The Butcher in the Family

I have so much to write about lately, and some new photos to post, so be sure to check back here. I don’t have time to do it all right now, but wanted to add a story about our little Hannah. The other day I was making cookies (and by the way they turned out pretty good in spite of our wacky little oven) when I turned around and started talking to Hannah. She was waving her hand around saying, “Haw, haw” (that’s hot, hot). I thought she was talking about the cookies and said yes that’s right sweetie. Then I realized that her hand was all red. I went to get a closer look and noticed that she had cuts on top of her middle and pointer fingers. It was bleeding pretty constantly and didn’t look very deep or jagged, so I tried to just pinch it to stop the bleeding. She hated that and pulled her hand out of mine and kept poking at the cuts with her other hand trying to figure out what was going on. She wasn’t crying or upset except when I tried to squeeze her fingers. I watched it and started to get a little freaked out because it wasn’t stopping. My mind was racing, “what time is it? I need to get Emma to a ballet practice and then the family to the church for the talent show, should I just take her straight to the doctor’s office or go to the ER? I wonder if she will need stitches…” Then I got the idea to call my neighbor down the street who has 5 older children and is a nurse. I asked her to come take a look and tell me if I needed to worry. She came over a couple of minutes later and we got some band-aids wrapped tightly around it and put a sock over the top so she wouldn’t pull the band- aids off. That seemed to work, and no doctor visit needed! Thank goodness for great neighbors. I’m still not sure what Hannah did. I think she may have gotten a hold of some scissors that were on the counter. She can work the step stool like a pro, and is so quick… The very next day I was helping one of the older kids clear the table after dinner and turned around to see Hannah with a steak knife in each hand. She must have grabbed them off our plates when we weren’t looking. As if this weren’t scary enough, she was poking one of them into the plug socket!! Ahhhh, that curiosity of hers is trouble.