Warning! Warning!!! Orange Hawaiian Punch

This product should come with a BIG WARNING LABEL! In the past we have had problems with a kid and red Hawaiian Punch. Since that kid avoids this beverage I did not think any more about it. Until last Wednesday night. Now I think this product needs warning labels on it. The evening started pretty innocently, a kid went to a function and a snack was served. The snack was cake and orange Hawaiian punch. This child had never had this drink before. When I picked up the child they were pretty wound up, but sometimes they are so I did not think much of it. After we were in the car for about 5 minutes the kid was talking a mile a minute. I kept telling said kid to settle down, but it just was not happening. When we got home the kid was running in circles, talking fast and blinking their eyes. I was like "what is up with this?" Their behavior continued to get more and more bizarre. They were shaking all over talking fast, their eyes were very dilated and blinking fast and they were running in circles. Their right leg was shaking the worst. If you held the leg still the left arm went wild. If you held the wiggling pinky still, the thumb started swinging around. After about 10 minutes of this I was loosing it. My sweet DH came in and asked if maybe we should give said child some Benadryl? I said "YES" great Idea because clearly this is an allergic reaction to something. I gave some Benadryl and lots of water. It was hard to get water into the child because they kept spilling it down the front of themselves. About 1 hour after we gave the medicine we left the child on the sofa in the dark with a blanket and pillow. It only took about 5 minutes for them to fall asleep. Thankfully it was over, but it was very scary! Only once before have I had a child this out of control and that time they were also hallucinating. That time I took them to the ER and they got Haldol. This time the kid was happy. VERY, VERY, VERY happy! The word MANIC could discribe the behavior. Scary!

Saturday Morning Cookies

I'm watching a child of mine make cookies. This cookie baking experience has been very amusing for me. The child making the cookies is very carefully measuring out the ingredients. They needed 3/4 of a cup of firmly packed brown sugar. It could not have been more packed if it wanted to be. Than, when the cup was not quite filled to the top I assured the child it was enough sugar anyway. The salt measuring was cute too. They needed 3/4 of a teaspoon of salt. A 1/4 measure was used but the salt was heaped up on the spoon. Now all the kids are tasting the batter to make sure it is good. I have the oven set to 350 degrees for my bread. Since the recipe says 375 for the cookies I told the child that just like the cookies would be fine with a not quite accurate sugar measurement or salt measurement it would also be fine with a not quite accurate oven temp.

Oh, No, Mr. Bill

Oh, wait wrong show.


Welcome to Marla's Urgent Care. Where you find fast friendly service dished out with only mild sarcasm and a lovely topping of guilt. Someone here was very happy that I'd bought a melon today.

They took my biggest knife in their little hand and attempted to cut it up.They were doing a really good job when all of the sudden I heard clunk, thump, "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH".

I dropped what I was doing and headed quickly to the kitchen. The very smart youngling had been taught some basic first aid so they were already at the sink running water over their hand, still screaming.

Upon investigation the cut was deep and on the side of the knuckle. Knuckles are really a bad spot for a deep cut. We held it with compression for a while and it was still bleeding. I was thinking it was going to need some help. Every time she moved her finger it opened back up. I taped a napkin around it tightly and we headed out to the urgent care place. There was a LONG wait. Of course this happened at 4:55 and the family doctors office closes at 5:00. By the time I got past their stupid answering service they were closed.

When we went up to the desk I asked if they had glue for a cut. I was told no they used steri strips. "OOO YEA" Happy Dance here! I had forgotten about steri strips. So we left the urgent care and the at least 2 hour wait to head to Walgreen's and buy steri strips. We also got a finger splint to keep her from moving it. I did mention that if it was still bleeding later I'd have to reconsider my treatment. Five hours later it looks fine. I did not peel off the Band-Aid but I did not see any blood on it. This is where I learned my technique. Thanks Scalpel!

Can I Save?

“Can I save?” Is probably my least favorite question in the entire English language. Every time I tell a kid to put away the game boy, get off the PS2, game cube or computer I get the same question. Now you would think that is an innocent question, but the sneaky truth is that is a very complicated question to answer. Since I can’t seem to keep track of who plays what game I never know if saving the game is going to take 30 more minutes of playing. I understand that when you have just beaten a boss or a level you don’t want to have to repeat your work just because your mean mom tells you to “TURN IT OFF”, but when I the mom tell you to turn it off I feel frustrated by the fact that you ALWAYS ASK THAT QUESTION. Tonight I sent a kid to bed early, because they were very tired. I checked on them and found them reading a book. Than 2 hours after lights out I walked past their room and heard their voice. I did not know they had a game boy with them. When I went to confiscate the game boy I was asked the question. “NO!” Why do I feel like the bad guy when I say “no?” On second thought, don’t answer that.

Exam Gloves

What do you get when you hand a kid exam gloves and say go clean the bathroom? You get a wet family room floor. How? Because, the kid will go get other kids and they will fill the exam gloves with water and make multiple trips through your family room with dripping exam gloves until you tell them to “STAY OUTSIDE.” Why do you need exam gloves to clean the bathroom? Um, because there's an 8 year old boy in the house.

Just Another Day in the Kid Trenches

Someone went out to swing.
Than I heard the call "*MOM*"

Could you guess what was in her hair?

OK, well accually it was this.