scrapbook and journal

I took more photos at lunch today. I hope my orchid lasts a long time, I love it.

I am so glad I left early. When I got home, a man was delivering this. It is my first orchid! Now I have to ask all the hort and softscape guys at work how to take care of it.
I love it.

Yesterday evening a huge tree fell on my neighbor’s house. It’s so sad because he had completely renovated it this year. He was not home at the time thankfully . This evening, Charlie and I walked up to see the damage and shot a short video.
It’s so nice to walk Charlie without a leash. He is being really good about staying out of the road.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mwsm8M-8PYE

Yesterday we had so much fun in one minute and we were racing towards the hospital in the next. Thank god it wasn’t anything too bad, but it was neccessary to go to the ER nonethless.

We had visitors and were playing, the children were painting and made things with paper which, of course, fell on the floor. But at one moment my son fell, he slipped because of that paper on the floor and hit his head on the table. We heard that terrible sound of head-hitting-something-hard and Max crying right away (a good sign!). I could reach him very fast, took him in my arms and covered his eye with a cloth and something cold. My father was also there (he’s a nurse) to tell us to go to the hospital: Max had a cut above his eye that was too deep and had to be treated.
My husband raced to the hospital and on the way my son started to babble again (also a very good sign) and only was pretty scared when he had to be examined and treated: that cut had to be glued. So, nothing too dangerous, but still scary.
Later, when both children were in bed and we sat with my father, my hands started to tremble when I thought about it again… and what could have happened.

As for Max: he is fine now, only complains that this band-aid is hurting him. But he’s Mr. smarty-pants again, telling everybody about him getting that terrible, terrible wound.

So, I became a brunette today. It took Carina 4 hours to do this. I should have done this years ago. Now to figure out how to take care of it. If any of you girls color your hair and have advice, please PM me :)

Oliver Twist and the neighbor cat, Meow Meow, have been staring at each other for the last hour or so. This is new because she used to hiss at him, but now I think she likes him.

I’ve been listening to this today. I am posting it here for me and Tartsy to share. :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtVEPzLT9mw

Yesterday I received an e-mail from a very old friend of mine. We studied together and once were very close but we both moved away and lost sight of each other. But we’re still in touch; once every few months we’re speaking on the phone or write an e-mail and attach some pictures of our children.
I was so happy to find a mail of her again, because I had lost her adress and thought that I would have lost her now that we’re moving. I also saw a picture of her two little boys (they are about the same age as my children are) and read about how they are doing. ...I knew that they had allergies, problems with walking and learning and that they were still constantly researching about the boy’s conditions. But the way she wrote about them now I had the feeling, or at least the hope, that they were all doing a lot better now. So I wrote back right away and joked a little about little children’s snotty noses and bruised knees and about the parents sharing it all. But I wasn’t prepared for her immediate reply and for writing that a snotty noses resulted in scarlet fever or a bad bronchitis for the four of them and a bruised knee in an operation on both legs for her eldest, because his sinews were too short. In addition to that, the boys have trouble learning due to brain damage and show behavioural problems…
In short, my dear friend is always and exclusively busy with the health of her sons, their therapies, the doctors and with finally getting diagnosed correctly. Of course, I feel sorry for her but I also admire her for everything she’s doing and for trying to give her sons a life that is as normal as possible.

...And I am fussing about moving and jobs and keeping my children busy…

So now I want to write back and I’m not sure yet what to write. I am so lucky to have those two cute and very healthy children I don’t have to worry about constantly. I have a few ideas for her for the boys and will attach some coloring pages I’m sure they will like.
Well, I’ll think of something, to show my compassion but to not pity her too much. I bet she can use some distraction.

I found this on the construction site – in our house actually. It was so funny and I had to take a picture of this. It’s just good to see the builders also have a little fun at work.

Yesterday I found this postcard in my mailbox, it is from the the one and only Mr.Creed http://www.43things.com/person/mrcreed
Thanks dear!