Friday, April 18, 2014


If somebody put a cast like this on my leg, I'd sit myself down. Or I'd crawl into bed. I'd wait it out.

I certainly wouldn't drag it around the room on my hands and other knee. I definitely wouldn't try to stand on it.

It's bent! It's hard resin! You can't stand on it. Oh. I see. Well, I guess you can...

Babies. They just don't stop. I wonder when I became so limited/limiting of myself.

Some of it, however, is this child. She just doesn't stop. She's tough. She's not going to whine and mope. Her brothers weren't quite as tough. Still aren't. In fact, in the last 24 hours, they have BOTH, INDEPENDENTLY tried to convince me that they, too, need a cast. Mattias's toe is about to fall off and Noah's elbow hurts a lot. Just in case you were wondering.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Broken Leg

First of all, thank you for all your well wishes for Trixie. Today we got it in to see a pediatric orthopedic about her foot/leg. The diagnoses? An occult fracture of the tibia. The tibia is the shin bone. An occult fracture is when initial X-rays doesn't show a break, but X-rays taken several weeks later will show remodeling of the bone. Have you ever heard of such a thing? It kind of sounds like Fritz's experience from decades ago, doesn't it?

She's in a cast from her mid-thigh to her toes for about 19 days. Her leg is bent; in theory, she can crawl. In reality, it's more like she can drag around her stiff casted leg in a crawling position. She spent this evening trying to get used to it.

It could be a very long 19 days.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Tales of First Steps

On Thursday, Trixie was taking 6-8 steps all by herself. Walking.

On Friday, Trixie tumbled down about 6 stairs and hurt her leg. Or her foot. It's hard to say. She stopped standing on her left foot. She was certainly not walking. She was whiny and uncomfortable, but there were no physical signs of injury beyond the whining and one-footed-balance. I took her to the doctor. He ordered some x-rays. They came back negative for fractures, a piece of information that I take with a grain of salt, knowing how hard it is to see fractures in the mostly cartilage (bones) of a baby. Fritz broke his arm when he was five and the breakage was only found, remodeled, when he started having trouble at age 40. Sigh.

We were sent home, with instructions to give her pain killers, and keep an eye on her over the weekend. Well, the weekend has passed. She's no worse off, but she's not much better either. No walking, just balancing on that right foot and left toe. Crawling, once again.

The story's not over yet. We're still watching and waiting.

But I am reminded of Mattias' first week walking. He had – he HAS – this strange habit of letting his tongue hang out of his mouth. The first week he was walking, he fell. His two little teeth on top and his two little teeth on bottom? They bit through his tongue. His tongue wasn't completely severed, it was just a tongue with a big slice in the middle of it. There was a lot of blood. We took our first ever trip to the emergency room. Somehow, his tongue grew back together. But I always wonder if his love of spicy food is related to this incident.

When I was just walking as a baby, I fell on some concrete and took the brunt of the fall on my face. My mother swears there was a large piece of flesh missing from the tip of my nose. On the up side, it grew back; on the down side, I still have a rather sizable nose.

I'm hopeful that the end of Trixie's leg/foot tale will have an unremarkable conclusion. 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Spätzle. Party.

This weekend, Fritz had some colleagues over for a Spätzle Party. Never heard of a Spätzle Party? Me neither, I think it was totally his own invention. Spätzle is basically german noodles: flour, water, eggs - um, I think that's it. There are different regional methods for making spätzle. Fritz made Bavarian spätzle, his colleague made Swabish spätzle. Both were very good. I suggest wikipedia if you want to know more about spätzle.

What I was actually thinking about, however, was more the party and less the spätzle. Every time we have people over, it feels like a really big deal. Seriously, this party was on Sunday and we spent the whole weekend cleaning. By the time the party began I wasn't just tired, I was a little annoyed thinking about all the things that didn't happen because we'd been in party prep mode all weekend. I wish I could just shrug it off, let people into our house in all its messy glory. I do shrug off the mess – somewhat – with the neighbors. But parties feel like they need more formalization, thus the cleaning. Also, there were other people cooking in the kitchen, so cleaning out the fridge and the spice cabinet seemed important.

Once, when we had a few family friends over, shortly after Trixie was born, they were really impressed by how clean the house was. These families were generally younger and smaller. And I think our clean house almost scared them. Something about the situation, or the way their comments were expressed, caused me to think in retrospect that they thought our house ALWAYS looked like that. And strangely, neither Fritz nor I felt like it was appropriate at the time to say, "No! We spent all day cleaning!" But we did. I just want to confess: we ALWAYS spend at least all day cleaning if we have a party/planned event. I'm really looking forward to the time when this is not the case. The question is: do I need to learn to relax about the state of the house? Or is my fussing legitimate and it will be less of an issue as the kids get older?

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Real (Estate) Improvements

Last night, I dreamt that I found a pair of realtors walking around inside our (fenced-in) yard. They wanted to know if we wanted to sell our house. This is not entirely far from reality, as lately I've been approached twice by realtors while gardening in front of the house. I guess the available housing inventory in our neighborhood is pretty low. Still, it was strange to dream about it.

I've come a long way since August of last year, when I was ready to move. This week, we signed a purchase agreement for solar panels, which makes me all sorts of happy. Also, my aunt is helping us put in a new, more xeriscape street lawn grass at the end of May. I love planning things to do! I love the anticipation! Having plans really keeps my spirits up. Of course, if there's anything we're learning, it's that the trouble is when it comes to actually EXECUTING said plans. Fortunately, on the solar panels, someone else is installing them for us, so we can at least be certain that in the not-so-distant-future, there WILL BE solar panels.