How is she?

Well, when she was able to wear great-grandma's earrings to church this morning, she was happy.

But honestly...she's been quite a bit of grump mixed in with a little bit of happy, which has been a big shift from our happy, spunky, social butterfly of a girl.

She doesn't want anyone to touch her owie.  We had to put a short sleeved dress on her for church (in this snowstorm, nonetheless) so that it was easier to get her hand through a sleeve. (She's very conscientious and careful with her bandaged hand.)  I debated bringing her to church at all, and ended up bringing her home right after the sacrament because of a major meltdown.

We told her she gets to meet her new doctor tomorrow (the plastic surgeon) and that he will help fix her fingers, and she says "No.  No doctor."  The novelty has worn off.

But at the same time, she has been an extremely brave little girl, who has respected her bandages and melted the hearts of many physicians and nurses this weekend with her wit, her conversation and big blue eyes.

I, myself have not been so brave.  I'm having some issues that I need to work through.  I get physically sick when I think about what happened, or think about the wound, OR see the wound.  I have to put my head down and hide my eyes whenever the doctor looks at it.  And I'm still not getting much sleep because it's all I think about. When are they going to scrub it?   Is she going to need skin grafts?  Will she have full mobility?  

I need to buck-up.  It's going to take some time for her hand to heal...with lots of re-dressing the wound; which I am going to need to do.  I have to do this!  Bill's going to give me a priesthood blessing after Porter's court of honor tonight.  (He's receiving 4 merit badges!!!)

We can do this Evelyn.

You might just need to help pull mommy through. 

"Porterisms..."

During Sharing time.....

Teacher: Can anyone tell me what they know about Nauvoo?

Porter: Yea. It's the town that Joseph Smith was the mayor of.

Little boy in the class: Don't you call Joseph Smith a HORSE!!

Teacher and Porter and rest of class: HUH??

Little boy: A mare (mayor) is a horse! Joseph Smith was a prophet, not a horse!



During primary class.....

Teacher: Have any of you started saving for a mission yet?

Porter: Yes, I've already started! I even have a disc in the bank.

Teacher: (confused) A disc? Oh, you mean a CD in the bank?

Porter: Yea. I have a compact disc in the bank.



In the car after I picked him up from a field trip to see the Nutcracker Ballet.....

Mom: Hi Porter, How was the ballet?

Porter: (pausing, thinking) Fine.

Mom: Oh? Did they do a good job?

Porter: Yea. I guess. But Mom?

Mom: What?

Porter: (cautious with his choice of words) I think the guys should really wear pants under their ballet tights so their private parts don't show so much.....IT WAS DISGUSTING!!!!!



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