as a side note i don't know how many of you have stopped and looked at honda pilots lately but those doors are heavy, really heavy, i actually didn't realize until my finger was in there but trust me they are not messing around. immediately i grabbed my thumb and started running in circles in the front yard, (all of our neighbors just happened to be outside) ian stood there watching me. i ran over to ian and showed him my bloody thumb and ran inside (the whole time i was running riley thought i was playing around so she was following me screaming, when i headed inside ian explained that if she came inside to give me some space because mommy was hurt).
i went in and ran straight for the kitchen sink, the cold water felt like i was scratching the open wound and it felt like my thumb was tripling in size. all i could do was jump up and down and say "OH MY, OH MY, OH MY, OH MY OH MY". ian sat riley on the counter next to me she looked up and said, "mommy are you hurt, it's okay mommy don't cry". immediately the tears started to flow, i laid my head in her lap as she stroked my hair.
ian made the cake to take to our friends house, i was too busy worrying about myself, apologizing to ian because i felt like i was being so dramatic over the situation. i normally would have fed peyton myself but all i could do was cry. i made her a bottle, she never gets bottles.
so peyton's bottle......all we had was soy formula so it's what she got and she seemed to be fine. we made it to the larsen's and began eating our dinner, which was excellent by the way, and then peyton started to "spit up" and it kept coming and coming, then she started throwing up, like very 2 min. i would be in the kitchen one minute then back in the bathroom the next with a gagging baby. peyton threw up all over her clothes, her back up clothes, her bib, her burp cloth, my shirt, ian's sweater, her blanket, every where.
when the throwing up didn't seem like it was ever going to stop we decided that we better eat our cake and get home. we all sat down , the smiths drenched in puke, and ate our double fudge chocolate cake. during dessert riley of course made a huge mess all over herself and her chair, to finish off the last clean smith. after the cake was gone i went and cleaned riley off, when i came back to the table i was informed that i had something all over my white sweater that wasn't throw up. i looked down at myself to find that the whole front of my torso was covered in chocolate cake. riley! yup riley had cake all over her little bottom; how riley got cake on her butt was, and still is a mystery to me. all that was left to do was take riley's pants off before she could destroy anything else.
we apologized for our manner-less visit, grabbed our puke and chocolate clothes and left with: one borrowed blanket, one 5 month old drenched in puke from the soy her mom gave her; one 2 year old dressed in a long sleeved shirt, a pea coat, elmo underwear and flats; one frazzled mom with one less sweater, a newly bandaged thumb thanks to a trained marine; and one husband fully dressed in everything he came in with a lot of added throw up on his shoulder for a nice accent to his outfit.
do you think we'll be invited back?
the nail. the worst thing is, well besides having it stepped on and grabbed several times,
is the fact that i'm to scared to clip or file it in fear that it may come off. oh i guess another bad part is when i'm checking out at a store and the clerk gets all grossed out like it's contagious or something.