Island Tidings: School’s Out, Cast’s Off, Hula’s On

Island Tidings: pictures and prose about our recent adventures on and off our tiny island
Thankfully, last week evaporated into memory.
The short of a long, long story is that Olive sprained her elbow and wrist badly.
It was dislocated for so long it became sprained.
She had been eating wood chips at a playground, I took hold of her hand, her wrist and said all done.  She kicked her feet high in the air, twisted her torso, dove into the ground in a fit from being told no, from being told to stop, from being interrupted, from being a year and a half old.  In this quick fit, quick body change and toddler tantrum with extreme gravitational pull I didn’t let go of her wrist and just like that her wrist, her elbow became dislocated.
Just.  Like.  That.
Nursemaid’s elbow.
Just.  Like.  That.
We couldn’t get a hold of an on-call Dr. so we called one at home.  Thanks, White Pages.
Luke was advised to try to reset her arm.  Well, he’s not a Dr. and it didn’t work out all that well.  Obviously.
Most of Monday night was spent with tears and a wish for a bridge to mainland, bridge to 24hr doctors.
All of Monday and all of Tuesday and even today has me feeling like the worst mommy.
Most of Tuesday was spent in our island’s emergency *suite* until, dissatisfied with less of an outcome and more a slew of nine x-rays and never-ending tears, we spent the latter part of  the day in mainland’s ER.  Our island’s emergency center did call the next day, to check up, to listen, to make it a more positive experience for next time.  That, I appreciate.  I left very angry and it’s nice they took note, took the time to follow up.
Oh, Olive.  Pure, heart-wrenching misery.  She clutched her favorite love-y Eagle, gave up on crying at the twelve hour mark and switched to whimpers and high-pitched squeals whenever her right arm was nudged, moved, bent or looked at.
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Poor baby Olive was so happy to get her cast, her sling.  Her tiny, hurt arm felt great immobilized.
Eagle was happy, too.  So glad her Great Grandma could carry Eagle back to us from her recent Alaska trip.
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A few days later, the cast came off.  Not soon enough for the babe who held her bad arm high in the air squealing all done, all done.  Turns out, Olive has the same defensive mechanism as an earthworm and healed her tiny arm from the inside out in three days.  If she was elderly, well, then it’d be a different story with many, many more days in a cast.
We got this front baby carrier for my bike.  Olive loves it, giggles in delight.  I love how it matches the steel blue of my vintage Schwinn and centers gravity.
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Even though Betty won’t ride her bike without training wheels when we leave the safe, magic aura of our home, we love our evening bike rides before dinner
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and sometimes to dinner.
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I continue to be amazed at what Betty can whip out in five minutes time.
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We continue to enjoy BBQs with friends at a playground by the sea.
So much swinging…
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So much laughter…
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So much to explore…
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A few Sundays ago, I ran a 10k with a fabulous mama-pal.  Luke volunteered to direct the sneaker-clad traffic with the girls by his side, cheering.  Betty grabbed my old camera before heading out the door, out into the first heat, first hint of summer.  Betty told me later she was

most excited to see you run by, but the purple flower and the sidewalk shadows and the big group of people weaving down the road looked like an ocean and it was all so cool and I’m so glad I had a camera.

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Even though we have two vibrant raised beds with a vast collection veggies and herbs, Lucy is most proud of her tiny strawberry plant within her class garden.  We visit often to sing, to water now that school is out.

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Lucy finished her first year of Montessori happily with a performance, a potluck.  She wasn’t really into the performance, saying later I really just like to sing and dance put on a show in my bedroom or in our living room.  Yup, just like Daddy.  
Lucy was smitten with the potluck.  She was so enthralled to be able to eat such a variety of foods she now begs to have a potluck for my birthday, pleeeaaassse.  When we entered Betty’s last day celebration, she promptly tugged on teacher’s arm and said, excuse me, where are the big long tables of food?  I can’t find them and I’m really sad about that.  
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Kindergarten came to a close and with the final days of her dream teacher by her side she wore sweatbands, even to bed.
We were so proud listening to her performance of all the lovely songs from her morning kindergarten year.  She later said, it’s so neat to perform with my whole class.  Together, we sound great and I like to look out at all the people, the whole audience.  Yup, just like Mommy.
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Betty has always wanted to ride on a school bus.  Luckily, her end-of-year field trip brought a busload of Kindergartners to a favorite beach, where she waded out into the rising tide with a favorite friend.
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I’m knitting this sweater with the yarn Betty picked out.  I can’t wait to finish it so, naturally, I’m having project ADD and I’m thinking and planning my next project.  Ugh!
I have to make promises to my fingers, promises to the little girl who wants this for the Northwestern chill in the evening air.
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I love Hula lessons.
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Lucy said it best,

Each move is like a word, Mama, that tells the story of Hawaii.  It’s really important dance.  

It really takes a lot to keep Lucy’s focus for an hour.
It takes the confidence she finds when her big sister is beside her.
It helps to have her sister’s good buddies there, too.
I never had a big sister, but each day I feel the power, the bond in watching my girls move through life.
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School’s out, summer’s here.
We vow to spend our days searching for the perfect rock.
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We vow to spend our days allowing our inner rock star to come out, even when no one is listening.
[Meg, I knew you’d enjoy this photo of Lucy screaming like she’s at a concert, groovin’ to her own rhythm.]
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Happy First Day of Summer.
Let out your inner rock star.

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