when we last left...

Lynn was having his boulder blasted into dozens of baby boulders, I was whining about not having any time to make anything (but I did make my little flower sprite stamp and notecards for Regina's swap), and not much else was happening out of the ordinary.

Well, fast forward a couple days and we find Lynn passing gravel like a champ, I've had a momentary lapse in judgment (of time and space) and applied for a booth at the Denton Main Street Association's Dog Days of Summer celebration (which is JUNE THIRD. What was I thinking?!!) and Caleb woke up Monday morning with his left eye swollen shut.

I took Caleb to the doctor first thing and she surmised it was "possibly" some kind of bite. She wrote him a prescription for amoxicillin and gave me instructions to administer Motrin and Benedryll and also on what to watch out for for the rest of the day. We took Logan to his class, picked him up and then went to lunch and ran errands. All seemed okay. Caleb went down for his nap and then woke up to his eye swollen shut again, pinker, with the swelling expanding beyond his eyelid, toward his nose (that area between the side of your nose and your eye? His was swollen up even with his eyelid.) and the pink was travelling under his eye. So, freaking out, I call the doctor again, she says to bring him back in pronto. We do. She looks him over again and tells me, "we're going to give him a shot of Rocephin (a super antibiotic) and it really hurts. We're going to split it into two syringes so it won't hurt as much." Two shots later and some seriously heart wrenching sobbing, Caleb was back to normal. Except for the residual (feigned) moans of pain...pitiful, I tell you. He wanted to be picked up and carried out to the car until he realized his bum would hurt and then he insisted on walking "like a big boy because my butt's hurting me."

I am happy to report the swelling is almost gone, still lots of pinkness, but he has six more days of antibiotics to take so hopefully by the weekend he'll be all better.

Logan has been such a champ through all of the medical drama we've been having here at the Lyons' den. Thank goodness. He's been very busy reciting his phone number and address, writing his name and writing groups of letters together and asking, "what does this spell?" I asked him to draw a picture to include in his thank you note to Aunt Patty and he drew a self portrait. I love it!



I also managed to make a stack of notecards, carve a new stamp (for more notecards and collages) and take an inventory of what I already have on hand to sell at the Dogs Days of Summer. I still need to buy a table and tent! I don't have a sign! We have company coming this weekend! Yikes!