Last night while we were cleaning up the dishes, Maren came out of the bathroom for us all to admire her new hat- which was her Dora potty seat that she had put over head and around her neck. I immediately made her take it off and told her how gross it was. I thought about taking a picture, but I didn't want DCFS to have more proof of my defective parenting than already exists. At least we all got a good laugh out of it.
The older kids were helping Ryan pull apart some dried peppers that a friend at work gave him last fall. He was planting the seeds in peat pots to start them in the window, since we're finally getting a little but of sunshine. The job didn't take long, but had lasting effects. Jared came in from the living room complaining of a sharp, burning pain inside his nostril. He had tears in his eyes from the intense sensation. He thought maybe he was bleeding or had an insect stuck in there repeatedly stinging him. It took us just a moment to figure out what he had done. I'm sure you are thinking ahead--- yes! He was picking his nose and the oil from the pepper was on his hands and his left nostril was on fire! As Ryan and I were (not laughing at all) empathizing and telling him to put some milk up his nose, Rachel came out of the bathroom clutching a wet washcloth to her eye and crying. Absolutely the same problem. Both children were laughing/crying and tearing up.
Ryan and I told them about the night we couldn't sleep because of the pain in our hands from pepper oil- we had roasted about 30 pounds of Anaheim chilies and peeled them all before putting them in the freezer. We both earned a deep burning sensation that took a while to come on and just wouldn't go away. We tried soaking our hands in milk, washing with soap, putting them in bags of ice, anything we could think of. The burning seemed to go down to the bone. I remember lying in bed laughing but wanting to cry while we both held our hands up and out of the covers. Now when we roast peppers, we just freeze them with the skins on and peel them as we use them. Much more comfortable.
Not to leave out Sarah. In the midst of all this drama she was planning her St. Patrick's day outfit and searching for green items of clothing. Just a typical night at our house.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday night
Posted by snakeriverwalton at about 12:25 PM
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I had the burning hands from Jalapenos, when I made homemade poppers. However, I ended up in the ER do to the intense pain. I feel for the kiddos.
I knew you were a hottie!
I completely believe that these entries about typical days in the lives of our families are going to be a great joy to us someday. People say that you can't take it with you but I believe that to a certain extent, you can. These vivid memories, recorded, are ours to remember and relive over and over again in years to come.
While Jared may not appreciate remembering and reliving jalapenos up his nostril and why, the rest of us will. Incidentally, on the afternoon that our family got our picture taken with all our cousins and uncles and aunts (all seven families receiving a copy of the picture to cherish) my brother was picking his nose. My parents were not amused but the rest of the family was. hee-hee
It's good you record these "typical days" because someday this will become very atypical and you may not even remember what it was once like!
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