I have way too much to do! I have to finish these sewing projects by July 2nd (for Bristol dress rehearsal):
Two shirts
Two pairs of pants
One Doublet
And I have an entire set of female garb that I need to finish ASAP, it doesn't have to be done by July 2nd, but it would be nice! And It would be nice to finish Jeremy's garb too, but he may have to borrow some for the first weekend. It seems like I should have enough time for all that, but on Wednesday I'm going on a church trip to MN, and I'll be gone until Sunday, and then hopefully I'll be going down to Illinois the next day, the 28th, to see my grandma and to get our camping stuff out of storage!
Oy. I better get sewing...
Monday, June 20, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Babysitting
Occasionally Lizzy Muetz and I have the honor of babysitting Timothy and Torie Schmitt. Timothy is 5, Torie is 17 months.
We babysat them on Tuesday. Now, Steven, their dad, was home, but he was working from home. He hoped to be done around noon so he could go mow the lawn and then head out early for a class he was teaching at church.
Lizzy and I took the kids to a local park. It wasn't a baby-friendly park, so I had to follow Torie around, and when she wanted to swing I had to sit her in my lap so we could swing together. So while I had her, Lizzy kept an eye on Timothy. At one point Torie and I were walking over to a tunnel thing that you crawl up to get to the slide. Timothy went running past, and he was running straight at the tunnel. He's taller than the tunnel, and he wasn't ducking down. It was kind of a George of the Jungle "Watch out for that tree!" moment, but I didn't have time to say anything, and Timothy hit his head on the tunnel and ricocheted back. Oops.
He was fine, so we played more and then went home. Now, this whole day Torie was very fussy. Her mom was out of town, so she was probably missing her, and she was tired, and I think she may have been teething, so she was fussy and mostly wanted to be held.
Steven came upstairs from his office to get something to drink, and he said he was having some difficult problem with work. So, he went back down to work on that. The phone rang, and the answering machine picked it up. A woman was saying something about being in the hospital, so Lizzy answered. Apparently Steven's mom had had tuna and went into anaphylactic shock and almost died, so she was in the hospital. This day wasn't going so great so far. We put Torie down for her nap, then Timothy. Torie woke up as Timothy was laying down, so we had about an hour of Torie-only time. It was very pleasant though. She was happy to sit on the couch with us and play with my hair and give us Torie kisses (she just learned to pucker her lips). We took her upstairs to change her diaper, and that's when Timothy got up. He was sitting in the rocking/spinning chair in Tories room while we changed her. He rubbed his eyes and complained that one hurt. We looked, and it was a little red, but we assumed it was from rubbing.
We went back downstairs and Timothy complained again. Now his eye was a little more red and it looked like he had a black eye. He said he hadn't hit his eye on anything. We asked about when he ran into the slide, but he said that was his forehead. I decided to go let Steven know.
I came back from Steven's office, and that quickly Timothy's eye had changed. Now the actual white of his eye was swollen, but not his iris, so it was like a dent in his eye. The outside edge of the white was turning yellow and looked very moist, white the inside edge was still red, and around his eye was like a black eye. So I ran downstairs and told Steven of the sudden change, and he immediately came up the stairs. He said it looked like something may have bit Timothy's eye, and that it was blistering, so they took a trip to Urgent Care. Lizzy and I waited, playing with Torie. When they finally got back, Timothy's eye looked much better. Apparently it was an allergic reaction to something (we don't know what). Timothy was proud to tell me his eye didn't glow (cornea scratch test). So, at this point, Steven obviously hadn't gotten his lawn mowed, and he wasn't leaving particularly early for his class.
Around bedtime, we discovered the that Timothy had hit his head harder than we thought: There was quite the lump on his head, hidden by his hair. So he went to bed with an ice pack, and he was going to be alternating between his forehead and his eye.
What a day!
We babysat them on Tuesday. Now, Steven, their dad, was home, but he was working from home. He hoped to be done around noon so he could go mow the lawn and then head out early for a class he was teaching at church.
Lizzy and I took the kids to a local park. It wasn't a baby-friendly park, so I had to follow Torie around, and when she wanted to swing I had to sit her in my lap so we could swing together. So while I had her, Lizzy kept an eye on Timothy. At one point Torie and I were walking over to a tunnel thing that you crawl up to get to the slide. Timothy went running past, and he was running straight at the tunnel. He's taller than the tunnel, and he wasn't ducking down. It was kind of a George of the Jungle "Watch out for that tree!" moment, but I didn't have time to say anything, and Timothy hit his head on the tunnel and ricocheted back. Oops.
He was fine, so we played more and then went home. Now, this whole day Torie was very fussy. Her mom was out of town, so she was probably missing her, and she was tired, and I think she may have been teething, so she was fussy and mostly wanted to be held.
Steven came upstairs from his office to get something to drink, and he said he was having some difficult problem with work. So, he went back down to work on that. The phone rang, and the answering machine picked it up. A woman was saying something about being in the hospital, so Lizzy answered. Apparently Steven's mom had had tuna and went into anaphylactic shock and almost died, so she was in the hospital. This day wasn't going so great so far. We put Torie down for her nap, then Timothy. Torie woke up as Timothy was laying down, so we had about an hour of Torie-only time. It was very pleasant though. She was happy to sit on the couch with us and play with my hair and give us Torie kisses (she just learned to pucker her lips). We took her upstairs to change her diaper, and that's when Timothy got up. He was sitting in the rocking/spinning chair in Tories room while we changed her. He rubbed his eyes and complained that one hurt. We looked, and it was a little red, but we assumed it was from rubbing.
We went back downstairs and Timothy complained again. Now his eye was a little more red and it looked like he had a black eye. He said he hadn't hit his eye on anything. We asked about when he ran into the slide, but he said that was his forehead. I decided to go let Steven know.
I came back from Steven's office, and that quickly Timothy's eye had changed. Now the actual white of his eye was swollen, but not his iris, so it was like a dent in his eye. The outside edge of the white was turning yellow and looked very moist, white the inside edge was still red, and around his eye was like a black eye. So I ran downstairs and told Steven of the sudden change, and he immediately came up the stairs. He said it looked like something may have bit Timothy's eye, and that it was blistering, so they took a trip to Urgent Care. Lizzy and I waited, playing with Torie. When they finally got back, Timothy's eye looked much better. Apparently it was an allergic reaction to something (we don't know what). Timothy was proud to tell me his eye didn't glow (cornea scratch test). So, at this point, Steven obviously hadn't gotten his lawn mowed, and he wasn't leaving particularly early for his class.
Around bedtime, we discovered the that Timothy had hit his head harder than we thought: There was quite the lump on his head, hidden by his hair. So he went to bed with an ice pack, and he was going to be alternating between his forehead and his eye.
What a day!
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