My poor little bubby.

First off, let me say this. I think I'm a pretty good parent. I try to keep an eye on my kids. I've never had to safety lock my cupboards (is that spelled right? It looks weird) They've never been burned by the stove, they don't color on walls (sometimes my kitchen table, yes) they are relatively well behaved in restaurants. I'd say I'm doing ok. These times are so different though. When I take my kids to the doctor for immunizations, I always worry they will have some sort of bruise from something, and someone will think I hurt my kids. During the summer, Koben always looks so banged up. He is so white, those little bruises on his shins just jump out. I don't know how he gets them. I bruise pretty easily, he must also. He's a little boy, I accept that he will get hurt, but people are so weird now. You feel like you can't grab their arms, or poke them in public without someone thinking you abuse your children.

When Chloe was almost three, she fell off a rolling office chair in Craigs office when she used to go to work with him. She was eating lunch, and put her feet on the edge of the desk and pushed, and slid off the chair and bumped herself on the little wheel platform on the chair. At the time we thought she was ok (it was a Friday) but by Sunday night, we knew she had kinda hurt something because she wasn't wanting to use her arm much. She wasn't really crying, so we thought maybe she had just sprained something. So Monday we take her to the Doctor and discover she had a broken collar bone, and since they don't sling it, or even do anything with it for children, we wouldn't have been really able to do anything anyway. But it was really nice to know what was wrong. It only took a couple weeks to really heal. She would only use it as much as was comfortable for her.

So last night, Koben and Chloe, and my sister-in-law Suzi's two kids were in our room watching t.v. I had been trying to keep all of them sitting on the bed and not jumping. Koben and Anjie were the only two having trouble keeping still. Well, they are three and four, what do I expect? I tried keeping Koben out of the room, but that was just no fun for anyone. So I let him back in, hoping his almost nine year old sister and seven year old cousin could keep an eye on him. I should have known better than that. It was too much to ask of them. We have a log canopy bed. It is massive. Basically it is a four poster bed that is framed in with log on the top, and the canopy consists of smaller logs that are placed along the top of the frame, like slats, but round. The logs are just slid into holes on either side of the frame, so you can take them out. What child would not think it is great fun to swing from those poles? Even I have thought that would be fabulous if I was twenty five years younger. So, I'm not sure (because no one in the room seemed to be able to see what happened) if Koben decided to swing off of one of the bigger logs that is on the frame (which he can't get his little hands around like the other logs) or if one of the logs slid out a bit, and he was trying to stick it back in, but either way, he sailed off of the bed while standing on it, which is already three or so feet off the ground, but all I heard was screaming. And it was the type of cry you knew really hurt, because he has fallen off that bed before, but never while standing. So Craig and I mentally drew straws, and he decided to take him to urgent care in Molalla to see if they were still open. Of course ge got there at 8:05 and they close at eight, so he tried the Woodburn one, which closes at six. I am sooooo sick of urgent care. What good is it if they are only open clinic hours? What is the point then? Ugh, don't get me started. Needless to say, Craig had to take him to Silverton hospital. So I finally finally finally got the other three to go to sleep, and I waited up for my two men. They came home right around midnight, and my little bubby was in a sling. He cracked his elbow. Basically he has a contusion (if I spelled that right) or quite a bruised elbow bone, and the doctor said it looks like their is something possibly fractured in the joint, but since he is so small, and a hairline fracture is so small, it was hard to tell, but that was what she was thinking. He looks awfully cute in a sling, but I really don't want people to think that we hurt our children. I try not to think that when I see really small kids in casts, so I hope no one thinks that of me, and I really hope my little man decides it's just not that fun to jump on the bed!

And to make things even more interesting this weekend. The kids spotted from Chloe's bedroom window our cat that we hadn't seen around lately laying in the grass (guess we should go out in the backyard more often) and needless to say, she had been there awhile. So my dear hubby got to take care of that chore, with all the children staring out the window fascinated. lol. Farm kids, they aren't afraid of anything. Made me think of the time one of our small calves apparantly died in the night, and no one told me about it, and I was walking out to the bus stop early in the morning, and it was very dark still (must have been winter) and I thought I saw something in the driveway, so I shined my little flashlight on it, and it was an eyeball. They had put the calf out in the driveway for the slaughter truck to pick it up in the morning, but since I used to get up and get ready and leave the house before my parents got out of bed, no one thought it necessary to share that piece of information with me!