Scatterbrained.

A blog friend posted a link earlier in the week with six ideas as to what to do with your infant's clothes that they grow out of. One of the suggestions was to donate them and I never got around to fully browsing the article however I have decided I want to make a quilt for Ev out of her outgrown outfits. I can't remember if that idea was part of the article or if the article just stirred up some long-lost creativity in me but I am excited!

This little project won't start for some time, though. I figure it would be best to be done having kids before I cut up all her cute girl clothed in case our eventual second child is a little lady as well. What did, or what will, you do with the clothes your child(ren) have outgrown?

Dan has came into an increased leadership position at work while the men who are usually in charge are busy doing something else for awhile. To me it seems like a lot of extra work but he is just the right guy for the job. Today is his first day back to work after our long weekend and he dove right into this temporary role.

It is always nice to have him home for a long weekend. This particular long weekend seemed a day short because we spent much of Sunday afternoon in the emergency room with Evelyn. To preface the story, she is a-okay. We took her in to be on the safe side.

When we woke up That morning we noticed that her left eye was crusted shut with yellow goo. I wiped it with a warm washcloth but it continued to drain both clear liquid and yellow goo. We looked up possible causes on Google and called the ER to see if we should bring her in or wait to make an appointment with our regular care provider. Dr. Google said that eye infections can be serious in an infant so even if they would've said to wait to make an appointment we still would've went in.

The Emergency Room was a happenin' place. We had to wait over four hours until it was our turn to get back into a room. Thankfully Evelyn was happy as a clam when she was awake and wasn't squawky like the other small children there. I know our time will come when she'll be the unhappy infant/toddler but I was thankful she was content. Dan became addicted to Angry Birds during our long wait and I started reading Jodi Picoult's "Plain Truth".

Once we got back into a room it didn't take long to actually be seen. The doctor concluded that he didn't believe it was conjunctivitis (pink eye) but that she had an irritated or clogged tear duct. We left with instructions to wipe her eye 3-4x daily with a warm cloth, massage the area under her eye, and to hold warm compresses up to the area. We also left with a prescription for an ointment that we were to apply to the area if it did not seem to be improving with our non-medicinal methods within 24 hours. Thankfully it seems to be healing itself though it is still a little goo-tastic at times, particularly if she has been asleep for a long while.

After picking up the ointment we went to a spectacular sushi place that Dan had eaten at the might before when he had shore patrol. We had some snack items that Dan got us from the Shopette during our long wait but by this time we were starvin' Marvins. We had four different types of rolls: dragon, caterpillar, hot night, and rainbow. We wanted to walk around the area where the restaurant was at afterward but the sky was spitting rain at us so we trudged back to the car, slightly disappointed the weather had turned ugly on us.

As I write this our little ER patient is resting in her swing. I'm not sure if Dan has changed the batteries since we initially put some in there before she was born but I don't think he has. If he hasn't then the swing made it a whole month and a half without needing replacement batteries put in. I think that is pretty good especially since she is in it quite a bit during different times of the day.

Something exciting for me -- I'm going to meet with an instructor at the only stable on the island that gives riding lessons in English! They are looking for someone to apprentice under whoever they have trimming the horse's hooves now. Depending on the person's knowledge and skill I may learn how to trim hooves in exchange for English riding lessons. I will not feel comfortable participating in this exchange if the person is not qualified to be trimming, though. I don't see the use in learning a skill unless it is taught correctly. No hoof, no horse! I would not want to injure any of their mounts because the person who taught me was not 100% doing a good job. I am crossing my fingers, though - both for the sake of the horses' hooves and because I have always wanted to know how to trim (save myself some money in the long run).

I'll be heading out there Saturday mid-morning. Even if the trimming in exchange for lessons doesn't work out I am planning on taking lessons. Three years is too long without being around horses! I can't believe it has been a year since I've ridden...that's the longest I've gone without being on the back of a horse since before junior high! I am excited to have this opportunity to ride while we live on the island.

I'm going to sneak a quick cat-nap in while Ev is still resting. Have a great Tuesday!