Painted Pumpkins!

I love painting/carving pumpkins.
We decided we didn't want the mess of carving...but that we could handle the mess of painting. We have most of them done...there are two more in the works done by Matthew & Michael...but here are the finished products for the others.

This one is Elena's. She wanted something scary...
So she painted the Joker from Batman

This one is Mindy's. It's the clock tower from Cinderella...and the picture does not do it justice. the texturing she did...is nothing less than amazing.
and. last but not least...this one is mine. This is my sorry attempt at creativity...it was actually supposed to be a night sky scape with the spider web on the bottom...but when I did one of the moons I thought that it'd be funny to have the spider coming out of the pumpkin's mouth...and the pumpkin was going to turn into a bat...thus the fangs...but I got lazy & didn't want to paint anymore. ha ha...

More pumpkins to follow...they will be posted as soon as they are finished!

Teeth Trauma!

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/36372

So. I just want to put this out there...
maybe there is a reason I am not a mother yet.
and that is...

I just can't handle it...yet!

Well...Here's the story

I was called Sunday afternoon to cover at an in home daycare for a very good friend of mine. I need the funds, so I immediately accepted. Babysitting = easy.

We made these little birthday hats. Awesome, awkward, cute, and random hats with ribbion woven in, and glitter glue swirls. We had made them early in the morning, which by the way went extremely smooth...I even had a chance to sit the kids down and play the piano for them while they sang row your boat, and Mary had a little lamb. The Kids waited all day for the hats to dry so they could wear them. Finally after lunch, and after movie time...during nap time for some they were ready. While the kids had been in napping & having their afternoon movie I had made sure the kitchen was clean, and all the toys were neatly put away and ready for attack after afternoon snack. I carefully prepared the hats to be sized and glued together, so that the organized chaos of the 6 (very)youngsters would not take up too much play time. My plan was to get them on, and occupied with a small parade of musical instruments. While sizing up the hats one of the youngsters swung on the cupboard in such a way that he lost his balance, and regrettably face-planted into the linoleum floor. There was blood coming from his nose and mouth. My heart definitely skipped a beat. I rushed to his side to see if we needed to rush him to the hospital. His immediate reaction was to cling to me. When I was able to pull him away to look at his mouth I could see that much of the blood was coming from a fresh vacancy next to his brand new permanent teeth. My heart skipped another beat, and I picked his tooth off of my shoulder where he had been clinging. Luckily, it was not one of his new permanent teeth. After a few phone calls and some tylenol, and several otter pops I discovered that this tooth was indeed as I prayed a baby tooth that was already working on coming out.

I have never had anything like this happen while I was watching someone else's kids. EVER.

Panic. Worry. Stress. Slightly Panicked. Almost in tears. Empathy for the pain. Focus.

I am actually surprised I was able to keep it together as well as I did...The great thing about stress and other such reactions, is that you stop focusing on your own feelings, do not pass go, do not collect $200, Go Directly to needs.

And at that moment I needed nothing more than to help that child, but I wasn't even sure how. Other than to apply paper towels to the damaged areas, console the child, and call someone.

I am led to believe that this experience will most definitely come in handy when I someday approach the adventure of motherhood. I will know that otter pops are a sore lip's best friend. I will know to grab the paper towel as I am leaning down to the child, so that spurting blood does not leave teeth on my shoulder. I will know to expect the unexpected.

I may not be at the stage in my life where I can have children, but I definitely feel that I am wantingly or not being prepared. - "if ye are prepared, ye shall not fear"