Evie’s Tumble

Old news: Evie received the first stitches in our Henry family history! Even though it happened a few weeks ago, documenting the occasion only seems natural, as it’s a big moment in anyone’s life. The juicy details are what kids will want to know later in life to be able to recall the tall tales to their friends, right? Where did that awesome battle scar come from? Well, Evie’s got a story in the making.

Actually, it wasn’t really valiant. As she was hanging out with my parents (who are tied with my in-laws as the greatest grandparents ever) one Friday afternoon, she came barreling out of the bathroom to jump on grandma’s lap. Her body bumped against the couch just enough to send her careening out-of-control-face-first-no-bracing-herself into the corner of the coffee table. Ay ay ay! Right on her cheek. So glad it wasn’t her eye, or her nose, or her teeth. Praise God for the miracle that is. Whew!

So yeah, I get a phone call while I’m doing my weekly grocery run to Aldi saying that Evie took a spill. We decided to meet each other at MedExpress as soon as I could get out of the store. Evie comes walking in with a band-aid on her face, happy as a lark. I thought maybe we’d be just fine, but the nurse practitioner, Todd, had other thoughts. Ha!

Now for my shameless plug for MedExpress. Great. Amazing. We’ve actually been seen by Todd before, and it’s been a WHILE. But Evie still talks about him and how he made an elephant come out of her ear, like, two years later. He is a kid whisperer. We have had great experiences each time we’ve been. Recommended!

Stitches were the prognosis. Oh what fun… I sure am glad I have a supermom for a mom. Evie was cool with everything until the Lidocaine shots came. She fa-lipped out. Like three people holding her down screaming bloody murder flipped out. Gee whilikers. Our prayers and God making her brave did not seem to faze the girl. She was literally shaking with fear. She was so T-Oed that this was happening to her. That whole process was the pits. I don’t blame her.

However, once we got through that, she was a peaceable girl. Todd did a fantastic job sewing up Evie’s face, and Evie did a top-notch job of becoming a statue while eight stitches were inserted into her cheek. I’m pretty certain she was doing it all for the candy bars that were promised to her by the stitcher-upper, but hey, it was kinda whatevs at that point. She also got a hand balloon (a latex glove blown up like a balloon). She likes to tell everyone about her loot even before she tells them she got stitches. Ha ha!

The next morning, she acted like nothing had happened. I’m not sure she would have said anything had I not mentioned it to her. It has healed quite well, I’m sure because of our prayers. I gave her no Tylenol for her pain except for the initial wound and for the night. That’s my tough girl!

The real fun was five days later when the stitches had to come out. Drama queen has arrived. Grandma B came over to slice those out and it was basically a repeat of Lidocaine moment. And soooo not as painful. Hoping for less traumatic experiences for her injury and health career. After much logic talk and God talk and bribe talk, Evie sat completely still and had each removed with very little problems. I can only attribute it to the peace of God washing over her. It was a lifesaver.

Now, yes, there’s a scar about four weeks out, but The Ordeal is over. Perhaps in a few months you won’t be able to tell she had stitches. Let’s hope!

 

O: 1.5 Years

Take your time, sweet boy. Keep taking your sweet time. Olan’s got a knack for a few new things as he hits this big mile marker in his little life. Golly, he’s just the best.

  • He’s WALKING finally! And I thought Evie was a slow walker! At nearly seventeen months, he decided that those long twiggy things could be helpful, and now he’s unstoppable.
  • He’s got the head nod down. A game changer in the communication realm.
  • Loves sitting on the trike while being pushed around. And looks freakin’ adorable with his helmet on too.
  • He wants his shoes on as soon as he wakes up. And not just any shoes, it’s gotta be his Nikes. Heaven help us.
  • His hair grows like a weed on top of his head!
  • He’s wearing 2T clothes. He’s gotta be pushing 30 pounds. The chubs on his cheeks… that cheek jiggle when he runs around is irresistibly cute. Mmm-mm!
  • Has been introduced to his current favorite stuffed dolls: Mickey Mouse and Corduroy. These have even ventured into the crib recently!
  • He loves his blanket… and the funny thing about it is that it’s a hand-me-down from Evie, complete with Strawberry Shortcake prints. He loves walking around with the minky side wrapped around his head. He’s so into all things soft and cozy and he’ll just cuddle up with this blanket in no time. So so so cute.
  • Working toward no pacifier. Got a ways to go.
  • Loves the outdoors. I cannot wait until summer when he can be outside more! If a door is left ajar, he is GONE. Beware!
  • He’s learning the ropes of ornery-ville. The naughty smirk is emerging.
  • Very much into his helicopters. We spotted a helicopter in the sky the other night on a walk, and he was enamored.
  • Books continue to be a favorite for Olan. Momma’s dream come true!
  • He understands so much of what we’re saying, it’s a little scary! 🙂
  • Has “uh-oh” down pat. He also likes to leave his mouth open wide when something surprising happens.
  • Cars. Enough said.
  • This dude is demanding when he’s hungry. Resilient little bugger. He will screech at you until you pick him up and feed the pie hole.
  • He’s giving legit hugs lately.
  • Every time he sees a kitty in a book, he goes in for a face hug. Whatever the obsession is, it’s stinkin’ cute.
  • It’s almost time to take the baby gate down. Almost.
  • He’s a decent picker-upper. Let’s keep that trend alive.

So proud that we get to call Olie ours! Isn’t he lovely? Happy half-way, man!

Olan is One!

My sweet babe is one year old next week! Contrasted to Evie’s first year of life that seemed to actually take a real year of time to pass, Olan’s first year has gone by at warp speed. We love our little cutie all the same though!

Olan’s party was a little bit crazy. While we had September 16 on the calendar for Olan’s shindig, the week before we had scheduled his party, Hurricane Irma brought our Holly and Ray into Kansas territory for the time being. A few days earlier, my dad told me that he hadn’t thought about the date, and that he was performing a wedding down in Goodland on Olan’s party day, so he wouldn’t be able to make it. Mom-in-law, Janine, had already informed me that her ONS workshop was the same day as the party, so she’d have to slip out and miss part of it.

All of this culminated on Friday evening. Since so many conflicts were coming up and Holly and Ray were going to be in town (!), we decided, what the heck? Why not throw the party tomorrow? We had pretty much everything ready to go except a cake plan. We spent the next morning and afternoon putting together our home for our baby boy’s one year birthday party. Evie and I ran all over town getting food and last minute items, and we went at it!

The party was a success! Not only did it push us to get a few more house projects done (i.e. deck lights! Yay!), it was pretty great to be able to have our family around for a beautiful evening of fun. (Sad to have missed a few guests, but you were with us in spirit!)

The “cake” ended up being “O Henry” bars, a bit atypical for a one year old’s birthday treat, but fitting for our little O Henry, and he seemed to enjoy it, as he wore a little chocolate goatee while chomping! I went with the Mo Willems’ Pigeon book series theme, complete with a hot dog party (the Pigeon’s dream come true in the books). Thank you, Miles Wolters, for the inspiration! 🙂

Gifts included the coveted Skip Hop iguana backpack and matching water bottle (he loves already!), a bike helmet, a hammer toy, Halloween costume, the awesome John Deere dump trucks, books, clothes, and the bouncing donkey toy.. ha ha! We gifted Olie with a new car seat for Evie so that Olan can have her old seat… good thing he’s only one, pretty sure that won’t fly again. He also got some punch balloons and a new Lightning McQueen car from us. He’s a spoiled little dude!

Thankful to the Lord for all he has gifted us with in Olan.

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