broken arm saga – part 2

Rob and I spent half of Labor Day on the phone to various hospitals while helicoptering around splint-sporting Graham, who seemed determined to fall and completely sever his already broken arm.  Turns out the clinic doctor was right; no one would cast an arm on a holiday, and most likely the doctors would’ve told us to wait until the swelling had gone down anyway.  Sigh.  So the rest of the day we carried Graham like a baby and watched a lot of TV.

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Rob stayed home from work the next day: the day of Waiting in Doctors’ Offices.

Orthopedic doctor #1:  “Oh, you wouldn’t believe how much strength I’ll have to use to straighten that arm out.  He’ll definitely have to go under for this.”

Orthopedic doctor #2:  “You’ll want us to put him under to straighten his bones because then you won’t have to explain to people why his arm is bent.”

Orthopedic doctor #3:  “Oh, we’ll just throw a cast on him right now.  No problem.”

Yes, we went with doctor #3.

Graham cheerfully chose a purple cast.  He sat extremely still while they put it on… until he realized there was no way to bend his arm or get the heavy thing off.  He wailed so hysterically that I thought they must have pinched his skin somewhere.  The nurse assured me, somewhat exasperatedly, that he was fine.  And he was.

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I have to say that the month that followed was surprisingly easy.  Graham went about his business as if he was not handicapped at all and seemed to love the attention he got because of his purple cast.  Only once did he clunk himself in the head hard enough to make a mark. (The rest of us, however, were not so lucky).

On Cast Removal Day, Graham actually laughed when the nurse came at him with the Saw.

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He eyed the Spreader suspiciously…

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…and was concerned about the scissors.

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But as soon as the cast came off, the pain started.  The poor little guy wailed for the doctor to put it back on.  He was so sore.

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His freshly exposed, pale, skinny little arm was extremely stinky, and we discovered two pebbles that had been lodged in there near his thumb.

Graham spent the rest of the day on the couch, cradling his arm like a baby.  It took him two days before he could fully extend it.  A week later, he still tucks it into his side when he runs.  And we think this whole incident has nudged him over to the Southpaw side.  He’ll still have a slightly bent arm for about six months.  But that’s normal for toddlers; their bones seem to be mostly made of rubber.

Now that it’s over, here are some things I’m thankful he can do:

  • take a regular bath
  • paint
  • walk outside in the rain
  • swing
  • use a regular cup
  • play in the sandbox
  • eat soup & cereal
  • splash in puddles
  • go to school with Violet
  • potty train
  • snuggle without giving me a concussion

Dear Austin Museum of Art,

In a moment of parenting idealism, I decided to take my two kids, by myself, to your Chuck Close exhibit.  After all, it was a rainy Sunday and you do have a kids’ area.  I thought they would be inspired.  At the very least I wanted to creatively kill some time.  Perhaps I should mention that my kids are 2 and 4.

Really, it’s the 4-year-old I was worried about.  She’s the wild one.  But recently, I’ve been able to reason with her.  And the 2-year-old never wanders far.  So I thought I was in the clear.

In fact, we had toured the museum, made art in the kids’ area and had gone back to compare a our work to that in the exhibit, all without incident.  I’ll admit I was so confident in my parenting skills that I let the kids run 3 circles in the empty back room.  You can probably watch it in your video surveillance.  Note how they immediately stop when I ask them to.  See how I cheerily tell them it’s time to go home.

Now here is where my 2-year-old shouts “Yay! HOME!” and bolts… right into a floor exhibit consisting of tiny bits of paper painstakingly arranged into a huge mandala pattern.

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I’m not sure if I should admit this, but watching his feet fly out from under him and hearing the sickening thud of his head on the tile was less horrifying than watching all those bits of paper explode into the air in a little mushroom cloud of art.  And it made me shudder to have to step on the display to pick up my sobbing toddler from the middle of the exhibit and carry him to the front desk.

Please apologize to your college art student volunteers.  They seemed completely terrified by the appalled mother carrying a screaming child with a cast on his arm, pulling another one behind her.  They were very nice and said that they had to fix the display quite often.  But I don’t think they realized the scope of the destruction.

I would have apologized longer, but the entire museum had come to a screeching halt and a crowd was gathering, so I pretty much ran out the door.

In conclusion, I would like to offer a promise and a suggestion:  I will not bring my kids to your fine museum again… at least for a few years, and please put a rope around your displays.

Sincerely,

Cheris

look familiar?

Last we heard, Graham was going to be on a Pampers diaper package in Europe.  Then we got a letter stating Graham’s picture would be used in a “special project”.  Whatever that is, they didn’t say.  So no diaper package.  We were fine with that.  I mean, what if he’s backpacking through the Alps one day and can’t woo the girls because he’s tainted by diaper fame?  It’s a possibility, right?

Then, while I was in Oregon, a friend emailed me this picture she took in an Austin store:

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Whoa.  Premium absorbency!  Yes, it’s some weird photoshopped version of me.  My family wouldn’t believe I wasn’t exchanged for a mom stunt double.  Graham looks awfully cute, though.

So the questions now:  what’s the “special project”?  Is this it?  Or will someone else find a picture of us in a magazine or on package of some sort?

Whoever spots it wins first prize: a chance to babysit the feral, broken-armed, model-boy.

potty training may have to wait a bit

“Call the emergency clinic and see if they’re open.  There’s something wrong with Graham.”

That’s not the kind of call I like getting from Rob.  He did add that Graham was relatively okay… but not before I had nearly collapsed into a heap on the floor.

So here’s the story:

The day after the kids and I came back from Oregon, Rob took them to see some live music.  I stayed home and prepared for two wonderful hours alone in my own house.

Meanwhile, the kids were listening to the band and dancing like crazed mini acrobats. Suddenly, Rob heard a thump behind him.  He turned around to see Graham on the ground.  Violet looked horrified.  Graham stood up, doing that no-sound-scream thing.  Rob could see immediately there was something wrong with his arm.  It was bent.  He whisked the kids into the car, stopped for some ice to put on the arm and started the drive home.

That’s when I got the call.

I got ready and went outside to pace in the driveway while I waited for them to pick me up.

And waited.

And paced.

And waited.

Twenty minutes later I called.  Rob had been pulled over about a half mile from our house.  Yes, he was speeding.  (Hello?  Speeding to take his injured son to the doctor!) The police took FOREVER to assure themselves that Rob is not a kidnapper or child abuser.

By the time they  finally arrived Graham was cheerful again.  Still, he couldn’t move his right arm or fingers.

The waiting room at the clinic was packed.  But Graham and Violet happily played with the toys there, even though Graham’s arm dangled pitifully at his side.   He couldn’t even pick up Nunu.

Violet gave us her  version of the incident.  After all, she was the only one who saw it.  Apparently she was giving Graham a horsey ride on the dance floor.  Then she stood up.  When she looked down, Graham was splayed on his stomach.  (She demonstrated)  Ooookay.

We could tell Violet was stressed because she could not stop putting her fingers in her mouth.  She was worried (and maybe feeling guilty?) about her little brother.  But we just couldn’t watch her ingesting clinic plague every time she had a nervous thought.  Enduring heart-wrenching protests, Rob took her home to put her to bed.

More waiting, then Graham got called in.  More waiting.  Then X-rays, for which he was amazingly compliant.  He marched through the clinic, declaring loudly, “I have a big owie on my arm!  Mommy gave me a lollipop!”  More waiting.

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Yup.  It’s broken.  Both bones in the right forearm (ulna and radius, for those of you interested).  He got a splint.  The doctor explained that they don’t cast broken bones at the clinic and no one will do it the next day because it’s Labor Day.  But no worries, she said, he doesn’t need a hard cast right away.  (Wha?  Ack! We’re letting a 2-year-old run around with an unfettered broken arm for a couple days?)

It was very late when we finally headed home.  I had an anxiety-ridden time getting him into and out of the car seat, and into his PJs without hurting him.  I heard him whimpering during the night, but he actually slept better than us. How would we survive the next couple days?

Stay tuned for the next installment in our broken-armed adventure….

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27 months

That’s how old Violet was when Graham was born. And that’s how old Graham is right now. This blows my mind on many levels… and I can’t really explain why.

Maybe it’s just that Violet seemed so huge when we brought him home…that when she saw him for the first time she gasped and demanded gleefully, “I want hold him!”…  that she seemed so sure of her role as big sister…. that  she has always insisted on not being treated as a baby, even when she was one.
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And maybe it’s that if I brought a new baby home today, Graham would scream in his room for about an hour, then say something linguistically astounding like: “Is it okay if I hold him? He’s our new baby. Violet is older than me, but I’m older than him. I think he needs a diaper change.” Or that Graham has always insisted on being treated as the baby, even when he wants to be a big boy.

What I can explain is that I have two equally amazing and challenging kids in two completely different ways. Pretty dang cool.dsc_3417

5:30 a.m.

That is what time they woke up the morning after their first double-twin bed slumber party adventure.  Here is the wreckage:

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Father’s Day.  Awesome.  Not surprisingly, Graham had no trouble taking his first ever nap alone in his big-boy bed.

2nd night: Asleep by 9pm instead of 10.  Graham woke up screaming at 2:30am  This was my biggest fear.  How would Violet react to Graham’s scream-for-20-minutes-before-sleeping-MO?  So I tip-toed to the door and heard Violet,”What’s wrong Graham?” “I scared.”  “Did you have a bad dream?”  “Yeah.”  “It’s okay.  It’s still night, so you can go to sleep again.”  “Okay, goodnight.”   WHAA???  Okay, so they actually chatted for 45 minutes and then fell asleep.  But still.  No mommy involvement needed?  Rock on!

3rd night: 10 million trips to the bathroom.  Slept 9 to 6.  (Instead of their usual 8-7)  Graham took a 5 hour nap.

4th night: More of the same.  We removed the rocking chair for good (sigh… wipe tear).  Violet actually took a nap.

5th night: Tried to put them to bed an hour earlier.  They still stayed up until 9.  Woke up at 6:30.

6th night: They ripped the coat rack off the wall.  Slept 9 to 6:15.

7th night: The bickering turned into fighting.  Screaming.  Crying.  We threatened to separate them.  They didn’t seem to like that idea.

8th night: After a warning to stop the fighting, we pulled the plug.  Violet slept in the playroom.  They wailed like we were removing their limbs, then fell asleep in 5 minutes… and slept until 8 a.m.!

9th night: Moved their beds 3 feet apart.  Put bed rail on Graham’s.  Slept 9-6:30.

10th night: Excuses for coming out of the room:  1) pee 2) water 3) owie 4) Graham farted

11th night: fight fight fight fight… slumber party over.  Violet woke up at 4:30 a.m., crawled into bed with Graham, got uncomfortable, tried to leave, “Violet, stay with me a little longer.”  “Okay Graham” snuggled with him for a bit then asked him if it was okay to leave.  He let her.  No parental involvement needed.  Okay.  Cool.

12th night: Slept 9-6

13th night: Slept 9-6

14th night: asleep by 8:30!  Slept until 7! Is the two week mark really the turn-around point?  Could this be getting better?

15th night: NOT getting better.  pee, fight, change diaper, sing, fight, sleep 9-6:30

16th night: they pulled the sheets off Violet’s bed and knocked the mattress half off the box-spring in order to make a slide.  Slumber party OVER.

17th night: Begged me to let them sleep in separate rooms.  BEGGED ME.

Isn’t this supposed to be working by now?  Everyone is exhausted.  Exhausted!!  WHEN IS IT GOING TO START WORKING?

We may be very screwed.

it was bound to happen sooner or later

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Violet gave herself a haircut.  In fact, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened sooner, actually.

Snipping the hair off all her toys is just about the only activity that will keep her occupied for longer than 10 minutes.  So I’m all for it.  I walked out onto the porch last Sunday where she had been trimming the stuffed kiwi bird and discovered her holding this in one hand…

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…scissors in the other and looking at me with a mix of fear and excitement.   “I wanted to have hair like yours!”

Well.  Geez.  She SO knows how to play us.

I’m just happy she didn’t do this to herself:

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Off to the salon.  No barber shop this time. And NO LOLLIPOP.

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It does look awfully cute.

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The scissors are now hidden.

Feral Boy

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Associated Press Release

Scientists around the world are baffled by the seemingly overnight transformation of a sweet, happy, angelic, amiable toddler to a demanding, grouchy, hysterical, selfish volcano of ear-piercing screams.  This occurred shortly after his second birthday.

Authorities warn anyone coming into contact with this volatile creature to exercise extreme caution.   The causes of his excessive mood swings are under investigation, but so far seem to follow no logic or pattern.  The shrieking has been recorded at decibels  higher than any other human sound ever produced.  Prolonged exposure to these screams will result in brain damage.  The length of these events were previously thought to have been impossible for humans, while still maintaining a functioning metabolic system.   DO NOT, under any circumstances, look the animal in the eye while he is in this dangerous state.  Do not speak to him.  Do not touch him.  Back away slowly and leave the room.

Recent studies have shown that placing a bowl of food or cup of water near his door many reduce violent tendencies and shorten outbursts.  Training programs and Post Traumatic Stress Counseling have begun for his sister and her parents.

Everything is on hold!

The slumber party saga will have to wait.  For now I’m on a mission.

acs-logoHere’s the deal:  I’ve spent the past two years working on opening this dual language immersion school.  To say it has been an uphill battle is an understatement.  Along with the usual personality conflicts, we’ve got the “You’re in America!  Speak American!” attitude to contend with.  (To which I have to say, “DUH.  Of course we want everyone to speak English.  We just want Americans to catch up with the rest of the world and learn another language when it’s easy: as a kid!  If you’d stop thinking the U.S.A. is at the center of the universe for one flipping second you’d realize that we’re putting the ourselves and the country at a huge disadvantage.”)

Well, the good news is that on July 16th, we may have our last chance to win a charter for Austin Community dual language school.  For those of you not in Texas, the government here puts a cap on the number of charters (don’t even get me started on the idiocy of that policy).  The only way we can get a charter is to wait for another one to fail.  The problem for us is that the dual language programs really only let kids join in kindergarten or first grade.  Violet starts kinder next year.  So the clock is ticking.  She may not get another shot at this.

To me, this issue is so important we’ve considered moving from Austin to somewhere that offers a dual language immersion education.  It just boggles my mind that every parent in the country isn’t beating down the school board doors to demand this.

But I digress.  I could digress all day.  So I’ll stop and ask you to help Violet and Graham have the chance to learn another language so they’ll be able to tell secrets right in front of my face.  Or get really really good jobs in the future. Here are 4 ways to do it:

  1. Donate $10. The State Board wants to see money in the bank. Just ten dollars from all of our supporters would boost our bottom line quickly. Keep in mind that a) we are a non-profit, so your donations are tax deductible and b) many companies match non-profit donations, so check with your employer. (Paypal button here)
  2. Spread the word. Send 2 people (or more) information about ACS. Link them to our website, our Facebook & Twitter accounts, or give them our flyer. Keep in mind that our content is in Spanish and English, so don’t hesitate to contact Spanish speakers.
  3. Send the State Board a letter. Tell them you want this school. Use our form letter or, better yet, your own words. (see below)
  4. Come to our presentation! July 16th at 1 p.m. in the Room 1-111 of the William B. Travis Building. We need to show the Board that ACS has community support. Having a group behind us during our 10 minutes will tip the decision in our favor. (click here for the map).

Thank you Thank you!!

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(send the following to sboesupport@tea.state.tx.us)

Dear State Board of Education Members,

I am very interested in having Austin Community School improve our educational choices in Austin. This dual language (DL) and international baccalaureate (IB) school brings two highly effective educational programs together to develop all students—regardless of their home language and economic status– into English- and Spanish-speakers who can read, write, and work in both languages. The IB curriculum supports DL by equipping students with the skills to learn and acquire knowledge, individually or collaboratively, and to apply these skills and knowledge across a broad range of areas. ACS students become life-long learners, who are well prepared for college and our changing global workplace. Many universities require the ability to think creatively and problem-solve but also call for a second language. In addition, multiple language fluency is increasingly required to work in business, the military, the government, or education.

Children from diverse backgrounds, ethnicities, and races will work together in the same classroom at ACS, becoming resources for each other. This program is based on the ideal 50/50 enrollment of Spanish- and English-speaking students. Research proves that African-American, Latino, and Caucasians from all demographics who have completed dual language programs become academically and conversationally fluent in Spanish and English, graduate, and go on to college at high rates.

Facts About Dual Language (DL) and International Baccalaureate (IB) programs:

  • DL and IB schools employ specially trained high quality teachers
  • ACS replicates long-successful European and Canadian DL and IB programs
  • Public DL programs are now offered and successful in most major cities in the USA including San Antonio, Dallas, Houston, El Paso
  • DL students exhibit increased cognitive skills and self-esteem
  • Longitudinal studies show DL dramatically increases state test scores
  • Only DL closes the achievement gap for 2nd language English-learners
  • DL is more effective for students below grade level than remedial ESL programs
  • DL is structured to accommodate the fact that we learn languages best as children

I want a DL IB program for the future of my family, Austin and Texas.  Please vote for Austin Community School on July 16th.

Sincerely,

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It’s so crazy, it just might work.

The Plan: Move the kids into the same room for the summer.

The Reason: Trip to New York in July.  Trip to Oregon in August.  They’ll be sharing a room.  Graham’s too big for the portable crib.

What we’ve done so far: (will the end result be blissfully rested ready-to-travel children and parents?  Or screaming messes?  Stay tuned for the exciting ending…)

Step 1:  Weekend slumber parties.  Some failed.  Most were “successful” in that grouchy-tired-and-screamy-for-the-next-24-hours kind of way that happens when kids fall asleep at 9:30 and wake up at 6:00.

Step 2:  Got the big boy bed and brand-new fantastic star sheets (way to choose cool bedding little dude!)

Step 3:  Put the bed in his room for a week (tried not to worry it was only used for jumping)

Step 4:  Sent children to Granny’s house all day (thanks Granny! ).  Tore apart both kids rooms and the garage (100 degree heat).  Broke down crib (shed a few tears).  Reassembled Graham’s room into The Bedroom: dsc_2701and Violet’s room into The Playroom:

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Step 5:  Went out for ice cream.  Thought about all the ways in which this scheme could fail spectacularly.

Step 6:  Welcomed kids home.  Graham was wailing, having been woken from his car-nap.  He wandered into his room, flipped out at the change, screamed and hid in the my closet, shrieking, for 30 minutes.  (a good snuggle while watching a “Goodnight Gorilla” then dinner and he was okay).  Violet was thrilled about the new set-up.

Step 7:  Tucked them in.  Held our breath.  The screaming stopped quickly and the bouncing on the bed began.

Step 8:  Changed diaper.  Repeated Step 7.

Step 9:  Violet ran out to pee twice and asked for water once.  Graham stayed in bed.  (Whaaaa???)

Step 10:  Now we’re listening to them in the monitor.  They’re laughing, discussing sleep and how mean we are that we’re not giving them any more water…. It’s all quiet now… will it last…?

To Be Continued….