Halloweek

The week before Halloween on Wednesday night, our friends Barb and Gavin Feller had us over to carve pumpkins.  Gavin is seeking a PhD in Communications at the university, Barb is on my volleyball team, and they have a 14 month old son named Miloh.  There was one week when I saw Barb for approx. 5 days straight at volleyball, playgroup, downtown, VB practice, Books for Babies, Farmer's Market, etc. so I figured we had similar interests. She figured I was following her around like a weirdo.  So, we are friends now.  Woohoo!  I got a great picture of the Fellers' backs.

 

 Brian made a Kitty Bat. To the Cat Cave!

 

Glooooowing.

 

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     The next night, as Brian and I were preparing some delicious fish tacos, baby got fussy for attention.  So I picked her up to console her and held her on my hip as was figuring out what to put the black beans in....then Scar let out a big cry.  She had cut herself on the open can lid, and I felt like a dummy.  Nothing is worse than when your baby gets hurt. Often I picture my baby falling off a balcony while I'm holding her or getting clobbered by one of the pans I placed on the counter, and it is the eeriest feeling that makes me shutter. Maybe these visions are a part of my mom-mechanisms- to analyze the safety of the room and protect her from harm. I wish I had foreseen her cutting herself on a sharp can lid.

     She was bleeding like crazy and the cut was pretty severe for her little baby finger, so I held the wound closed while Brian calmly and swiftly figured things out.  The nearby clinic was closing in half an hour so we scrambled over there while I kept pressure on her finger.  Scarlett fell asleep soon after we started driving, little sweetie. When we arrived to the clinic, they told us they couldn't see her because she was 4 days shy of 6 months old.  We were a little bummed as we headed to the ER, but not mad, the cut-off has to be somewhere, right?   The Medical Resident (who happened to be from Orem, Utah) cleaned and glued her flapping finger tip shut.  I think Scarlett hated that her hand was being held immobile more than any pain she felt, more stubborn than sad.

 They put tape across the tip of her finger where they glued it.  Despite our careful efforts, she chewed/ripped the tape and glue off that same night and it started bleeding again.  We fixed it ourselves with a band-aid and athletic tape and that seemed to work.  Dr. Mom and Dad right here.

 We had to change it once or twice a day or she would do it herself.  It was stressful, but I'm happy to say that its completely healed just a week and a half later.  Babies are amazing little suckers.

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      That Saturday we had our ward Halloween Party.  I was granny, Brian was the wolf, Scar was Little Red Riding Hood.  Yeah, we didn't really get the story right.  The wolf is supposed to dress up as granny and say things like, "The better to eat you with my dear" but oh well, I'm proud of them regardless. We put our costumes together in 20 minutes, because we slept in so late.

 I poured baby powder in my hair, and it smelled great.  Some people told me they didn't recognize me.  I mean, what a complement on a day like Halloween!

 I just drew a wolf-kitty face on Brian with eyeliner, and I asked him a couple weeks ago to start No-Shave-November early for his wolf persona.

 That's Barbara F. in the background.  Hey Barb!

This Halloween party had it all.  There was a chili cook off, cookie decorating, a costume parade, photo booth, and a trunk or treat. "The better to celebrate with my dear."

My mom purchased and customized this rad Little Red Basket for Scarlett.  Consequently, there were no questions asked who this girl was dressed up as.

 We were part of the costume parade. Miloh is a puppy.

 

 On the real Halloween it was rather wet, so we just walked around the Feller's apt. complex because there are a gaggle of cute children that live there. We even got ourselves some candy, and I found out I'm a big fan of Mott's fruit snacks.  Hurray for Holidays!