Gramma = Alien?

My poor little girl's eye is swollen shut... again.

I brought her indoors last night at the very, very first sign of bugs, but I guess that wasn't soon enough.  She woke up around 4am crying and Ken went in to see what was wrong and found her with her eye swollen completely shut.  It's about 5 in the morning right now, and she can't sleep, so I thought I would let her hang out in bed with me and watch cartoons.  In the meantime, I figured that while I've got the time, that I would document all of the completely bizarre things she's said since she woke up.  She must have woken herself up out of a deep sleep because she's been saying some really wonky things!

When I went in to see her, she showed me her eye and said:

"Mom, I had the craziest dream.  There was this alien, Gramma, and she used the future.  She was on the lawn, with some bacon, and took some air and threw it at a dog."

I honestly had to look away and bite my fist to keep from laughing!  She seemed so distraught about her eye and the dream that I didn't want to make her feel worse by laughing at her.  I'm sure Gramma will be thrilled to hear that she starred this dream.

So, we moved her into bed with us, and I went downstairs to get her some medicine for the swelling.  Fortunately, she has been referred to an allergist for her reaction to bug bites, but that isn't until later this month, so in the meantime our pediatrician has prescribed Kaycie something to use whenever this happens.  Tonight is our first time using this prescription, so I hope it helps.  My fingers are crossed!

When I came back to bed, Ken said to Kaycie, "Tell Mommy what you just said to me."  Then she looked at me with her one good eye and said, "It is night-o-clock right now, but soon it will be day-o-clock."  We just had to smile about that one... it was cute!

Fast forward to daylight hours, as I actually did get some sleep, and now we're all puttering around the house getting ready for Ken's sister's birthday party.  Kaycie wandered into the kitchen when she woke up and looked at me (again with her one good eye... poor girl!) and pointed to her good eye and said, "This eye's brother is sick."  How can a kid with an itching swollen eye still manage to be so sweet?!  Then she points to her swollen eye and says, "This eye is sick, and his brother is worried about him, so he is keeping him company."

I love her so much.  Then she came over to see Knolan, and he took one look at her and pointed at her eye and burst out laughing.  At least Kaycie thought that was funny... thank goodness! 

Anyway, she seems to think that the remedy for her swollen eye is to go give her Auntie Julie a pretty present with a pretty bow on it, so we'll go with that. 

And some Benadryl!

She's Crafty

I'm a night owl... big time.  I do everything after 10pm... grocery shopping, cleaning, emails, bills... and making fun stuff!  Every few years I'll go through a spurt of manic crafting, where I'm up late into the night crafting away at some new project hoping I won't get caught by my husband.  This may sound strange, but I can explain. 

My husband is much, much more sensible about sleep than I am.  I've always wished I was more sensible about sleep, but I just can't seem to help myself.  I find that when I fall into one of my craft-till-you-collapse phases, I hear myself saying crazy things to Ken like:

"I promise, I'll come to bed soon... I just need to cut out 5000 2"x2" squares of scrapbooking paper" or, 

"I swear, I'll be there in 10 minutes... I just need to put 5 coats of sealant on this thinger." or,

"I know that it's 11 o'clock and you're tired, but is there any way you could do me a teensy favour and take me out to the garage and show me how to use the miter saw so I can cut about 18 equal sized cubes from this 4x4?" 

At which point Ken's eyes bulge out and he attempts to explain to me that we have neighbours who might not understand my obsessive need to have these cubes cut so close to midnight, and can he please show me how to use the saw tomorrow, and please try to come to bed soon... he misses me after night four of Craft Marathon 2010. 

So, I send him off to bed, promising to be there soon, and then try to focus on just getting one more part of my project done so I can go to bed too. 


...and then I think I can squeeze in one more step.

...and then I realize that if I do this other thinger, I might not have to stay up so late the next night.  If I work fast, I can sneak into bed while Ken's asleep and he'll never be the wiser!

...and then it's 3am and I jump a FOOT off my chair as I hear footsteps coming my way and then see Ken's tired eyes looking at me from the staircase.  Busted!  I drop everything and come to bed.


I should say... I have a great husband.  He totally gets me and understands my wacky ways, but the poor guy doesn't want to sleep alone for the rest of his life either!

Soooo.... this all leads me to my latest crafting adventure.  I saw the cutest handmade laundry room sign on another blog called How Does She? and I was dying to make it.  I didn't know where to get a wrought iron hanger for it, and I don't own one of those snazzy craft cutting machines, but I was determined that I could still make one.

And I did!  I am soooo proud of this sign! Check it out:

I have 'loads of fun' staring me down as I type this.

Yes, yes... I see you.  I'll deal with you later.

Isn't it cute!?!  I figured out that I could just cut my scrapbooking paper to fit my printer and print the words right on the paper instead of using the vinyl pre-cuts, and I just bought a cabinet handle from Rona and used it instead of tracking down a blacksmith to make me a wrought iron hanger.

I am SO proud of this sign!

Anyway, I should mention that it's a good thing I'm a night owl some nights.  The only reason I'm able to sit and leisurely write this blog post this morning is that both of my kids are still asleep and it's almost 10am. 

Why, you ask?  Because last night was an epic night-long symphony of the never-ending cries of a teething baby, regular bizarrre calls into the night from our 3 year old (my favourite was the 3am request that Ken go and put our Christmas tree up), and the frustrated sighs of my husband who, like the good guy that he is, teamed up with me to make it through the night.

Ok... off to deal with my 'loads of fun'!