she does not approve of. I am so paranoid about hurting her elbow that I just let go. We'll see how long it is before we break her other arm. NOT THAT WE ARE HOPING TO, believe me. "Mommy. Hurt. Arm." She hasn't said that again, but she does NOT want to go back to Monkey Bizness. Poor kid.
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