With birthdays past ( and i can't believe i didnt even have time to do a proper bday post for either girlie...sheeeesh), and basketball complete (BEST SEASON EVER!!), things will slow a tad...just a tad...until middle school soccer starts. And I think tryouts are next week. I will enjoy having Maddy home in the afternoons for a few days. When it comes to Madge, I take what I can get these days.
Which reminds me of a Maddy story.
Yesterday morning Maddy woke up at 6:30 am (unheard of) and came upstairs with a look of panic on her sweet, tired face. She held up her left hand and said, "I fell asleep with my ring on and now it won't come off."
Now this ring is a big ole silver monogrammed ring. Hand Picked. All her girlies have them. Maddy got it for her bday and she loves it BUT it's a tad too small. I had her try on my rings and I thought I was getting the right size, BUT Maddy is 2 inches taller than I am. Bigger feet. And apparently bigger hands. So I have been telling her I will get it sized but she's been dying to wear it. Which is ok..sometines...on her left hand ring finger..when her hands are cold. SO she was wearing it in our cold basement that gets cold enough to freeze your fingers a size smaller than normal.
THEN she fell asleep in it.
I said, "It will come off. Let me see it."
I tried to hide the horror on my face when I spied her fat swollen knuckle. She had obviously been pulling on it for a while already. I gave her an icepack to hold. Made her stand outside in the 30 degree temp for 5 min. Then made her try lotion.
Full on panic set in. "MOM!!! WE HAVE THE BIGGEST GAME OF MY LIFE TODAY. I can't wear this in a game. IT HAS TO COME OFF. GET IT OFF!!!!" (not worried about her finger. just the game.)
So I say, "Fine. But it's gonna hurt. Give me your hand"
I pulled. She screamed.
I pulled some more. She started to cry and crumbled to the floor. Mostly from fear but also from pain. I felt it give a little as the lotion got all up under the ring and started to work it's magic.
I gave one last twist and yanked hard as I prayed to God that I wouldn't rip her finger off.
Finally, it popped off and went flying across the kitchen and slammed into the kitchen window.
I checked her hand.
Finger still attached.
I checked the window.
Checked Maddy's face.
She stood with tears streaming down her face and said, "GOD THAT HURT. Thank you GOD that I can play today. Thank you so much Mommy."
Sweet baby face. I wonder if she will ever wanna wear that ring again??