What a great 4th of July weekend! We had such a fun time. Most of it was probably that Craig got to stay home and we spent a lot of time with my family. I also love to see American flags everywhere and be reminded what a wonderful country we live in! I think sometimes I live in a bubble of ignorance and forget that WE ARE BLESSED TO BE HERE. Not everyone lives in such a secure and free land! I love the feeling that comes when you hear the song “Proud to Be an American”. I sure am!
The other great part of this holiday is family. Boy, do I love my family! We went to a bbq at Kristin’s house, with JD and Stacy’s fam, Erica and Dustin’s fam, and us. Overcast instead of bloody hot = joy. Food = yum. David at the grill = perfection on a plate. Everyone chilling outside = good memories. J The only thing that was tough was Brooklyn. First off, she was tired when we got there. So she didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone but me (We are trying to steer clear of attachment issues to no avail)! I was letting her suck on a watermelon when she bit a huge piece off (which she never does, hence I was letting her do it!) and started choking on it. Luckily Kristin was right there to help me get it out. (Insert more screaming and crying here). Then she refused to take her last nap and was running on fumes for about 5 hours. Yikes! I promise we aren’t bad parents… Craig was downstairs with her for a total of about 2 hours trying to help her fall asleep, but she would gasp every once in a while and wake herself up again. So eventually we gave up and brought her outside for the last hour and a half. So you can imagine she was a force to be reckoned with. The poor girl cried whenever someone looked at her. She seemed intrigued by fireworks but not excited. Hopefully next year when she’s older she’ll have a better experience.
Here’s a gross story. Skip this part if you don’t want to hear about blood. Craig went to donate blood on Saturday morning (which he never got to, because the first nurse poked his arm and adjusted wrong, and the next nurse poked his other arm and punctured the vein all the way through… that’s a story for another day) and came home with two gauzed-up arms and a big pack of ice on one of them. For those of you who don’t know me too well, needles terrify me. The worst part of giving birth was getting an IV in my arm. So about 3 hours later, Craig says “I think I’ll take these bandages off now” and starts taking one off. The next thing we know, blood is everywhere. I have yet to find the perfect word to explain it coming out of his arm. Oozing seems to slow, and spurting too fast. So we’ll say flowing quickly. Anyway, blood was flowing quickly from his arm and by the time I looked over to react to his “ahhhh!” it was on the floor and covering his arm. He ran over to the sink and I guess was asking me to get him something to stop the blood, but all I could hear was my head-voice saying “don’t pass out, don’t pass out…” so I sat down instead. Eventually, after about 10 minutes or so I manned up and made a tourniquet out of my swimsuit skirt, and cleaned up all the blood. (If you get stranded on an island, choose me!) Then we wrapped it back up and left them on for another few hours. The next unveiling was much more uneventful.
Now back to cute Brooklyn. She was an angel today and sang with me for most of the day. I didn't quite get the best of it in the video, but a little. She's the best!
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