Today

Today Mommy and I went to our usual doctor's appointments. Everything went well--blood pressure was excellent, no weight gain for two weeks (!), sugars looked really good. So let me tell you a funny (I guess you could say funny) story about what happened when we got home.

On the way home, Mommy's sugar was starting to get a little low so she was in a hurry to get home and get a drink of juice and get supper ready. She called Daddy when she was about 10 minutes away and asked him to put two pounds of ground beef in the microwave to defrost. Daddy was on the phone with Auntie Julie, so he was probably not paying complete attention to what he was doing.

When Mommy got home she saw that the microwave was still running, so she got her juice and started to get everything else in the works for supper while she waited. Daddy and Amelia went outside for a minute to look at a swarm of pelicans, meanwhile the microwave finished defrosting. When Mommy opened the door, she couldn't help but yell a little. She said, "John, how long did you put this meat in for?" He said, "I did the defrost for two pounds." Mommy said, "John, this is only ONE POUND of meat!" The meat was definitely defrosted, but also a little bit cooked all around the outside. Daddy said, "I'm sorry, I thought it was two pounds, I was on the phone and I guess I wasn't paying attention." He went back outside with Amelia and Mommy, who was awfully frustrated at this point, went stomping off to get another pound of meat to defrost. She flung open the basement door, and started down the steps. On about the second step, she lost all footing and landed right on her big bottom. When she fell, she flung her arms up in the air to try and catch herself, which totally backfired. She ended up riding the stairs down at least 4 of the 10 steps, and scraped the heck out of her left arm and a couple of her fingers on the textured wall. Now she was really ticked. She went and got the meat and stomped back upstairs. When she got upstairs she noticed the extent of the arm scrape and told Daddy that she needed him to help her clean her wounds. Daddy said, "What happened?!" Mommy said, "Oh nothing, I just fell down the steps trying to get the meat."

Mommy and Daddy cleaned her wound and she let it air out throughout supper because the touch of the bandages hurt too bad. Every time Amelia saw Mommy's arm she would talk about "Mommy's ow-wie!" Finally after putting Amelia to bed tonight Mommy could stand to put some Neosporin and gauze bandages and a lovely hot pink wrap on her arm to cover the wound overnight. It is still quite sore, and she's not looking forward to the questions tomorrow at work, but fortunately, she is doing alright otherwise.