how to...
send a normally pretty laid back four, almost five, year old into hysterics: tell him there's a hole in his head. Allow me to explain...
This evening Caleb sidled up next to Molly and me in order to dole out "bed nite" hugs and kisses. As he was snuggled up with us I was scratching his head and noticed a bit of his hair at his cowlick was clumped together dreadlock style. Caleb yelped a little when I felt around the clump. I thought to myself, "fantastic. Where did he find gum?" I was fully prepared to start yelling at Logan for putting gum in his brother's hair when upon further inspection, Caleb had a bit of a hole in his head...a bloody, pencil eraser sized hole in his head. And instead of keeping my internal monologue internal, I blurted out, "Caleb! You have a hole in your head." Queue the hysterics. There was shrieking, attempted probing of the affected area, sobbing, just general freaking out about the newly discovered hole in his head.
At first he couldn't remember doing anything to cause a hole in his head. This lead to more hysterics...it must be aliens or monsters! In the meantime Molly is flitting about, chirping and chattering, trying to stack shit up in order to climb up onto the bathroom counter with her brother. Logan is looming outside the bathroom with a bit of that morbid curiosity seven year olds are known to have. All the while I'm trying to jog the patient's memory in an effort to figure out how this injury occurred. I assumed Logan hit his brother with something, but Logan claimed innocence without twitching and Caleb assured me that Logan hadn't bonked him on the head today. As I was scrubbing out the hole in Caleb's head the child finally remembered what he done to earn his cranial crater: as he tells it, he tripped over some of Molly's toys and hit his head on the kitchen wall. In my estimation he was probably monkeying around on furniture and hit his head on the kitchen wall molding at a mitre joint. It isn't a very deep wound, in fact I think he sort of scalped himself. I'll have to look at it again in the day light, but I don't think stitches will be in order. At least I HOPE stitches won't be needed. The drama!
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In other news, the gremlin residing in the kids bathroom has reared his ugly head again.
After all the hole-in-the-head drama I stepped in to take care of some personal business only to notice a splooshy wet towel on the floor. I wrapped up business, flushed the toilet and large quantities of water started falling out of the bottom of the tank onto the floor. I went to turn off the water at the wall and the water would NOT turn off...almost off, but not completely off. SHIT!!! I took a look inside the tank and it appears the rubber gasket things have disintegrated, which is odd considering I replaced them a while back. For grins I checked the other two toilets whose rubber gasket things are surely as old as this house and neither appear to have any disintegration issues. Freaking toilet gremlin. Of all the things we as homeowners have to deal with, plumbing is my LEAST favorite. Plumbing, I hate you. Except when you work and I can flush what needs to be flushed and take a shower when I want to. But right now? Right now you are on my list.
This evening Caleb sidled up next to Molly and me in order to dole out "bed nite" hugs and kisses. As he was snuggled up with us I was scratching his head and noticed a bit of his hair at his cowlick was clumped together dreadlock style. Caleb yelped a little when I felt around the clump. I thought to myself, "fantastic. Where did he find gum?" I was fully prepared to start yelling at Logan for putting gum in his brother's hair when upon further inspection, Caleb had a bit of a hole in his head...a bloody, pencil eraser sized hole in his head. And instead of keeping my internal monologue internal, I blurted out, "Caleb! You have a hole in your head." Queue the hysterics. There was shrieking, attempted probing of the affected area, sobbing, just general freaking out about the newly discovered hole in his head.
At first he couldn't remember doing anything to cause a hole in his head. This lead to more hysterics...it must be aliens or monsters! In the meantime Molly is flitting about, chirping and chattering, trying to stack shit up in order to climb up onto the bathroom counter with her brother. Logan is looming outside the bathroom with a bit of that morbid curiosity seven year olds are known to have. All the while I'm trying to jog the patient's memory in an effort to figure out how this injury occurred. I assumed Logan hit his brother with something, but Logan claimed innocence without twitching and Caleb assured me that Logan hadn't bonked him on the head today. As I was scrubbing out the hole in Caleb's head the child finally remembered what he done to earn his cranial crater: as he tells it, he tripped over some of Molly's toys and hit his head on the kitchen wall. In my estimation he was probably monkeying around on furniture and hit his head on the kitchen wall molding at a mitre joint. It isn't a very deep wound, in fact I think he sort of scalped himself. I'll have to look at it again in the day light, but I don't think stitches will be in order. At least I HOPE stitches won't be needed. The drama!
* * * * *
In other news, the gremlin residing in the kids bathroom has reared his ugly head again.
After all the hole-in-the-head drama I stepped in to take care of some personal business only to notice a splooshy wet towel on the floor. I wrapped up business, flushed the toilet and large quantities of water started falling out of the bottom of the tank onto the floor. I went to turn off the water at the wall and the water would NOT turn off...almost off, but not completely off. SHIT!!! I took a look inside the tank and it appears the rubber gasket things have disintegrated, which is odd considering I replaced them a while back. For grins I checked the other two toilets whose rubber gasket things are surely as old as this house and neither appear to have any disintegration issues. Freaking toilet gremlin. Of all the things we as homeowners have to deal with, plumbing is my LEAST favorite. Plumbing, I hate you. Except when you work and I can flush what needs to be flushed and take a shower when I want to. But right now? Right now you are on my list.
posted by Amy at 9:12 PM
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