As Luck Would Have It...

Somethings have happened this week...
and I've done some thinking...
and I now realize I might have been a little too hasty in posting my "series of unfortunate events" post the other day...
either that, or we've graduated to needing a recurring blog post by the self same title.

Or, better yet, if things continue on their projected path, an entirely new blog in and of itself, updated daily, chronicling the hospital visits of my children.

It could happen.

I feel fairly confident I would have enough material to keep it going for at least the next 16+ years.

Although, I'd probably have to "monetize" my blog. (As in, get paid to do this)

Anyway, I'm not exactly sure if it's just my increased ratio of children to parent or if it's a more complicated equation factoring in things such as sex, age, and height, but, somehow, "exciting" things seem to be happening at a significantly more alarming rate around here.

This week's specialty was blood.

We're usually not so much blood people. We prefer to expel other bodily fluids like puke... or urine... you know, the smelly stuff.
I suppose I wasn't exactly prepped properly.
It didn't help matters when my number one team mate was gone at meetings all week. (Not every day, mind you, just the days that were important. ie the blood days.)

So, let's begin on Tuesday, when hunky man was gone at a grower's meeting, eating beef jerky. Landon, the used to be youngest, somehow had a falling out with the living room sofa. Some things were said, some punches were thrown, and Landon ended up with a bloody nose.

Let's rephrase that: a "holy crap, gushing geyser, Niagara falls bloody nose."

Fun fact about Landon, he's a screamer; a really good, really effective, and really loud screamer. From my perch at the kitchen sink I was fairly certain he had died. He's that effective of a screamer.

But nope, fully alive.

I gave him a smiley faced bandaid to ensure he stayed that way.
(picture taken for his father... not for my maniacal blog fetish)

Today he's a little black and blue (green actually) and still quite a bit swollen. But, no broken nose, which is a plus, because Landon is a looker and I just couldn't bare to think of his exquisite little face marred by a wonky nose.

The story from Landon's perspective
(that I overheard as he was recounting the story to a friend)
"No, my nose got blooded because my was swinging
on the drapes and my hit the couch
and that's how it happened"

Good to know: draperies = bloody noses.

Today was another meeting for hunky man. This time it was a big beet competition. (Hunky man came in second.) While he was eating roast beef, shrimp, mashed potatoes, and other delicious things we were preparing our 5 star lunch fare of mickey mouse chicken nuggets and bottled peaches.

Only, we had to forgo the peaches because the bottle broke...
when it was dropped...
on Kameryn toe.

Fun fact about Kameryn, she's related to Landon. Might have even been his mentor in screaming skills. She's that good. Just ask Cooper. He spent his lunch hour sitting on the kitchen floor rocking back and forth with his fingers in his ears.

Also, I don't think Kameryn likes blood.
I think it freaks her out.
She didn't handle the situation very well.

Granted, she had just had a large section of her big toe sliced open... and a piece of glass that had managed to puncture clean through her toenail... and that was only her right foot. Her left foot fared only marginally better.

So maybe she was justified.

But seriously, poor kid. It took quite a few band aids to get her all patched up.
(once again, picture taken for the benefit of her father)


Hunky man has another meeting tomorrow... wish us luck... and bandaids.

Side note: today I got to use my kitchen tongs to extract half a roll of used toilet paper from the toilet. It's about time things got back to normal.