Saw the pediatrician on Friday to check the Howler's ear.
The ear is still attached.
And it's healing well. She was disappointed that she did have to miss the soccer game on Saturday, and she wasn't happy about the shower news: no shower until Monday. (They also changed her preventative asthma meds, and hopefully, there will be no more coughing from taking it. They switched her to a non-steriodal that is actually better for her kind of asthma.)
But it's not infected (as I feared) and it's not as gross looking as it was.
There is a scab inside her ear, where it apparently was cut (or burst open) when she whacked it in the first place.
Tonight, she said it itches "inside." I had to get a Qtip and "scratch it" for her. It was gross what came out of her ear! Dried blood, damp from the bath. Ewwww.
She's fairly happy, though, because it's healing, and she has one. more. day. until she can shower.
Today, she also played in the leaves (having first helped rake them) at Auntie Em's. And she and her beloved Missy, of the Wolf Clan, got to play together practically all day.
They're writing a story. The Howler is "author girl" and Missy is "illustrator girl." It's the cutest thing to hear her talking about this story they're writing, and how it's really a play and they're going to act it out.
She literally shared her supper with Missy, and then they danced to "The Farmer in the Dell" and "Skip to My Lou" turned up to eleven. Then Dude Sr called and they went to the Wolf Den for toasted marshmallows. How cool is that?
She's about the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful!
Yes, it's blonde, with purple *hi lites*, and it sparkles.
Oooo.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Delayed Picturification
I know I promised to post pics of the newly Hannahfied Howler, but life intervened.
Last night, right before bathtime, she spun, fell and whacked her ear. Said ear was bleeding profusely and a trip to the ER was warranted.
She was, of course, panicked at the thought of stitches, but in all honesty, the idea of the ER itself freaked her out a little bit, too.
As she so happily informs everyone who calls today to ask, "no stitches," but she did get glued.
I was proud of how well she held still, even though the sterile water was cold, and the glue burned. The worst part was where her Mumpledom showed and the one tech was, for about 10 seconds, glued TO her.
Of course, after we were home, she also quickly figured out how to milk the situation for as much ice cream, and gentle care as she could.
So, first, I present pictures of her gashed ear from last night:
And from today:
Last night, right before bathtime, she spun, fell and whacked her ear. Said ear was bleeding profusely and a trip to the ER was warranted.
She was, of course, panicked at the thought of stitches, but in all honesty, the idea of the ER itself freaked her out a little bit, too.
As she so happily informs everyone who calls today to ask, "no stitches," but she did get glued.
I was proud of how well she held still, even though the sterile water was cold, and the glue burned. The worst part was where her Mumpledom showed and the one tech was, for about 10 seconds, glued TO her.
Of course, after we were home, she also quickly figured out how to milk the situation for as much ice cream, and gentle care as she could.
So, first, I present pictures of her gashed ear from last night:
And from today:
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Hair Today...Hannah Tomorrow
So, we had to get some crap to continue to survive in our house today. And the Howler went with us. We managed to avoid the dreaded toy department, but we did have to buy her some new clothes.
Let me explain. We don't do "traditional" back-to-school clothes shopping. Mostly because the Spawn have managed to have PLENTY of clothing that fits, and is okay to wear in public when that time rolls 'round. And I'm too cheap to buy them a bunch of crap they don't need, just because they will begin spending time NOT annoying the crap out of me. I go through their dresser drawers and closet, decide what fits, and is unfit, then buy them enough to get them through until the cooler weather sets in, and I'm forced, again in so short a time, go through their clothes again and make those same decisions.
And we've hit that time again. So, today, while out-and-about, I made some selections from the girls' department. And the Howler was pleased.
Until she noticed that the cheap-o rack that held hair clips (which she is once again refusing to allow me to administer) and tights also held the dreaded Hannah Montana WIG. Not a hair piece. A WIG.
And the one she so desperately needed was the one with a "sequin headband."
It was $5.00.
And it now lives with us.
I am outspoken against things that hoochie-up little girls, and quite honestly, I wonder at my own sanity for agreeing to purchase this thing, but she wanted it, it's a dress up accessory, much the way my shoes and hair clips are, and it was cheap.
I also bought her two pairs of "animal print" leggings. She liked them; she is a wild animal; and she needed a few pairs.
Pictures of the Howler-as-Hannah to be posted tommorow.
Let me explain. We don't do "traditional" back-to-school clothes shopping. Mostly because the Spawn have managed to have PLENTY of clothing that fits, and is okay to wear in public when that time rolls 'round. And I'm too cheap to buy them a bunch of crap they don't need, just because they will begin spending time NOT annoying the crap out of me. I go through their dresser drawers and closet, decide what fits, and is unfit, then buy them enough to get them through until the cooler weather sets in, and I'm forced, again in so short a time, go through their clothes again and make those same decisions.
And we've hit that time again. So, today, while out-and-about, I made some selections from the girls' department. And the Howler was pleased.
Until she noticed that the cheap-o rack that held hair clips (which she is once again refusing to allow me to administer) and tights also held the dreaded Hannah Montana WIG. Not a hair piece. A WIG.
And the one she so desperately needed was the one with a "sequin headband."
It was $5.00.
And it now lives with us.
I am outspoken against things that hoochie-up little girls, and quite honestly, I wonder at my own sanity for agreeing to purchase this thing, but she wanted it, it's a dress up accessory, much the way my shoes and hair clips are, and it was cheap.
I also bought her two pairs of "animal print" leggings. She liked them; she is a wild animal; and she needed a few pairs.
Pictures of the Howler-as-Hannah to be posted tommorow.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Ahhh, Yes!
So, I had to be out the door for a test this morning, and my brother, "Unkajooz," kindly agreed to come over and haul the Howler to school.
I had everything ready for him, including forcing her to brush her hair (you know how cruel I am to her). She was eating breakfast, and I repeatedly said to her, "Don't give Unkajooz any crap. Just be good."
Apparently, she was very well behaved. No problems.
This one thing got him, though: When she was done eating her breakfast, she placed her spoon (but not the bowl) in the dishwasher. He asked, "Is that dishwasher safe?"
Her answer?
Wait for it.
"Yeah. I think it's pretty safe in there."
I had everything ready for him, including forcing her to brush her hair (you know how cruel I am to her). She was eating breakfast, and I repeatedly said to her, "Don't give Unkajooz any crap. Just be good."
Apparently, she was very well behaved. No problems.
This one thing got him, though: When she was done eating her breakfast, she placed her spoon (but not the bowl) in the dishwasher. He asked, "Is that dishwasher safe?"
Her answer?
Wait for it.
"Yeah. I think it's pretty safe in there."
Field Trippin'
I've been told that the Howler's class will be taking a field trip to a farm w/market this week.
Said farm is, literally spitting distance from my Aunt's house. (Actually, the farm & market are at the bottom of the big hill; my aunt lives at the top.)
The other night, the phone rang. The Howler scurried to answer it. It was my (our?) aunt. The Howler launches into playing 20 questions--all about said farm and my aunt's knowledge of it.
Then the Howler says, "Well, my class is going there on a field trip next week. Do you know what a field trip is? We're going to be AT the farm. I've already asked my teacher if we can all walk up to your house to say 'hell0' when we're done at the farm. Will you be home?"
The image of 60 rambunctious first graders gathered around my aunt's door, shouting, "Hi!" just cracks me up.
And, the Howler is about the sweetest thing for thinking that her entire class should be friendly to her aunt. One more reason my Girl is fan-flippin'-tastic.
Said farm is, literally spitting distance from my Aunt's house. (Actually, the farm & market are at the bottom of the big hill; my aunt lives at the top.)
The other night, the phone rang. The Howler scurried to answer it. It was my (our?) aunt. The Howler launches into playing 20 questions--all about said farm and my aunt's knowledge of it.
Then the Howler says, "Well, my class is going there on a field trip next week. Do you know what a field trip is? We're going to be AT the farm. I've already asked my teacher if we can all walk up to your house to say 'hell0' when we're done at the farm. Will you be home?"
The image of 60 rambunctious first graders gathered around my aunt's door, shouting, "Hi!" just cracks me up.
And, the Howler is about the sweetest thing for thinking that her entire class should be friendly to her aunt. One more reason my Girl is fan-flippin'-tastic.
OPD part 2
Have I mentioned how much my Sweetie does. NOT. like. dogs? No?
Well, we have now managed to be in some sense, part owner of Gracie. She's a beagle/barrel mix. She comes to visit us whenever she's
A) out
B) bored
C) needing a new place to poop
D) romping through OP garbage (which was, btw, set out 48 hours earlier than the company's scheduled pickup)
Of course, NONE of this makes my Sweetie happy. He complains, even when he doesn't have to pick up said poop or garbage.
I am beginning to think that if Gracie could reach the door bell and speak, though, she'd be standing on my porch, nose pressed to glass, saying, "Can the Howler come out to play?"
Well, we have now managed to be in some sense, part owner of Gracie. She's a beagle/barrel mix. She comes to visit us whenever she's
A) out
B) bored
C) needing a new place to poop
D) romping through OP garbage (which was, btw, set out 48 hours earlier than the company's scheduled pickup)
Of course, NONE of this makes my Sweetie happy. He complains, even when he doesn't have to pick up said poop or garbage.
I am beginning to think that if Gracie could reach the door bell and speak, though, she'd be standing on my porch, nose pressed to glass, saying, "Can the Howler come out to play?"
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Open House
Tonight was the rescheduled Open House.
It wasn't so bad--I mean, parking was Hell, but when isn't it?
Seriously, I insist that we get there as early as possible--which for us is about 6:06 pm (it usually runs from 6-8pm.)
Last year, I was astounded by the PTA Membership Committee's representatives--they ignored EVERY ONE except each other. They didn't even turn and look at anyone who approached their table. They had NO information to share, except with each other, and basically, I threw my check and paper with our names and contact information on the table, sighed heavily and beat my retreat.
This year, they had the Chairperson AND the Treasurer sitting at the table, chatting and being friendly with ALL comers. It was absolutely amazing to me--apparently, they HAVE heard what I've been saying. Go figure. They even talked TO me when I went up. HAH!
I ran into one of the two people who did speak to me during my invisible phase and I told her they spoke to me--where even friendly--when I paid my dues. She laughed, and I said that they've apparently gotten my message. She said she hadn't noticed a change--yet--but expected to. LOL.
I use my powers for good, not evil.
Anyway, Miss Howler is doing well--she's quiet and well behaved. You know, not anything at all like the demon seed we live with. She reads, she co operates...I assume that this will now change (she heard Mrs. N say this.)
I talked with Mrs N about the J, the Priss. They don't have contact, really, except for what they call "Flexible Groups" and the *free* time throughout the day--before and after school, lunchtime, recess if both classes are there at the same time.
She was unaware of anything, and asked what I wanted to have happen. I told her--I want my daughter to be given the information (and hopefully the encouragement to use it) to defend herself within the school's rules. I want the Priss to be given the information that what she's doing can be considered bullying, and it will be, if it continues.
My Howler is so spectacularly herself, I want to keep her that way. I want to give her the age-appropriate skills to be able to KEEP that in the future. And RIGHT NOW is when I start building that foundation. (Yes, this keeps me up some nights.) She needs to know that she does not have to be LESS in order to have friends--true friends may be few, but they are immensely more worth it than ANY ONE who would make her feel bad about herself just to make themselves feel better.
And no, it's not my mom's oversensitivity that tells me that Priss is bullying the Howler because the Howler is much more likable, easier to get along with--if you're 6, and friendlier. My Girl is Fan-Flipping-Tastic, and I'll be dammed if this little biotch takes that away from her. (I also don't want the Howler to EVER feel backed into a corner--she just may come out fighting, and God help those who backed her in there.)
I know what mistakes I made with the Toad--and I didn't always choose my battles wisely. I didn't do more when I should have, I didn't speak up sometimes....I will NOT make that mistake again. I will not.
And I will NOT have my beautiful girl damaged now by this kind of crap. I already know that she's in for a long hard haul--it's just the way the world is. I can't entirely change it, but I can work to equip my daughter with the tools and information she needs in order to thrive in it: and I'll do whatever I have to do in order to accomplish that.
And when I say "anything" I mean that quite literally.
Mrs N will begin with talking with Mrs W--Kindergarten teacher of both, my Howler and the Priss, to gather information. I also suggested that talking specifically with the girls to define what's happening AND to give them information about what they each need to do--in whatever format is considered best--I but I doubted that that a "class for everyone" about bullying will work. So, Mrs N will look into it, and move forward from there.
It wasn't so bad--I mean, parking was Hell, but when isn't it?
Seriously, I insist that we get there as early as possible--which for us is about 6:06 pm (it usually runs from 6-8pm.)
Last year, I was astounded by the PTA Membership Committee's representatives--they ignored EVERY ONE except each other. They didn't even turn and look at anyone who approached their table. They had NO information to share, except with each other, and basically, I threw my check and paper with our names and contact information on the table, sighed heavily and beat my retreat.
This year, they had the Chairperson AND the Treasurer sitting at the table, chatting and being friendly with ALL comers. It was absolutely amazing to me--apparently, they HAVE heard what I've been saying. Go figure. They even talked TO me when I went up. HAH!
I ran into one of the two people who did speak to me during my invisible phase and I told her they spoke to me--where even friendly--when I paid my dues. She laughed, and I said that they've apparently gotten my message. She said she hadn't noticed a change--yet--but expected to. LOL.
I use my powers for good, not evil.
Anyway, Miss Howler is doing well--she's quiet and well behaved. You know, not anything at all like the demon seed we live with. She reads, she co operates...I assume that this will now change (she heard Mrs. N say this.)
I talked with Mrs N about the J, the Priss. They don't have contact, really, except for what they call "Flexible Groups" and the *free* time throughout the day--before and after school, lunchtime, recess if both classes are there at the same time.
She was unaware of anything, and asked what I wanted to have happen. I told her--I want my daughter to be given the information (and hopefully the encouragement to use it) to defend herself within the school's rules. I want the Priss to be given the information that what she's doing can be considered bullying, and it will be, if it continues.
My Howler is so spectacularly herself, I want to keep her that way. I want to give her the age-appropriate skills to be able to KEEP that in the future. And RIGHT NOW is when I start building that foundation. (Yes, this keeps me up some nights.) She needs to know that she does not have to be LESS in order to have friends--true friends may be few, but they are immensely more worth it than ANY ONE who would make her feel bad about herself just to make themselves feel better.
And no, it's not my mom's oversensitivity that tells me that Priss is bullying the Howler because the Howler is much more likable, easier to get along with--if you're 6, and friendlier. My Girl is Fan-Flipping-Tastic, and I'll be dammed if this little biotch takes that away from her. (I also don't want the Howler to EVER feel backed into a corner--she just may come out fighting, and God help those who backed her in there.)
I know what mistakes I made with the Toad--and I didn't always choose my battles wisely. I didn't do more when I should have, I didn't speak up sometimes....I will NOT make that mistake again. I will not.
And I will NOT have my beautiful girl damaged now by this kind of crap. I already know that she's in for a long hard haul--it's just the way the world is. I can't entirely change it, but I can work to equip my daughter with the tools and information she needs in order to thrive in it: and I'll do whatever I have to do in order to accomplish that.
And when I say "anything" I mean that quite literally.
Mrs N will begin with talking with Mrs W--Kindergarten teacher of both, my Howler and the Priss, to gather information. I also suggested that talking specifically with the girls to define what's happening AND to give them information about what they each need to do--in whatever format is considered best--I but I doubted that that a "class for everyone" about bullying will work. So, Mrs N will look into it, and move forward from there.
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