Funny, I totally lost track of this space for a few days. I’m getting to that place in life, it seems, where the pace with bigger kids is just amazing. Very fast. Orthodontist here, dermatologist there, a 12-year-old “well-baby” check-up and next thing you know a week has gone by and I haven’t even visited my own blog!
A few months ago I lost the code for my sitemeter information and I have no idea who is reading anymore. Which, I’ll be honest, isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I suppose I’m just writing for my own mental well-being, and when I’m not overly-motivated to get on here, there you go. I blink and time’s a passing.
Sorry no Ten Minute Tuesday; I’m just not organized enough as yet. Also, it came to my attention that my pal Lisa-Jo has something called “Five Minute Fridays” and I don’t want to be stealing other people’s genius.
A few random updates: I never did fill you in on the Case of the Swallowed Magnet Balls, which turned out to be a big deal. Thanks to alert reader Trish, I was clued in to some news articles concerning kids swallowing these balls and then ending up in the hospital. It was interesting to me that all the kids mentioned were in the nine- to ten-year set, just like our boy here. The story, as it turns out, is that our son had set the magnet balls on his tongue for just a split second and then we went over a bump in the van and down the balls slid to the back of Augie’s throat and off into the abyss where they remained for four days.
And then I joked about it and then I read about the situation. And then Paul took Augie to the emergency room (because I already had my own doctor’s appointment scheduled for that afternoon; Paul is amazing) and they spent four hours at the hospital. And then Paul sent me a text that said something like, “They found the magnet balls…he will be pooping them out shortly.”
So that was exciting.
Word to the wise: these magnet balls are a big stinking deal. Augie was lucky because when he accidentally swallowed his, they were all four stuck together. If swallowed separately, there is the risk of them “finding” each other on either side of an intestinal wall and causing a tear which can lead to putrefying infection. Seriously, not cool.
So that’s all for now. I’m a day late with a magazine article and my editor is HARD CORE so I’d better get my work done. I’m hoping we have a decent night tonight. We were all set to host a pot-luck dinner in our backyard tonight for our small prayer group and literally fifteen minutes before everyone was to arrive, Isabel puked (twice) and then had diarrhea. So I had to make the dreaded call to say “I’ll be happy to host, but maybe you don’t want that?” Germs are funny aren’t they? Because once I acknowledged that we had a sicky in the house, I didn’t feel like I could send the rest of our crew up the backyard to the new location. It was like we had all been tainted.
I’m just hoping that turns out to not be the case at all.