Snow and Stitches: A Flinger Holiday Story

29/Nov/2010

Get ready for a boatload of snow pics. This one? My backyard.

Wow, y’all. Was that a week or what?

boy in snow

The week started out as usual. Monday morning came with the furry of gathering children to breakfast, rushing them to dress and hurrying out the door. The snow started just hours later and by noon, [all of Seattle] I was in a mass panic to get to Sea-Tac in a [blizzard] light snow storm.

Snowman

With my parents secured, already bragging of 80 degree weather the day before in Houston, we managed to safely (SOMEHOW) get back north. Let me tell you, it was life-threatening snow flurries! Or very small flakes! Either way, I managed to navigate the treacherous freeways. (No, seriously, just watch the news if you don’t believe me. What? The news exaggerates more than a sixth grader talking about the size of his penis? Hu.)

ER trip #2 for LB

My daughter managed to trump the snow in her pursuit to be more like her mother. While dancing in the living room, as she does, her socked feet slipped out from under her and she crashed, chin first, on the hardwood floor. Blood, tears, and screaming soon followed. Oma, having gone through this three times with her own young daughter, a very young me, quickly assessed that stitches would be necessary. Mr. Flinger and I took our sobbing six year old to the ER where we thanked netflix mobile for hosting Astro Boy, which kept her calm and quiet before the doctor could make it around. “Seven stitches!” he declared. And so began the fixing, cleaning, stitching up of my young daughter. She bravely sat, big blue eyes wide, and held our hands. I remembered being in her position, at six, looking up at the bright light above me, the doctor working, and the kind nurse telling me I could squeeze her hand as hard as I wanted to. We will have matching scars now, my daughter and I. (And apparently most of facebook, according to your chin-scar-stories. Thanks for taking that uniqueness away from me. I thought I was the only one with stitches on my chin. But what’s that? You only did it once? Oh, I did it THREE TIMES. That’s right. I win teh ugly chin! Take that, facebook.)

fun

Aside from that, the family arrived, the food was prepared, the snow was thrown, the wii was used, the booze was drank. The turkey may have been dry and the green beans a bit stringy, but the cranberries were delicious and the yams were mashed by my cousin and aunt. The women gathered in the kitchen while the men talked history. The children played and spilled things and another year of memories began in our new house.

And now, let the holiday season begin.

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Comments

  1. Awesomeness. (The holiday, not the stitches. smile

    By Colleen - Mommy Always Wins on 2010 11 29

  2. So glad she is OK with 7 stitches. That is major!

    WTH on the SNOW?!? I was in a bikini sipping margaritas by the pool Friday. OK OK so I was asleep, drooling with my mouth wide open after Tex Mex and margaritas with my fam while the heat blasted and we waited in the car for my husband to buy toilet paper.

    No really. I am a partier like that!

    By Jamie on 2010 11 29

  3. Awwww…your daughter is so sweet. My daughter was only 3 when she was running in socks on the hardwood floor and fell breaking her arm. Darn those hardwood floors! She’s six now and we have carpet, much to my dismay. I love your tale of the holiday! Good for you and thanks for sharing it with is and including pictures…very familiar and heartwarming. Happy holidays!

    By Austin DUI Lawyer on 2010 12 02

  4. Awwww…your daughter is so sweet. My daughter was only 3 when she was running in socks on the hardwood floor and fell breaking her arm. Darn those hardwood floors! She’s six now and we have carpet, much to my dismay. I love your tale of the holiday! Good for you and thanks for sharing it with is and including pictures…very familiar and heartwarming. Happy holidays!

    By Austin DUI Lawyer on 2010 12 02