And That Reminds Me...

This statement is from my last post,

There are terribly freakish ways to get hurt, and usually someone has said, just prior to the incident, "It would be physically impossible to get hurt doing this. I feel so very, very safe."

reminds me that on multiple occasions I have treated police officers with wounds created by bullets from their own guns.

Their own guns that were shot on a firing range. I'm not joking.

Different officers, and different firing ranges, so it was not a "repeat offender".

Interesting, huh?

Teach Your Children Well (II)

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Last summer we asked J if he wanted to learn to use the riding mower. He said, "No."

Now, I won't pretend to understand the kid, so I don't know if he was scared, or if he didn't want to learn to use it because then he would HAVE to use it, or if he just didn't know what fun using something with four wheels was.

So this summer, F said, "Get out there and get on that mower." And that was that.

See them in the far distance.

J is getting instructions from Big F about how to do the lawn properly, and how not to fall off and get run over by the mower. I forced F to include the latter in the conversation because I don't really care if the lawn is done "properly", but I Absolutely, Do, Not, want J to fall off and get run over by the lawn mower. F assures
me that this type of scenario is physically impossible, but I have worked in an ER and I know that no scenario is actually physically impossible, no matter how freakish it may sound.

There are terribly freakish ways to get hurt, and usually someone has said, just prior to the incident, "It would be physically impossible to get hurt doing this. I feel so very, very safe."

Then they present to the ER with three digits wrapped in a blue and green checked dishtowel.




Anyhoo, after the appropriate safety briefing, Jake took off like a shot.



And here is where it gets fun. See the photo below. See how J's hair is blowing in the wind and he has a look of fierce concentration on his face. This is where he discovered that "using" the lawn mower is really "driving" the lawn mower, just like in one of his video games. And I think he's fairly happy with that.

Haircut

F has been wanting to cut his own hair. I have discouraged this desire of his. People want to hire a professional musician who has good hair.

However, I told him he could go ahead and try it on T. T doesn't care what his hair looks like, and neither, really, does anyone else.



Turns out that F did a pretty good job! I love the feeling of self-sufficiency that it has given me, knowing that we don't have to go to an outsider for this service. I'll have F cut T's hair always in the future. Soon, we'll start growing our own vegetables, sewing our own clothes, and harnessing wind power instead of using public utilities.

Power Outage

We had a power outage for 20 hours! We had to throw away quite a bit of food. Thankfully, however, most of M's milk was saved. We lost about 8-10 bags, which was heartbreaking, but it could have been much worse.
When Taran was little, I gave away all his reserve milk to IMMB.That was a strategic mistake. Sometimes it was touch and go if I was going to have enough to get him through times when I was away. It worked out but was really stressful.
With M, I have saved a lot of reserve for her, and have been feeling very confident about the situation. I was so worried that it would all be thawed this morning. But 8-10 bags is not a bad casualty count for 20 hours power free...!

M

Cute.



Cute.




Cute.



Not cute.

Cannibals on Sesame (Title by Jake)

The Masterpiece



Who made this fierce creation?



Mr. J chose to eat the eyeball. Frank said, and I quote, "How 12 is that?".



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It's my Party and I'll do What I Want

Party

Hmm. I hear they are having a party. I'm sure it's for me!



Wait a minute. Why are they bringing that scrumptious cake over to him?


I can't believe all that loot he got. I mean, blankets, sippy cups, colored construction paper, Elmo video...Come on! Where's mine? And look how it was all neatly wrapped in a laundry basket with packing paper!


See how he hoards those new blankets! At least I've been sharing mine with him.



What do you mean I have to wait until November?