Angry Eyes

Random thought of the week...

Waxing my own eyebrows is not one of my many mad skills...especially with my small children in the room. I can wax other people's brows like a champ, but my own...that's a horse of a different color. One of several scenarios has occurred:

1. The children bump my leg as I smear the hot sticky wax on...now farther up into my brow than I intended.

2. My attention is divided between the task at hand and the fight taking place at my feet...again the result is the same.

3. Laughing so hard every time I say "ow" child falls off the salon chair and gets hurt...I have to tend to the ouchies with muslin stuck on my face...and it still pulls off the wrong amount of hair.


Do you see where this is going?

Angry Eyes...that's where! Thank heavens I have a sister who knows how to fix them and a pencil for those times that she can't!

I think it's time I add waxing to the list of some of the things in life that I shouldn't do myself...
The other items on this list include (but are not limited to):

Home liposuction, drilling my own cavities, our taxes, and now waxing my own eyebrows.

Each time I give myself crazy brows I vow that I won't do it again...and like clockwork about 5 weeks later I can't stand the fuzzy caterpillars perched on my forehead...enter angry eyes...

I'm going to be strong this time...maybe!

The Waiting Game

After Tuesday's 7.0 earthquake leveled Port-au-Prince, Haiti; Rob got a call from USAR asking if he had a passport. He doesn't. He didn't think he would need one for Search & Rescue since he isn't on one of the two International Teams. A foreign call out wasn't a possibility.

Then came the call saying that even without a passport they might get sent in. He was to gather his gear and be ready. In the mean time, he was to bring all the information needed for a passport so they could get started expediting one so he could get out of Haiti once his deployment was over.

There was a spark in his eye as he prepared to go. Rob is one of those men that is willing to run into a situation to help, when others are running away. I truly believe it takes a special kind of person to be willing to do what the task force members do. He is itching to get down there to try to help those poor Haitians. I could hear the disappointment in his voice when he told me that he got a "stand down" order. Although he said things are changing so quickly, there is still a possibility that he could deploy. The main hang up is getting these rescuers into the country. They can't land at the airport because of there are so many planes in the way that don't have any fuel to get back out. GRRRR!

He got word last night saying they might deploy next week for a shortened tour. So for now we play the waiting game, which for a woman of little patience-this is driving me crazy not knowing! The gear he keeps at home is currently just sitting on our bed ready for the word "go".

Mom thinks I am crazy anyway for being willing to let him go. In her mind the disease and danger seem like too big of a risk. But like I said before, Rob runs to the rescue when so many won't. I know the Lord will protect him if he goes. I really hope he gets to go, he would be able to do so much good.

I'm proud when he puts on his dark blue gear adorned with his badges & big clunky boots. The team has amazing people on it and I am glad Rob is a part of that! If he does deploy the real test will be if I can survive the children without him. He may return to find them duct taped to the wall!

Rachel the Super Trooper

I will give the forewarning that if you have a WEAK CONSTITUTION you may want to SKIP THIS ENTRY...you have been WARNED!

The ca-chunk and instantaneous screaming that comes from a sleeping child's room is NEVER a welcome sound. But the first night of 2010 that is just the sound that split the calm night and sent us spiraling into chaos.

We were on vacation (of course) in St. George when poor Rachel took that fateful header. Lauren & Ben were still awake reading when Rachel finally fell asleep. Rob & I were out chit-chatting with Judy (Grandma) when we heard that horrifying sound of head hitting wood. Rachel was on the floor screaming & thrashing & bloody. I scooped her up & assessed that since I could see her skull, we were heading to the emergency room. Luckily Frank (Grandpa) was willing to stay with the other kids. Rob, Judy & I piled into the Burb & off we went.

Rachel stopped crying when we passed McDonalds & I told her we could stop there after we were done at the hospital. She didn't start crying again until a nurse put numbing gel onto it. If I could have stopped that nurse from putting the tape holding the numbing gel through Rachel's hair we would have avoided the tears that came later with its removal.

I almost started crying when the lady from admit told me we win the prize for the HIGHEST emergency room co-pay that she has ever seen. I think it would have hurt less for her to put tape in MY hair...but whatever right?

Back to Rachel

She quietly wept and whimpered while the Dr. administered the shots to finishing deadening her gash. Then we geared up for the worst of it...I held her hands, Rob held her right leg, a life flight nurse held her left leg and a paramedic held her head. Then...

SHE
FELL
ASLEEP

I kid you not, she slept through the stitches entirely! The Dr, nurse & paramedic were impressed with how well Rachel did (honestly, so am I-if it had been Lauren we would have had to sedate her to even get her into the car)! Rachel was so sound asleep that we got her coat on and her seat belt on and she didn't stir. McDonald's was going to have to wait until morning, but let's face it, Rachel is such a Super Trooper about everything that it wouldn't matter!

As a side note: Grandpa did a fabulous job babysitting for us! When we got home around midnight Lauren & Ben were asleep on his bed & he was dozing watching football! Thanks Grandpa & Grandma!!!

Farewell to Christmas

I love my Christmas decorations and for how long it takes me to put all of it up I think I should get to enjoy it for about 3 months. But since that's not going to fly I am STILL staring at a pile of Christmas decor(and it isn't going to put itself away). Just about the time I think the stack is getting more manageable I come across a new treasure trove of Christmas paraphernalia. If I were a smart woman I would be working on transferring all of it to the basement while all my "helpers" are in bed, but instead here I sit blogging. It will still be there tomorrow (but hopefully not beyond).

Goodbye Christmas baubles...I will see you again in 11 months. You will be missed!