Archive for April, 2008

Puppy love

Monday, April 28th, 2008

This is Ellie’s puppy. It is, shall we say, well-loved. Mangy, even. Puppy has had a series of operations due to failing body parts. Today it was her tail.

Isn’t that just the most pathetic little thing? She looks so sad. Surgery, however, is becoming increasingly difficult on puppy. There’s not a whole lot left to stitch together. But, I did the best I could.

It was touch and go for a while, there. But in the end (pun intended) I was able to get her back together. And it was so worth it.

We're it

Monday, April 28th, 2008

Our friend Christina meme-tagged us. If you’re old like me, you might have no idea what this means. Here’s the deal, straight from her blog:

1. Link back to the person who tagged you. (check)
2. Post these rules on your blog. (check)
3. Share six unimportant things about yourself
4. Tag six random people at the end of your entry.

Since this is a family blog, I thought I’d share some things about each of us. Let’s see…

  1. Micah likes to talk. And talk, and talk. Her recent favorite subject: talking. “God made me to talk a lot. Because I like to talk, because that’s how God made me. And I talk a lot. I’m talking right now. I’m talking about talking!”
  2. Ellie is ambidextrous, and has declared that she wants to be an author-illustrator when she grows up. Maybe she can write the stories with one hand and illustrate them with the other.
  3. Bethany has sight-read 900 words for her first grade class, and is trying to be the first in the class to reach 1000.
  4. We have a collection of over 260 glass-based (mostly, some are aluminum-based) radio transcription albums, and a custom 1940′s transcription turntable to play them on (if Tim can get it to work). All of it was inherited from my grandfather. The records live in a coffin-sized case, which we call Jaja’s iPod.
  5. I kill plants. It’s terrible. I’m so bad, I’ve given Bethany the job of taking care of my plants. I think a six-year-old will be more responsible about it than I am. Of course, I’ve promised to pay her a dollar a week if they live so she’s got some motivation.
  6. Tim has amazing hearing. He can hear things that I think only he and dogs can, like the sound the tv makes when it’s turned on but there’s no sound on. I can occasionally hear that kind of sound on a really old tv, but he can always hear it. He also sleeps with his eyes open. Freaky.

Now, six people to tag. This was hard, since I don’t have that many blogging friends! But here’s my list.

  1. Kristina
  2. Joe
  3. Emily
  4. Shannon and David
  5. Ingrid
  6. JR

Have fun!

A slight change

Friday, April 25th, 2008

I am moving our blog to www.cockingfamily.com (no /blog). If you use a feed reader to subscribe to our blog or comments, please unsubscribe from the old address and add the new one. And you might have missed my last couple of posts–click on “Home” above to catch up.

As it says in my sidebar, I just can’t leave well enough alone!

Mutant

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008

Heffalumps and…

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008

This is an actual conversation that took place at the dinner table.

Tim: Micah, what was your favorite part of school today?

Micah: Painting!

Tim: What did you paint?

Lisa: her legs…

Micah: My legs, and a picture, and… and a picture on the weasel!

(stifled laughter)

Tim: It’s “easel”.

Micah: No! We have a weasel in my class! We do! We really do! I painted a picture on the weasel!

Lisa: No, no, it’s called an easel. A weasel is an animal.

Micah: What?

Lisa: It’s an animal, a small animal.

Micah: Oh, like in Winnie the Pooh, when he dreams he turns into a raccoon.

Tim: ????

Lisa: What?

Micah: In Winnie the Pooh, he dreams he turns into a raccoon!!

Lisa: No, that’s a woozle, not a raccoon. But woozle is a funny way of saying weasel.

Micah: Yes! a raccoon.

Lisa: No, a woozle. Which is like a weasel.

Tim: But is not like an easel.

My brain hurts.

Bethany's baptism

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008
Bethany was baptized last Sunday, April 13 at Bethune Beach. Click on the image to go to my online photo album.
Bethany’s baptism–4/13/2008

Ouch.

Tuesday, April 1st, 2008
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(Edit: I just found out we were on another station, too. There’s a much better video there. Click here to see it. The related article is here.)

In case you couldn’t catch the audio over the chatter of the kids, that was Micah at the beach today after being stung by a Portuguese Man o’ War. Poor kid. You can also see it at the tv station’s website. Here’s the story.

It was a great day for the beach. The kids are on spring break, so we planned a beach day with some friends at Cherie Downs Park in Cape Canaveral. The weather was great, around 80 and partly cloudy, breezy. The waves were perfect for the kids–breaking big really far offshore but rolling in at about knee level. We were having a great time splashing around, the girls jumping over the waves as they came in, Micah running up to the beach and back down into the water. After we’d been in the water for maybe half an hour, I looked up to see Micah reaching for a pretty purple thing floating on the water: a Portuguese Man o’ War. I screamed at her, “DON’T TOUCH IT, MICAH!” and started running toward her, but too late. She’d been stung.

I grabbed her out of the water and carried her up to the beach where our things (and friends) were. She was screaming by this time. We asked a few people around us if they knew what to do. A woman came up to me and said she’d already called 911; her son had also been stung.

So the woman and her son and Micah and I went up to the parking lot to wait for the EMTs, while my friend Kristina stayed with Ellie and Bethany and her girls on the beach. The EMTs were very kind. One tended to the other boy, who was about 10 I’d guess and had been stung across the stomach. The other took care of Micah. The treatment: vinegar (the EMT told Micah it was salad dressing). He pulled the still-stuck-tentacles out of her leg and poured vinegar on all the stings, which were on both legs, both hands and arms, her chest and her face. She was a little trouper through all of it, though she did say that she never wanted to leave our house ever again. The EMT said he’d seen adults crying more from Man o’ War stings than she did.

Video teams from one two of our local tv stations followed the EMT truck in. They said they were there doing segments on the rip currents and beach hazards, and asked if they could film Micah. When the EMT was done treating her, they asked me a few questions as well. And we made the 5:30 news! When they showed the teaser for it, which was just a shot of some Man ‘o Wars (Men o’ War?) washed up on the beach, Micah cried and hid behind the couch. Poor thing.

Did you know that the toxins from a Man o’ War can be transferred from one person to another? Well, they can. In picking Micah up and carrying her, I also got stung on the chest. I can tell you, it’s not a pleasant experience. I can’t even imagine being covered with it like she is.

She’s doing pretty well now. Most of the stings have faded, although she has a pretty good welt on her leg where she got hit the worst, and some red spots where the other stings were. It hurts her to put tap water on the stings (the EMT warned me that it would), but I’m hoping that by tomorrow that will be better.

I think in the future I’ll keep a bottle of vinegar with our beach things, and always take it with us. Meat tenderizer is also supposed to help–I think I’ll get a bottle of that and toss it in as well. Live and learn, I guess.

Another edit to add: the tv reports keep calling them jellyfish. Man-o-war are not jellyfish, they’re quite different. Follow the link above to some basic info about them.