Darn Kool-Aid, ruining my movie!

Think of your kitchen. The countertops. The space on the countertop where the appliances are lined up (Microwave, Toaster, Coffee Maker, Mixer, etc.) They all are so cozy and squeezed next to each other. When you clean, you wipe right under the edge of each so all crumbs are out of sight (out of mind).
Now you spill a large glass of red kool-aid onto the counter and it seeps underneath each of these items. If it were water, you would just put a towel to the edges and let the rest dry up on its own. But even after a couple seconds exposure, it will take bleach to rid your (rented) counters of the red stains.
The next hour is spent meticulously cleaning the places you didn't plan to clean until you moved out. What was supposed to be a quick drink break during your movie ends up being an entire intermission with a side of a workout.
You know that when you look back on this it will be funny someday. That day is not today.

Bike Accident

Yesterday I was in an accident while on my bike... well I would call it an accident. I was on my way home from the store on my bike. There is a hill right before my apartment going down into a turn (not huge, but all road signs say slow to 10mph). While I was slowing down a car cut me off on the turn and I had to take a sharp turn and slam my brakes sending my bike sideways. I skid probably 5 ft or so on the pavement into the gravel... The impact on my head was pretty hard, but I haven't found blood. I braced myself with my hands, which hurt when I got up. The car had drove away quickly of course.

About 2 minutes later when I got home, I couldn't even turn on the water to rinse my bloody arm. I really hurt my wrist. I think I just landed hard right on the muscle of the palm. All day yesterday I could garsp anything with my hand. My thumb was useless!

Sleeping last night was no fun at all. I didn't realize that I like to sleep on my right side, which I didn't know is invisibly bruised from head to toe.I am kinda glad you can't see the bruises... but it'd be nice to show the battle wounds you know? I hate complaining about an invisible pain... ugh- story of my life!

You can kinda see the bruise on my hand, and the scrapes on my shoulder and arm have healed quite a bit already (YAY for aloe). Mike (dh) laughed when he went to go feel the bump on my head. His words "hehe, its like you glued half an egg to your head!". My head doesn't hurt at all, except to the touch. My shoulder is throbbing mostly from the scrapes. And my wrist is quite a bit better than it was yesterday. I can hold most things. Typing is ok, writing is a little shaky, opening bottles and what not... yeah can't do that one yet.

After I started thinking about it last night, I was wearing a backpack when I fell (squished and ruined most my groceries). When I fell I rolled to my back. I am pretty sure that my backpack kept me from having to go to the ER... possibly even saved my life cause I am sure it slowed me down and maybe even cushioned my head on the landing. My bag is tore up and dirty. My groceries are squished. My wrist hurts, and there are lovely bruises along my right side, BUT I am aliveto tell the story and to thank the Lord that I am!

Here are some battle wound pics :)

Pretty Toes

I painted Reyna's toe nails for the first time. I thought she would touch them right away and smear them , but she did very well. Sh even helped me "blow them" all dry.

The best part is that now when she walks, she raises her toes and walks on her heals and stairs at her feet. And every time she sits dow she points at her toes and says "Look! Pretty!"

Spankings and Discipline

Yesterday, Reyna was throwing another one of her now normal tantrums... she is two, what can I say? She was screaming about everything under the sun. And we have decided to basically pretend she is not screaming and talk to her normally as if she is quiet. We say "Would you like some milk?, You can have the milk if you sit at the table to drink it." she belted "NOOOOooooo" And I answered calmly - "Then we will leave it on the counter, and when you would like to sit at the table you can have it."

That's the basic tantrum in our place. Yesterday during one of these, I asked her if she would like to play with her docter bag, and then I proceeded to open the bag. She ran over to me, grabbed a toy from it and threw it across the room. I slightly raised my voice but calmly replied "Reyna,you don't throw things, and you know that." She scowled at me, picked up 2 toys and threw them right at me.

I picked her up. Gave her a pat on the behind then took her into her room. We sat in the rocking chair. She was screaming (still, from the last 2 hours). I said in a normal tone "You know you don't throw things. You can hurt people." And right away after that I started reading her a book and making funny animal noises with her. It was a short discipline for an act that she did deliberately though she knew it was wrong. Then we immediately changed the subject and played and had fun. The discipline was over. I wasn't mad at her. I wanted her to know that she got a spanking for throwing intentionally. Once I made that point I moved on.