Thursday, August 30, 2012

Bad feet bad temper, but whatever

She's been a super healer of late.
Nearly every sore she's had, has gotten under control very quickly.  All it took was a little extra zinc in her diet.  Not sure if that's it exactly, but shortly afterward it seemed we'd only have to watch a sore for a few days before the wetness had disappeared.

We'd taken another little trip back to our cabin and over the four days the only blister or issue Raquel had other then her attitude was elbow blisters from the drive north.  She didn't fall once and was able to walk most of our property without incident.  I can't tell you the relief this brings.  As this family heirloom is the one travel beacon where I've envisioned her being in the wilderness of sorts and thriving.  Thankfully this is the early reality.

Changes have been OK.
Other then pushing out blood from blisters on her heel we've had no issues.

Of course every second change we find something.  It's clear my early concern of not having any blisters has drastically subsided.

Her eyes are as bright as ever and when she's not demanding with fits what she wants, she's been gradually turning into the goofball her big sister is. 

I think the only weak link in the family is Ren.  The grumpiness that proceeds her return to work from holidays can be tedious to say the least.
I'm going to suffer for that one...  If there is a sleeping bear, I just can't help myself but to poke at it.

Been a wonderful summer.

Just the EB Congress in Toronto to go to with my buddy Moe.

Not exactly ready to let the sunny days go, but salmon season has swung into full flow, so it's a little easier to make the winter transition with the loss of light and general warmth ----
Till those beautiful stormy December evenings before the mountain opens and Cordelia and I trudge our way up the trails for a bumpy treacherous ski in marginal conditions on the yet to be plowed runs.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Fairy Wings from Santa

Cordelia and Jakob have a request that they want to ask of Santa for this Christmas.
They want fairy wings for the family.
Coco says it's so Raquel won't have to walk and hurt her feet.  She can just flutter inches off the ground and be free and quick to roam unhindered.

I had to ask her if Santa's magic and the elves ingenuity come through, will we then be able to all eat rainbows and poop butterflies?

Of course this comment then brought about some very graphic discussion on the actual mechanical problems of attaching wings, eating rainbows and my favorite part pooping butterflies.  It was pretty much agreed that they'd come out in their cocoons.  I think I've tainted Cordelia's ever lasting images of how cocoons come to be as they fall from the sky and get caught on branches.

Of course when the time is right or her schooling catches up to her fathers fables the truth shall be known.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

A glimpse of a couple weeks of fun

The cabin.
I forgot to picture Maria Wentzel's BBQ'd chicken.
Some where along her dinner making I was asked to ask if she needed help.
So I did.
Her response was that she had it under control.


I was then put into quick action to create a substitute chicken dinner in moments.

Once served it was clear no one was interested in the cancer ball but me with a camera and blog intentions.

Pressure to POST....

When nothing happens on this site it's because we're having too much fun enjoying life and each other.
We've just come back from the family cabin my dad and uncle built in 76.
At the beginning we had a bunch of friends up with their families and it was soo nice.
Memories of my childhood flashed with scenes of 6 or more children playing at the lake side in varying degrees of deep water know how.  All from Raquel (the youngest) to Mattias the oldest either leading the way with modified paddle boards or chucking pebbles from the safety of shore.  The weather was hot and the water was warm, but somehow children kept arriving with sandy feet up at the cabin with blue lips and shivering demanding their parent get them warm.  Only to shortly disappear to reappear for another warming.

Again I remember my cousins brother and I all playing at the water as long as we could keep a parent down at the beach..
Actually, I think I most remember the reason the cabin looks as it does now.
'Forced child labour'.
HA!  Cordelia is just shy of her work term.  I was able to talk her into doing the dishes a couple times.
Of course, much like her father before her learning the way through soap, cloth and rinsing most of the food left on the plates from the meals found it's way into the cupboards.

Mattias being the oldest bore most of my personality, poor kid.....

I feel bad about some of it other then the result of finding the cup of worms I bought for his fishing pleasure dried and shriveled baking in the sun after I twice reminded him on two consecutive days to be sure to put away into the fridge - yes of course just beside the ketchup and mustard. 
Then there was the time I talked him (forced) into sailing with me.
We were originally headed to borrow seadoos for some high adrenaline gas powered fun, but the wind started up as we motored down the lake to our neighbours world of speed and expensive machinery.  When I ask if he wanted to sail I get the NO almost instantly.
I asked if he's in a position to say NO when I was about to take him on the ride of his life?
I didn't realize then it was to be with the boat with small old sails and a 2 horse putter off the back to do it
As the sails go up, so do the gusts and very unpredictably I might add.
We manage the first few very well and the boat lumbers on at a steep lean till a very quiet patch runs through.
The sails basically go flat and the boat sits lifeless for a few moments.  I can see another big blast making it's way down the lake for us, so I attempt to angle the boat to take the wind and accelerate into it once it arrives.  I had already started the count down for Mattias to hold on and start hiking, when the wind hits us from the other direction pushing the sails across and the boat sideways.  I start to panic and do my best to fight it as with a quick look over my shoulder I realize we must be in that gust I had been following toward us.  I had just ducked the boom to the wrong side as the perceived direction of the wind finally hits. I wasn't quite ready and take the boom off the back of my head in a glancing bongggggg.  The boat is hammered, at a glance Mattias is basically climbing up the seats set perpendicular to the lake to the high side of the boat.  I didn't know it then but my feet were deep in the water pouring in the lee side of the boat.  I veered up into the wind and let go the main as best I could.  Just as quick as the initial wind hit us we are up and dead to wind with the sails flapping violently.  The boat felt like it was being chewed at by the lake as it pressured into the water as the wind rushed at us and over the haul.  I ask if Mattias was OK.  His eyes large he admitted that was far more scary then ripping down the lake at 60+km/hr on a seadoo.  We had to wait out another big pressure gust pointed safely into the wind before the sails went down quickly .

To think I used to bully that guy walking out of the lake in elementary school, by destroying his paper airplanes and using his pop bottle glasses to burn bugs.

One of the typical mornings Raquel would head down to the beach before the noon sun would come out past our few remaining large trees root rot, progress or a concerned neighbour hasn't felled.
She'd grab a bucket and fill it with some rocks buried under the sand walk to the edge and throw.

Over and over.

She started the week with the drool and swallowing issues directly related to Ren letting her walk around with a dried piece of flat bread the day before we left.  Seems a small piece made it past and messed her up.  There was a discussion on that subject I can tell you.

Then mid week Karl was chasing her on the deck.  I could hear them and the moment I thought to myself, wonder when she gets her first big body blister on the trip? Her feet fumbled and down she went.

The next day I devised a very simple knee pad that kept her great the rest of the time.

Now home she's as bright and as happy as I think she's ever been. 


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Gore, EB and Brownpaperbagging it

Just to show life is still a rosy bag of blood and pain.
This was a non typical blister as the blood had turned to jelly.
What was most interesting was when I used my scissors to open up an area for drainage I cut out a clean little scoop like one would with a spoon from jello.  To my surprise the bulb of blood didn't even move.  I wasn't even able to squish it out and away from her foot. Of course the harder I pushed the more squished and painful Raquel's face became as her beautiful little eyes peered at my as if to ask why are you doing this to me again?

The joy of being the primary torcheror of my child.

Anyway, I went to a quiet place afterward and thankfully used the respite provided by our nurses to return a fully functioning member of the family unit.
Yes, avoidance works for me.