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Yesterday Brooke burned her finger.  I had just pulled a pot of boiling water off the stove when I saw her reach out and touch the burner.  Initially she hardly reacted.  She carefully pulled her hand away and just stood there.  No crying out or jumping around screaming in pain.  For a second I wondered if she was one of those people whose bodies don’t register pain signals.

Finally, after several seconds of nothing, I said, “Did that hurt?”

Brooke:  “Yeah.  Really bad.”

Me: “Here, put your finger under some cool water.”

Brooke moved her stool over to the sink and let the water run over her now-blistered finger.  Still no crying.

I was really impressed by her composure which continued all evening.  Her finger hurt when it wasn’t in water, so I gave her a small container of water to put her finger in while we had dinner.  As we were eating, Brooke lamented her new fate.

Brooke:  “I can’t take my finger out of the water because it hurts!”

Me:  “I know.”

Brooke:  “So I just have to keep my finger in water forever?”

Me:  “Well, until it feels better.”

Brooke:  “When will my finger get better?”

Me:  “It will take a while.”

Brooke: “Like lots of days?”

Me:  “Yes.”

Brooke then mourned the things she would no longer be able to do because she could only use one hand.  The amusing thing about this was everything she listed off were things that she only needed one hand to do anyway.

“I have to take a drink with only one hand!”

“I have to scratch my head with one hand!”

And, with lip quivering, “I can only hold bear with one hand!”

To the relief of all, the cool-water therapy worked and by the evening she was able to go to bed without a cup of water for her finger.  Let’s hope she’s learned her lesson and will be able to resist the urge to touch the hot stove in the future.

After all — we wouldn’t want her having to drink one-handed for the rest of her life.

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Golden Art

I’ve been storing up kid artwork for a while, so here’s a post dedicated to our aspiring artists/graphic novelists.

Brooke’s school papers continue to be used (for better or for worse) as her sketch pad:

Holidays bring out her creativity:

She saw our bananas and couldn’t resist giving them a little personality:

And then we have the endless doodles and comics she draws on every scrap of paper she can find:

Caroline isn’t quite as prolific of an artist, but she does do cute drawings as well:

Spencer enjoys drawing also. Here we have a self portrait:

Another child who can’t resist doodling at school:

Spencer went through a phase where he was really into flags. He’d look up pictures of different flags and recreate them in miniature:

Lately Madison has been joining the artistic ranks.

Madison drew this one in church. Her friend Norah is sad, so she’s giving Norah a doll to make her happy:

This princess got caught in a rainstorm and wasn’t happy:

Madison brought this paper home from preschool. I was shocked at the adorableness of that zebra and had to text her preschool teacher to see if Madison actually drew that. Turns out she did draw it all by herself. It’s especially surprising how good her zebra is when you compare it to the other two animal blobs beside it.

One day we played Pictionary as a family. We told Madison she could draw whatever she wanted. The category was “animal.” She drew this:

After guessing every animal we could think of we finally asked Madison what it was. Her response? A giraffe. I continue to chuckle to myself every time I think of her neckless giraffe.

2 Comments

  1. sarah
    November 18, 2011 @ 9:40 am

    This post made me anxious for Eli to be able to construct full sentences. My first favorite part was, “Did that hurt?” “Yeah. Really bad.” Ha ha. What??

    And my second favorite was the last sentence. What a funny girl!

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  2. Ann
    November 18, 2011 @ 9:51 am

    What a cutie 🙂

    Reply

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