I spent a good ten minutes trying to figure out if I wanted to write from the kitchen table, where I have write with the computer not on my lap, facing the open spaces that is our downstairs… or if I wanted to balance the laptop, a cup of tea, and keeping an eye on the dogs from my Grandma Holzbauer’s old white leather chair. Writing is about feeling and being in the “right” spot is helpful.
The chair won.
Cohen is still asleep, Scout and Piper are at my feet in the sitting room. Piper is cleaning her nails, lounging on their bed and Scout is nervously watching me, hoping we will soon be taking our morning walk, and David left 20 minutes ago to take Aaron and Beck to the airport. Cohen wanted to know last night where they were going. I told him Texas. He said, “no fair”. My sentiments exactly.
So aside from being ever so slightly jealous, I am trying to figure out how to tell you about the last days since I have written. A lot has happened. Let’s start with a funny story, ok?
We got chosen for the census. Sure we had filled out our surveys like good Americans, but then we were still specially chosen. When I saw the card in the door, I wasn’t sure what that meant. Well, Thursday evening I learned that it meant a nice lady was going to come in our home with a computer and ask me a series of overly invasive questions about categories including not limited to: our incomes, our debts, our spending habits (does anyone really know what they’ve spent on tooth paste in the last 3 months?!?)
In all fairness, she really was nice. Still there’s nothing like getting home at 4:45, groceries in hand and hearing a knock at the door. My plan for the evening had been to read to Cohen, make dinner, and do some cleaning before my husband arrived home an hour later than usual. What is they say about the best laid plans?
So, she put her computer station at my dining room table and I did my best to put away dishes and make homemade pizza with what was left of it. She asked me question after question and got a lot of “I don’t know” answers in between my responses to Cohen’s every need (kids always have more ‘needs’ when you’re busy, haven’t you noticed?) So at some point during the 2 hrs she was here, the pizza was done cooking. Where she was sitting made it particularly hard for me to open the oven enough to get something hot out of it, so I tried once and she scooted a little, but it wasn’t enough. So instead I turned the oven off and decided we’d just wait on dinner. After all, she was there and it would be rude to eat in front of her and likely she wouldn’t be able to partake if I offered… what I didn’t realize while I was debating the ethics of census bureau folks eating with the specially chosen was that in my first attempt to remove the pizza, a tomato had fallen off and began to sizzle at the bottom of the oven. After ten or so minutes the sizzle had turned to a burn and I could smell it. She moved over a lot then and I opened the oven…. smoke everywhere! I quickly shut the oven door, but the smoke detectors were going off in tandem within a few seconds….first the one downstairs and then a second later, the one upstairs. Had it not been so terribly piercing a sound and had she stopped asking questions for even one minute, I might’ve had one moment of thankfulness for their working so well.
I took a towel and waved it under the one downstairs, opened some windows.
I walked back into the kitchen and the steady stream of questions and it started up again.
I opened the door.
I walked into the kitchen it started up again.
I looked at the 11″+ ceiling in the family room and at the bar stool and decided to try to remove the battery. I was several inches too short. Then I saw Cohen’s little blue chair in the corner of the room. I must’ve been debating whether or not to do it for awhile because the really very nice Census lady quit yelling her questions across the house and brought her laptop into the family room to continue asking me about insurance and mortgage payments. I knew at that point I had to put an end to one of the annoying things going on. I put Co’s little blue chair on top of the bar stool and started to climb. I only got scared once I was on the very top, removing the battery. Oh God, please don’t let me fall and break my neck.
I didn’t fall, the ear piercing smoke detector was disabled, and the interview was soon over. I walked her to the door and laughingly said, “well you’ll have a good story to tell your husband tonight”. She smiled tightly and said “I will see you in 3 months”.
She got the last laugh.
You know what? I secretly I hope she has a census lady blog somewhere and has told of her crazy Thursday evening where the mom burned the pizza and set alarms off.
So that was Thursday. And then Friday must not have been eventful because I don’t remember it. Saturday David and I had our “6 week check up” with Pastor- awesome. I worked a few hours and then I picked up the dogs from my parents house. We wanted to get settled before we moved them in… we decided we were settled enough on Satuday. Then that evening my friend Kirstie brought over her adorable 4 month old son, Desmond, over for us to watch for the night. He is such a good baby… Cohen had a blast playing with him and trying to get him to talk. I dug out an old bouncy seat from the basement and Des loved it. Sunday at church he went back home with his mommy, much to Co’s disappointment.
Cohen was particularly grumpy Sunday at church (which church was AWESOME- church, not the grumpiness– post about it coming soon), so after eating lunch we took a walk to the park and played for a long while. We got home and Cohen laid down. He didn’t sleep long and he didn’t wake up happier, so we decided to just go for it… we had errands to run in Columbus.
We went to Target to get towel racks and other odds and ends with wedding gift cards (thank you!) and then we decided to stop at Trader Joe’s. We had done some shopping and I was pushing the cart and Cohen was riding on David’s shoulders to try and keep him happy. I had just grabbed a stalk of brussels sprouts when I saw Cohen grabbing at a very large produce sign above David’s head. Before I could warn him of what might happen, it happened….
Co tugged on the sign, which was loosely held to the ceiling by tiny hooks… the sign fell on David, throwing him forward and Cohen backward. Being that David is 6’3″, Cohen was up a good distance from the floor… the concrete floor. It all happened in slow motion, but no one could get to him before he hit the floor, head first. You’re not supposed to move someone who has a potential head injury, but though I am a CPR instructor, none of that occurred to me. I scooped a screaming hysterical Cohen up in my arms and they gave us a room off to the side of the store where I coaxed him into letting me apply ice to his throbbing head. We sat there for a few minutes, calming Co and letting the manager complete her incident report. We got out of the store and the only thing I could think about was how Natasha Richardson died after a minor head injury while skiing.
We strapped Cohen into his seat and I sat back with him. He said ice cream would make him feel better. David and I both chuckled nervously, glad to hear him sounding like himself. As we pulled through McDonalds to get him an ice cream cone, he got nauseous. We ended up on the grass beside the fast food joint, Co spitting and saying he didn’t know “how” to throw up. That sealed the deal…straight from there we went to the closest ER. They got us in pronto and we were relieved to hear the doctor say Cohen looked fine. No brain scan was needed since he hit the front of his head. Had he hit a few inches over to the side of his head, we’d likely have been there overnight, IV in, CT scans and monitoring of swelling and bleeding.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
So Sunday night he slept in our bed, we woke him every few hours to be sure we could, and by morning he was hopping around like nothing happened. Just like the doctor said, the bleeding has pooled down around his right eye, giving him quite an impressive shiner. But other than that, he’s unaffected. He and I stayed home yesterday and I tried to convince him to take it easy… which worked about as well as telling him to not mess with the very large produce sign *grin*
We will be leaving in a few minutes for school and work and there is an extra amount of thankfulness in my heart for the protection of God towards us…. in it all.
Happy Tuesday, friends!