Wednesday night.
Oct. 27th, 2011 12:13 amI felt very proud of myself tonight when I realized that I hadn't opened pinterest today at all, and was thus way behind, because I was actually DOING something! I am making Evie a Halloween costume, for she wants to be a pretty princess. She had three things she wanted to be, and finally she settled on a dragon. I told her that I didn't know if I could pull together a dragon costume, and so she easily moved on to princess. I think it's the right choice, as that's what she pretends to be most. (Dragon?? Seriously? She is the girliest girl pink glam princess child I know. Remember how when I was pregnant, we were all "oh, we won't be all pink all the time?" Yeah. Don't ever say that crap because you will end up with a little girl thinks everything in the world would be prettier if only it could be pink. Where did she come up with the idea of being a DRAGON?) If she had been set on a dragon, I'd have tried to come up with something, but I was really not looking forward to it. Her third option was Pippi. I wanted her to pick that one because we HAVE most of the costume put together--Farfar and Farmor gave her one for Octobermas, actually. And i was really looking forward to doing the braids. But... I could tell that she wasn't super-thrilled with actually being Pippi and I was afraid that if I pressed her into it--I could have, I'm pretty sure--she would have changed her mind at the very last minute and it would have been very dramatic.
Anyway! I have the bodice done except for the puffy sleeves and neckline. I wish I could wake up tomorrow to find that magical sewing elves (or maybe![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
reebert. She's kind of like a a magical sewing elf. Only, probably not magical. Or an elf. She's good at sewing anyway!) had popped in to complete those two parts for me, for I am dreading them. I'm having a lot of fun. The skirt is halfway done, too, so after the two unmentionable parts, it will hopefully go by pretty quickly. The excellent thing is that this will be a pretty grand addition to Evie's dress-up box, even after Halloween, so I am taking great care to make it sturdy. Well, as sturdy as something made out of satin can be. And, something even more excellent? My goal has been to spend a dime on this outfit, or to run to Joann's, and unless something completely unexpected happens, then I'm going to make it. I went to a yard sale sometime in the last year where I bought a huge amount of fabric, sheets and handmade baby blankets for eight dollars. There was one piece of fabric that was something like ten yards long, and nearly a full storage tub full of novelty fabrics in assorted colors. So.. I had a really great base to start with or I wouldn't have been able to do this. I've never made a Halloween costume for Evelyn before, even though I've always wanted to be the mom that makes the costume instead of buying one. Maybe it will be the start of a new tradition. :)
Or, I'll be so sick of it by the time I'm done that I will be pre-ordering something from Disney next year. Whichever.
My mom is having some trouble at the moment. One of her legs/hip is not working. It can be moved, but she can't move it or put weight on it. She finally got an appointment with her doctor today after a useless trip to the E.R. earlier in the week. Her doctor only works on Wednesdays and Thursdays. How does that sound for a good workweek?? Anyway, she has to go for an MRI on Friday. The doctor thinks it's something in her spine. I'm hoping they figure something out that will help her out. She's had a lot of pain lately in the back/hip region. Since her doctor wasn't in, she was going to go to a walk-in clinic on Monday, but when she called, she was told to go to the E.R. instead and not to the clinic. That's why she ended up there. They did an x-ray of the hip, and then the P.A. who ordered the x-ray comes in. She takes her sock off, but doesn't touch her foot otherwise, and poked at her leg a couple of times but did not do any other sort of examination, and then diagnosed her as just fine. "But, I can't walk!" my mom points out. "Oh? Well, how'd you get in here then?" the P.A. asks snarkily .... "In a wheelchair." The P.A. smirks and says, "Well, how'd you get to the car?" And my mom answers, "...with a walker." She didn't have much to say to that, except to inquire as to whether Mom wanted an order for a walker. No, you dimwit, she HAS a walker. (Leftover from someone else, not her usual method of transportation.) I mean, what the heck? I can only assume that she thought Mom was there with some kind of invisible pain so she would be prescribed some pain meds. The prescription meds thing is really bad around here. She gave her a prescription that Mom didn't ask for or fill (long story, but last month, she came down with shingles, and also required a tooth pulled, probably as a result of the shingles. It was located on the nerve in her jaw, and the tooth was bad to begin with, but agonizing because of the nerve it was sitting on. So, she got pain meds from that, and she didn't take any of those either, due to a tremendous fear of becoming addicted to pain meds. Not that this is important, but I guess I just wanted to clarify that my mom is not jonesing for medication here.. quite the opposite.) Oh! And after the PA told her that she was actually fine, according to her x-ray? She then says, "You can't tell anything from an x-ray. You need an MRI." ... WTF? Apparently they can't order one from the E.R., only x-rays, but it does look like she'd have been a little less irritating in her diagnosis at least if she knew that you couldn't tell anything from an x-ray? Or? I swear that the hospital in my hometown is full of crackheads and imbeciles. Dr. Google and I could team up and provide better medical care than they do! And clearly, Dr. Google and I make an excellent medical team! I mean, just look at how pregnant I am right now!
*crickets chirping*
...yeah, okay, point taken. Awkward.
(For the people who skim: I am not pregnant. It was a bit of sarcasm. Please don't congratulate me.)
I totally bribed my child with candy for breakfast tonight. I feel vaguely guilty, but it was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing. She's gotten really bad at calling for us as she's laying there trying to go to sleep, so tonight, when I tucked her in, I explained that she needed to break that habit, and if she managed to fall asleep without calling for us for the usual nonsense, she could have some marshmallows with her breakfast. Guess what? Not a peep out of her. I'm going to have to think of something other than sugary snacks. I hate bribing her with food. It feels wrong. Do you ever consider the fact that you're a decent human being, and yet did not have a sanitized childhood experience such as that we are giving to our children? Or maybe I am extrapolating from my own childhood and the things I have anxiety over with my child. Like.. you know, I could have Pop-Tarts for breakfast when I was a kid, but usually, I didn't even eat breakfast. (Which is worse?) Sometimes I got spanked, and I deserved it more often than it happened. My parents didn't care how much television we watched and although I know I had to wash my hands, it was not with the same zeal as I make Evie wash hers. I turned out alright. In fact, I turned out awesome. ;) Sometimes I really do worry that we are overparenting our way into madness. Or maybe that's just the part of me that bribes my child with marshmallows speaking.
Anyway! I have the bodice done except for the puffy sleeves and neckline. I wish I could wake up tomorrow to find that magical sewing elves (or maybe
reebert. She's kind of like a a magical sewing elf. Only, probably not magical. Or an elf. She's good at sewing anyway!) had popped in to complete those two parts for me, for I am dreading them. I'm having a lot of fun. The skirt is halfway done, too, so after the two unmentionable parts, it will hopefully go by pretty quickly. The excellent thing is that this will be a pretty grand addition to Evie's dress-up box, even after Halloween, so I am taking great care to make it sturdy. Well, as sturdy as something made out of satin can be. And, something even more excellent? My goal has been to spend a dime on this outfit, or to run to Joann's, and unless something completely unexpected happens, then I'm going to make it. I went to a yard sale sometime in the last year where I bought a huge amount of fabric, sheets and handmade baby blankets for eight dollars. There was one piece of fabric that was something like ten yards long, and nearly a full storage tub full of novelty fabrics in assorted colors. So.. I had a really great base to start with or I wouldn't have been able to do this. I've never made a Halloween costume for Evelyn before, even though I've always wanted to be the mom that makes the costume instead of buying one. Maybe it will be the start of a new tradition. :)Or, I'll be so sick of it by the time I'm done that I will be pre-ordering something from Disney next year. Whichever.
My mom is having some trouble at the moment. One of her legs/hip is not working. It can be moved, but she can't move it or put weight on it. She finally got an appointment with her doctor today after a useless trip to the E.R. earlier in the week. Her doctor only works on Wednesdays and Thursdays. How does that sound for a good workweek?? Anyway, she has to go for an MRI on Friday. The doctor thinks it's something in her spine. I'm hoping they figure something out that will help her out. She's had a lot of pain lately in the back/hip region. Since her doctor wasn't in, she was going to go to a walk-in clinic on Monday, but when she called, she was told to go to the E.R. instead and not to the clinic. That's why she ended up there. They did an x-ray of the hip, and then the P.A. who ordered the x-ray comes in. She takes her sock off, but doesn't touch her foot otherwise, and poked at her leg a couple of times but did not do any other sort of examination, and then diagnosed her as just fine. "But, I can't walk!" my mom points out. "Oh? Well, how'd you get in here then?" the P.A. asks snarkily .... "In a wheelchair." The P.A. smirks and says, "Well, how'd you get to the car?" And my mom answers, "...with a walker." She didn't have much to say to that, except to inquire as to whether Mom wanted an order for a walker. No, you dimwit, she HAS a walker. (Leftover from someone else, not her usual method of transportation.) I mean, what the heck? I can only assume that she thought Mom was there with some kind of invisible pain so she would be prescribed some pain meds. The prescription meds thing is really bad around here. She gave her a prescription that Mom didn't ask for or fill (long story, but last month, she came down with shingles, and also required a tooth pulled, probably as a result of the shingles. It was located on the nerve in her jaw, and the tooth was bad to begin with, but agonizing because of the nerve it was sitting on. So, she got pain meds from that, and she didn't take any of those either, due to a tremendous fear of becoming addicted to pain meds. Not that this is important, but I guess I just wanted to clarify that my mom is not jonesing for medication here.. quite the opposite.) Oh! And after the PA told her that she was actually fine, according to her x-ray? She then says, "You can't tell anything from an x-ray. You need an MRI." ... WTF? Apparently they can't order one from the E.R., only x-rays, but it does look like she'd have been a little less irritating in her diagnosis at least if she knew that you couldn't tell anything from an x-ray? Or? I swear that the hospital in my hometown is full of crackheads and imbeciles. Dr. Google and I could team up and provide better medical care than they do! And clearly, Dr. Google and I make an excellent medical team! I mean, just look at how pregnant I am right now!
*crickets chirping*
...yeah, okay, point taken. Awkward.
(For the people who skim: I am not pregnant. It was a bit of sarcasm. Please don't congratulate me.)
I totally bribed my child with candy for breakfast tonight. I feel vaguely guilty, but it was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing. She's gotten really bad at calling for us as she's laying there trying to go to sleep, so tonight, when I tucked her in, I explained that she needed to break that habit, and if she managed to fall asleep without calling for us for the usual nonsense, she could have some marshmallows with her breakfast. Guess what? Not a peep out of her. I'm going to have to think of something other than sugary snacks. I hate bribing her with food. It feels wrong. Do you ever consider the fact that you're a decent human being, and yet did not have a sanitized childhood experience such as that we are giving to our children? Or maybe I am extrapolating from my own childhood and the things I have anxiety over with my child. Like.. you know, I could have Pop-Tarts for breakfast when I was a kid, but usually, I didn't even eat breakfast. (Which is worse?) Sometimes I got spanked, and I deserved it more often than it happened. My parents didn't care how much television we watched and although I know I had to wash my hands, it was not with the same zeal as I make Evie wash hers. I turned out alright. In fact, I turned out awesome. ;) Sometimes I really do worry that we are overparenting our way into madness. Or maybe that's just the part of me that bribes my child with marshmallows speaking.
