THE BEEF AND CHEESE SANTA:
Our ward Christmas party was last night. I thought it was a strange date to pick for the party because it was also the evening of the Richland/Pasco basketball games. The girls and boys Varsity teams were playing back to back in Richland. But I guess not everybody is a high school basketball fan!
This created a scheduling conflict for us. Santa was coming to the party at the same time I was to be at the gym. The kids were really excited to see Santa. Doug wanted to come watch the game. Grandpa was going to be at the game (duh!). But Super Grandma saved the day again! She offered to take Kyah and Zane to see Santa. They were able to visit Santa, say hello to their friends and then come back home. The kids didn’t care about staying at the party as long as they were able to see Santa!
When we came home that night I asked Kyah and Zane about their visit with Santa. Kyah said it was good, but that he wasn’t the real Santa. Last year Kyah noticed that not all the Santas looked the same. The real Santa was at the mall in Provo that we visited. We explained to Kyah about how the real Santa sometimes has Santa helpers because there are lots of malls and parties he needs to attend to visit with the children. She decided the Santa at our Christmas party wasn’t the real Santa, but she wasn’t upset about it. Just very matter of fact. She didn’t go ballistic like Buddy the elf. “He smells like Beef and Cheese!”
BASKETBALL BRUISES AND AN ANCIENT LEGEND
Meanwhile back at the gym… Doug brought Cannon to the basketball game. They sat in the bleachers with Grandpa and watched the game while I sat on the bench with the team. Cannon kept busy by crawling on the bleachers and kicking the people in front of them. He took a few dives on the bleachers, which gave his head a few funny lumps. Doug moved up to the landing where Cannon had some flat space to walk around on. Coach Teverbaugh was up there too. If you know Coach Teverbaugh, he is a bit of a legend… a very old legend!! He remembered Doug of course, and even remembered which years he coached him in football. Amazing! How old is he … 95? While they were reliving the good ol’ days Cannon was running around, tripped and landed his face on the steps going up the bleachers. He scratched his nose and bruised his forehead. His head was covered in bumps! Doug took him to the car and waited for me to come out after the game. Cannon was ok, just bruised and tired. On drive home Cannon said to me “Mama, my nose. My nose.”
SUPERMAN IN THE ER
When we got home we talked with the kids about the visit with Santa and started to get them ready for bed. Cannon and Zane were playing in the bedroom when we heard Cannon scream. He came running out of the bedroom with a stream of blood coming down his face. He had “fallen” against the wooden frame of the bunkbed and split open his right eyebrow. Zane was hiding under the futon and wouldn’t tell us a straight story of how Cannon got hurt. He told me that Cannon was trying to tackle him and that Cannon pushed himself into the bottom of the bunkbed. It sounded kind of fishy to me!
We decided it was a large enough wound that we should take him to the ER to see if he needed stitches. We put the two kids in bed before we left. Kyah said “Mom, when you get home can you come in and tell us if Cannon got stitches?” I told her that she would surely be asleep by then and she said “Still, can you come in the bedroom and just check to see if we are asleep?” I agreed to that. J
So we braved our fresh snowy roads and drove to Lady of Lourdes ER. They were very fast and very friendly. Cannon didn’t want to keep the gauze bandage on his face while we waited, but other than that he was very happy. He played peek-a-boo with some of the people in the waiting room of the ER. Cannon seemed to like the nurse. She asked him if he new what Superman looked like. Then she said “Let’s give you a cape like
Superman!” Then they slipped his arms into a pillowcase behind him. It pinned his arms perfectly to his sides like a straight jacket. Then they wrapped him in a warm blanket. He cried for a minute because he was nervous, but Doug talked to him and he calmed down. Cannon laid there silently while they cleaned his wound and glued it shut with superglue. No stitches and no shots… I don’t think I could have handled watching that!
It was nearly 10 pm when we came home from the ER. Cannon was still awake and babbling to us about who knows what. He could care less about his bumps and bruises… but he looks like he’s been through a war! Our little man of steel is bruised but not broken!
Our ward Christmas party was last night. I thought it was a strange date to pick for the party because it was also the evening of the Richland/Pasco basketball games. The girls and boys Varsity teams were playing back to back in Richland. But I guess not everybody is a high school basketball fan!
This created a scheduling conflict for us. Santa was coming to the party at the same time I was to be at the gym. The kids were really excited to see Santa. Doug wanted to come watch the game. Grandpa was going to be at the game (duh!). But Super Grandma saved the day again! She offered to take Kyah and Zane to see Santa. They were able to visit Santa, say hello to their friends and then come back home. The kids didn’t care about staying at the party as long as they were able to see Santa!
When we came home that night I asked Kyah and Zane about their visit with Santa. Kyah said it was good, but that he wasn’t the real Santa. Last year Kyah noticed that not all the Santas looked the same. The real Santa was at the mall in Provo that we visited. We explained to Kyah about how the real Santa sometimes has Santa helpers because there are lots of malls and parties he needs to attend to visit with the children. She decided the Santa at our Christmas party wasn’t the real Santa, but she wasn’t upset about it. Just very matter of fact. She didn’t go ballistic like Buddy the elf. “He smells like Beef and Cheese!”
BASKETBALL BRUISES AND AN ANCIENT LEGEND
Meanwhile back at the gym… Doug brought Cannon to the basketball game. They sat in the bleachers with Grandpa and watched the game while I sat on the bench with the team. Cannon kept busy by crawling on the bleachers and kicking the people in front of them. He took a few dives on the bleachers, which gave his head a few funny lumps. Doug moved up to the landing where Cannon had some flat space to walk around on. Coach Teverbaugh was up there too. If you know Coach Teverbaugh, he is a bit of a legend… a very old legend!! He remembered Doug of course, and even remembered which years he coached him in football. Amazing! How old is he … 95? While they were reliving the good ol’ days Cannon was running around, tripped and landed his face on the steps going up the bleachers. He scratched his nose and bruised his forehead. His head was covered in bumps! Doug took him to the car and waited for me to come out after the game. Cannon was ok, just bruised and tired. On drive home Cannon said to me “Mama, my nose. My nose.”
SUPERMAN IN THE ER
When we got home we talked with the kids about the visit with Santa and started to get them ready for bed. Cannon and Zane were playing in the bedroom when we heard Cannon scream. He came running out of the bedroom with a stream of blood coming down his face. He had “fallen” against the wooden frame of the bunkbed and split open his right eyebrow. Zane was hiding under the futon and wouldn’t tell us a straight story of how Cannon got hurt. He told me that Cannon was trying to tackle him and that Cannon pushed himself into the bottom of the bunkbed. It sounded kind of fishy to me!
We decided it was a large enough wound that we should take him to the ER to see if he needed stitches. We put the two kids in bed before we left. Kyah said “Mom, when you get home can you come in and tell us if Cannon got stitches?” I told her that she would surely be asleep by then and she said “Still, can you come in the bedroom and just check to see if we are asleep?” I agreed to that. J
So we braved our fresh snowy roads and drove to Lady of Lourdes ER. They were very fast and very friendly. Cannon didn’t want to keep the gauze bandage on his face while we waited, but other than that he was very happy. He played peek-a-boo with some of the people in the waiting room of the ER. Cannon seemed to like the nurse. She asked him if he new what Superman looked like. Then she said “Let’s give you a cape like
Superman!” Then they slipped his arms into a pillowcase behind him. It pinned his arms perfectly to his sides like a straight jacket. Then they wrapped him in a warm blanket. He cried for a minute because he was nervous, but Doug talked to him and he calmed down. Cannon laid there silently while they cleaned his wound and glued it shut with superglue. No stitches and no shots… I don’t think I could have handled watching that!It was nearly 10 pm when we came home from the ER. Cannon was still awake and babbling to us about who knows what. He could care less about his bumps and bruises… but he looks like he’s been through a war! Our little man of steel is bruised but not broken!
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I was looking at your blog and Elena was sitting next to me. She saw the pic with Cannon's bruises and she said "coco" or in other words "owie".
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