30 April 2006

baby, it's time to get back to the basics of love

Spring tripped over itself and turned into summer quite suddenly. Or so it seemed last week as we began to melt around the edges. So we dug the kiddie pool out of the garage and filled 'er up. I know Hazel's butt must have been sore the next day, because her big kiddie pool thrill was jumping into it and landing on her rear over and over again for a half hour or more. I took pictures while she caught air repeatedly.

I should have been slathering her in sunblock and shooing her into the shade instead of taking photos. If you look closely at the pictures you can see her skin being singed and her eczema switch flipping on. I DID use sunblock and this sun and water play did happen during the early evening. I thought we were being pretty safe, but she turned up red the next day and has had alligator skin ever since.

The whole eczema thing is weird to me. Until recently she had that baby smooth skin that is so yummy, you just touch it and touch it. Then she started getting red patches on her wrists and elbows. Now and then she gets them on her sides, back and ankles. We feed her omega-3 rich flax seed oil, bathe her in vitamin E and we have (mostly) cut out cow's milk. But apparently a day in the sun negates all of that. This dry thick crust develops all over her body and it's itchy. "Don't scratch!" I admonish her. "I'm just rubbing," she says with wide eyes. Then she tries to hide in a corner or under the covers where she thinks I don't know what's going on. I hope she outgrows this. I don't think it's fair that she might not get to spend summer playing in the sun. I spent $11 on a bottle of lotion with three eczema battling testimonials on the side. Wish her luck.

10 April 2006

labor fruit

We've been busy pushing up our shirtsleeves and getting the lettuce planted

and the easter eggs colored.

Kissing and giggling, making messes and cleaning them up. Laughing and getting snippy. Some of us think it's just so much fun to douse ourselves in water fully clothed, even if we'll catch our death of cold. Some of us think it's pretty stinking funny to throw breakable objects at the exact moment that our mothers tell us to put the objects down. Some of us crumble to the floor in a wailing miserable mess just because we're not allowed to watch Elmo's World marathons. Some of us are lucky we're cute, you know?

The rest of us are tired. Most of the time it's a happy tired, and sometimes it's more tired than that.

Today was a good day. Spring is breaking through. We've been spending more time outside and we've all been more energetic. The additional energy has really added a new dimension to Hazel's capabilities. She's less interested in eating and more interested in prodding us about like show horses. She makes a multitude of demands and meets our resistance with various responses. The hardest to resist is, "Please, want to play with me, please?" in her bestest wheedle. "Want to decorate Easter eggs with me?" We're teaching her all sorts of rhymes and now we shout through the house, "Oh my goodness, Oh my dear; Sassafrass and ginger beer; Chocolate cake and apple punch; I'm too full to eat my lunch!"