We watched Babes In Toyland (1961) last night. The girls really enjoyed it. The dancing in particular. In fact, I think they both danced through every number. I mean, this is a pretty good example of our average night.
And no, I don’t know why Harper does that. But, she feels it’s her supreme dance move.
I’d say it looks great compared to what it was two weeks ago.
When we picked up the kids tonight, the folks there said Harper couldn’t come back without a doctor’s note because they think she has the pink eye.
“Did they tell you about Harper?”
“Um. No?”
“She can’t come back with out a doctor’s note.”
“Did she bite someone?”
“They think she has the pink eye.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry.”
“Well. Okay. What made you think that?”
“Eye boogers.”
“Eye boogers?”
“Eye boogers and pink eyes.”
“Did the nurse look at her?”
“We don’t have a nurse.”
“Okay. Well. I guess we’ll see.”
At any rate, Danielle took Harper to the doctor tonight to confirm she didn’t have pink eye while Claire and I stayed home and read comic books and watched Justice League.
Harper does not have pink eye. She has the same cold Danielle and I do. But, no pink eye.
There are two points here. First, the value of a professional opinion is a mixed bag depending on the vocation and the situation. Second, there is no point arguing with a differently fielded professional who has made up their mind.
My kids love me. They frequently demand hugs. They do so at the same time with some regularity. This makes me happy. Occasionally they do this at the top of the stairs with reckless, hurtling abandon. This makes me nervous. And, also, to wonder about their instinct for self preservation.
All of our brain cycles have been directed towards complications with Claire’s stitches and the next moves for addressing the cut that won’t quit. The stitches came out yesterday and the cut partially/totally? reopened in the process.
Today was spent trying to find someone medically qualified that cared to examine this development. So. You know. Frustrating.
At any rate. I’ve got some photo round ups to do for Halloween and Gatlinberg. I’ll get to them as soon as all the extra brain cycles aren’t being consumed with the afore mentioned development. Apologies for the delay.
We went to Ripley’s Aquarium yesterday. The kids had a pretty good time all around. They had a penguin exhibit with a tunnel through it for kids to crawl along and get a close up view. Claire took Harper through it and Harper decided halfway through to just park it. About ten minutes later, she decided on her own to make her way out.
The aquarium also had a walk through underneath their shark tank. Which was pretty cool. Surprisingly, the sharks freaked Claire out a bit. Harper pretty much said “Woooooow!” to everything.
All in, it was a pretty good time.
This was Casey’s idea when we discovered we did not have any decorated kids bandaids to replace the one from the hospital. Very smart.
Hubris finds us all. This place has an upstairs with a few of arcade games available. Claire and sundry children went upstairs to play and Claire hooked a toe in an area rug and face planted into the arcade chair. I was downstairs, then upstairs in about five steps. Yikes. Lots of blood. Face wounds. They bleed.
She split about a half inch worth of skin right by her right eye. It sounds bad, but she could have just as easily landed on the eye instead of by it. It was pretty apparent stitches were necessary. Brandon, dubbed B and re dubbed Bumble Bee on today’s adventure, drove while I navigated and Danielle held Claire.
We went to an urgent care center and they smartly referred us to the Knoxville Children’s Hospital. And away we went, thirty miles down the road. It went pretty well. They stitched Claire. Gave her some medicine to make her copacetic with having a wound by her eye stitched. Which basically left her acting stoned. So. Funny! HA. Ahh well.
Then we made our way back. Where she climbed in her tent and went to bed. So. We will see how she handles a six stitch face wound tonight and tomorrow. Let the adventure continue.
Harper’s still having a great time! And I had deer sausage for lunch. Sooo. Still winning!
We picked up a two person tent for Claire to camp out in while we were up here. I mean, all inside and stuff. Because bears. For thirty bucks, it appears to have been a quality and worthwhile investment. First thing she did today when she got up was start examining the packaging of the tent because that’s how excited she was. Boom. Father of the Moment Award to me.
Rode in a car for ten hours with a four year old and a one year old to get here. Will now spend four days in the mountains with like twenty five people. The kids are having fun though. Which is what makes this worth it.
The Dass Chronicle 