Shiny New Haircuts and...Tomatoes?

An actual post with pictures. This is a novelty!

Two important things happened tonight. First, the Roses got haircuts. Seriously, you should go check out Aunt Boo at Petite Salon. Rose #1, my total tomboy, reported with absolute glee that Aunt Boo used "product" in her hair today. This warms my heart. Rose #2 (not crosseyed despite the look in this picture) got her hair chopped off! I was actually rather surprised when I saw her. I am actually just fine with the Roses picking their own hairdos (this may be directly related to the importance I attribute to my own appearance...something I actually want to and should work on...) but it took me a minute to get used to. It is, thanks to Aunt Boo, absolutely darling.
And Rose #3, who has the fastest growing hair I have ever, ever seen. In this picture she unfortunately has a mouth full of homegrown tomatoes. (Don't look now, but isn't that - wait for it - a picture of the tomatoes below??)

Why yes. Yes it is. Oh, did I mention? We grew these! Thanks to the forebearance of our neighbors, who did not even bat an eye when I asked if they minded if I cleared out a small patch on our property adjacent to their BEAUTIFUL FLOWER GARDEN (which has been encroached upon by a tomato jungle, I am ashamed to admit), we have a ton of tomatoes. Rose #1 and I LOVE tomatoes. Even #2 and #3 will eat sliced tomatoes if there is a sprinkle of salt on them.

MND Newsletter

Rose #1 had a very brilliant idea, which was to make a newsletter for Monday Night Dinner. We had the first edition tonight. Rose #1 wrote some of it, and I wrote the rest.

Here were the headlines:

"Celebrating August Birthdays"
"Waterpark Fun" (regarding our weekend trip to Cascade Bay, which was really quite fun and at which Rose #1 took it upon herself to slide down the big steep slide in 6" water without asking permission, and being just fine anyway)
"Baby Kate Took 5 Steps"
"3-Day Walk Coming Soon" (to donate)
"H to El Paso, TX - Again" (need I say more. That's one of the articles I wrote.)
"Guppy Loves Her I-Phone"
and,
"Memory" (regarding a funny answering machine message that I recall from my childhood)

If any BECHAMPer is reading and wants to submit an item for next week's MND Newsletter, it is a free for all. The only rules are: no leaving people out, and no making fun or being mean. Otherwise, GO FOR IT!

Of Loose Teeth

Or tooth anyway. Rose #1 is working on #5. 5 lost teeth, that is. She wants to keep up with her cousin Sam.

Rose #2 is jealous because her sisters got to appear in Uncle Andy's video project. There are many advantages to going to a year-round school; having sisters who do not is not one of them.

Rose #3 said "Wive United" in the video, and held out her hand. S.D.C. (So darn cute.)

This Just In: Another Trip to El Paso

H to travel to El Paso again next week. Hmmm. That means I get to work extra hard this week in exchange for being a single mom next week. Can't hardly wait. ??

The Roses have learned to snap, led by Rose #3. Yes, my 3-year-old daughter learned how to snap before the 5- and 7-year-old. Rose #3's brashness and leadership shine through again.

Rose #2 is in fact laying in bed snapping right now. This is in lieu of falling asleep, you understand.

Rose #1 was playing with the next door neighbor boy tonight and as he went in his house, he said: "I've never said this before, but you're AWESOME!"

Awesome, snappy, overtired children. Can't wait to do it by myself again next week.

Rose #1's Hand

Rose #1 has a limb difference. Her left hand did not fully form in utero. Aside from utter, utter shock on the delivery table (after a truly horrific 48 hours of induced labor), when the not-so-sensitive obstetrician said, "Your baby has a birth defect," we have not really worried all that much about her hand. Rose #1 had surgery when she was seven months old - it was reconstructive surgery to change around her bones so they were best positioned for growth - but ever since then it has been just part of our everyday lives.

They do not make prosthetic hands for limb differences like hers. She has a functioning thumb and a fused fourth and fifth digit, so she has a pincer grasp. We actually feel lucky that she has so much function in her hand. We went to OT a couple of times when she was a baby, but even the occupational therapist pretty much sent us on our way.

Until today. H took Rose #1 to her annual appointment with Dr. Ann VanHeest, the orthopedist in town that every kid with an upper extremity limb difference sees. Believe me, I know who everyone sees, because we are in a great group for families who happen to have a kid with limb differences. All the kids at Little Fins see Dr. VanHeest. We have been seeing her at the University, but today she told H that she wants to start seeing Rose #1 at Shriner's.

Here's why. Shriner's has good resources for adaptive things - an insert in Rose #1's baseball glove, a special handle for her bicycle when the time comes for her to have hand brakes, etc.

I feel like the worst mom. I just haven't worried about Rose #1's hand all that much in, oh, the last year. I've never seen her be unable to do something that she wanted to do, and that's the standard I have used for whether she is all right. It never occurred to me until today that yes, maybe she can put a baseball glove on her left hand and use it, but out there somewhere someone has a device that will make it easier for her to use and make it work better.

So tomorrow we get the application form for her to be seen at Shriner's. There is a wait, apparently, to get in there, largely because the care is free. A long, long time ago the Roses' Aunt Tonya's father (Grandpa Tom!) offered to sponsor Rose #1 at Shriner's and, true to form, I thanked him but largely ignored his offer. I thought we didn't need to go there. I guess I was wrong. We'll get there as soon as we can, Rose #1, and maybe we can start making things a little bit easier for you.

Blogennui

OK, the title didn't come out as witty as I had hoped. I have been going through a bout of ennui about my blog. Maybe it is because I am writing a lot of other stuff. I am in a course at The Loft in Minneapolis about forming and retaining sustainable writing habits. The instructor has us set goals each week for how much writing we want to do, and darn it, she has us BET on ourselves. So, never one to lose a bet that I can actually impact - you know, the Powerball is not one of those bets, more's the pity - I have to keep doing the goals that I set. But I am writing. A lot. I finished (FINISHED!) a draft of a short story. Good thing it is OK to write sh**ty first drafts (apologies to Anne Lamott). And I have been doing a bunch of other writing.

So I haven't been terribly prolific here. But the Roses are still around. Rose #1 and #2 are going to a really fabulous day camp at St. Thomas. They swim, play games, do crafts, and they just love it. Rose #3 is getting massive one-on-one nanny time with our truly outstanding nanny Lauren. The only stick in my craw is how little time I get to be with them. Why aren't I gutsy enough to do something about it?

Blueberry picking...

Today we went blueberry picking! The blueberry picking farm was quite a ways away - about 15 miles south of Red Wing. As Rose #1 said when we arrived, it was worth the drive. Blueberry picking is fun! There were a whole ton of blueberry bushes in long rows, and the Roses, Guppy, me and Aunt Heidi, Uncle Jay, and Beatrice and Gus went to town. The blueberries were so, so good right off the bush. They tasted blue. The texture was also quite good especially compared to blueberries that you buy at the store. Those blueberries are kind of mushy, and they always make me feel like I have to gag them down. These blueberries were firm and tart. Yummy.

After we were done picking, I got some pictures of the manual laborers. Rose #1 was very diligent about picking. She loved the berries and was very patient.

Rose #2 - my girl who said (at the age of about two): "I do not like fruit. I will spit it out" - did not enjoy the blueberry picking much. She tried one blueberry and did not like it, and then she mainly wanted to play on the tire swing. But she was a good girl:

Rose #3 loved the blueberries - picking them, eating them, spilling them, all of it.

I could not get a good shot of Gus, who is obscured behind the water cooler in this picture, but Bea will usually stand still and smile big. This picture was no exception:

Tomorrow morning I am going to try to make homemade blueberry muffins with very, very fresh blueberries!