Happy Father's Day, Buffista Dads!

Happy Birthday, Cass!

I've got a design I've worked up on graph paper for a quilt with one house and a bunch of different trees. It is at this moment beyond my skills, but I have faith that finishing the other projects I have already started will bring me a few steps closer to it.

Oh, that sounds very cool. You'll have to keep me in the loop!

Happy birthday, Cass!

And where are the pictures of JZ's hair?

::taps foot impatiently::

David, you must feel like you died and went to heaven.

Pretty much. Though in heaven I don't expect I'll be competing for bed space with an infant.

And where are the pictures of JZ's hair?

We'll get some this morning after she's all cleaned up.

Happy Father's Day to the Buffista daddies!!!

The morning after, still pleased with the new haircut, though we had possibly the most wearisome post-haircut night ever. There are certain... activities a short-hair-loving man likes to perform with his beloved in the immediate wake of a fresh cut, activities which are rendered impossible by the presence of a wide-awake infant. We thought we could distract her with her high chair tray full of toys facing a mirror, but she immediately sensed that something was Going On and started sobbing.

Plan B, Bedtime!, lasted a solid hour. It was like a scene from the movie Parenthood -- walking, rocking, singing, nursing, shushing, soothing, back-rubbing, humming, Margaret Wise Brown books, sensory deprivation, more singing, more humming, more back-rubbing, more more more. And every few minutes her eyes would roll back in her head and she'd loll in the iron grip of sleep -- for exactly two seconds -- and then jerk violently awake sobbing frantically. Every few minutes the non-baby-shushing parent would appear in the bedroom doorway, as silently as possible, and make hopeful "Now?" eyes at the other parent, who would shake his/her head frantically and make silent go away! eyes.

Then she woke up at five, and now she's bouncing and smiling and jolly and squeaking with happiness and we are both dead.

And yet, still worth it. Mostly. Bless her.

Then she woke up at five, and now she's bouncing and smiling and jolly and squeaking with happiness and we are both dead.

Isn't it amazing that people actually find a way to have more than one child?

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I have a question for the hivemind...

Julia got a staple through her thumb, all the way through. It went in at an angle from the side of the fleshy part, right through her fingernail.

Scott got it out in one piece after quite a bit of effort. I washed it right off, then poured hydrogen peroxide on both the entry and exit wounds, then put some triple-biotic lotion (Neosporin or something like it) and a bandage on it.

I don't keep their shot records, any more. I let the doctor's office and schools worry about that. All three children had their physicals last month. Ben got a booster shot for Tentanus at the time. Julia and Chris didn't need any shots, so they're up to date.

Should I take her to the E.R., today? Do you think it would be okay to keep an eye on it (maybe soak in it Epsom salts a few times a day, change the bandage, yada) and wait to call the pediatrician, tomorrow?

A staple would be unlikely to have picked up much in the way of germs. I'd just put a bandage on it, make sure it stays clean and keep an eye on it. You might want to wrap it in enough gauze for padding, since it's going to hurt whenever she hits it.

Why yes, I've had a similar accident. Why do you ask?

Does this mean Julia had a tetanus shot in the past? Either way, I'd agree with Ginger.

Ouch, poor Julia! It sounds like you're already doing it right and wait-and-watch is a good strategy.

Isn't it amazing that people actually find a way to have more than one child?

My two younger brothers are 13 months apart. I can't begin to imagine how that happens -- well, obviously, I know how it happens, but after last night I can't figure out how it happens accidentally. The one single time last night took such a ridiculous amount of forethought and strategizing and reconfiguration of battle plans with one failure after another; I can't imagine how anyone could have both an infant and spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment sex.