Monday, October 8, 2012

A Near Miss, A Hungry Baby, and a CRAZY Dream

I hesitate to post this picture and relay this story because it will worry my mother.  This week our little Ammon was running around the house with a dull pencil in his hand.  He tripped and fell and hurt his eyelid.
He was screaming and had his hands over his eyes.  I was so scared to see what was behind those hands, but thankfully, his eye was still in tact.  His eyelid was bleeding and now he has this little scab.  I repeated tests to assure his vision.  I kept covering his "good" eye and giving him a thumbs-up.  Each time he gave me his version of a thumbs-up sign--an index finger-up.  That was reassuring.
Unfortunately, I can't account for the other scrapes on his face.
  With our last four babies I have been very slow to begin solid food. It is just so messy and time-consuming.  Omar has an appointment on Wednesday and he's almost five months old.  (How did that happen so fast?!)  I had thought I would start him on cereal after our appointment, but for three nights in a row the little love woke up three times each night and seemed extra hungry.  So last night (Sunday) I gave him a little cereal.  He loved it!  He's ready whether I have time to spoon feed him or not.  It is a lot more rewarding when the little one looks like this and is tickled to get a little cereal:
And now, for my crazy dream.  This is one of those things that you'll wonder about.  Why did she include that? you will ask.  I'll tell you why:  I think it's fascinating that I would dream something like this and I wonder if it means something.  I would like to extend an opportunity to my vast readership to interpret the dream.  With that build-up, here it is:

I was cooking dinner for my family and my parents (who were here at my house) and also Marianne's three youngest children.  Carolina (Marianne's youngest) was sitting on the counter top helping me.  I was slicing pork from a pork roast and putting it on top of rice.  I realized that I wasn't going to have enough meat for everyone and so I matter-of-factly (which must not be a word because it's underlined in red squiggly) cut off Carolina's hand (which really isn't too meaty) and put it on top of the casserole-like dish I was making.  It sounds disgusting, but in the dream there was no blood and Carolina didn't even flinch.  As I was putting the dish in the oven to bake and using both of my hands, I realized that things might be difficult for little 'Lina without both hands.  I also realized that Marianne might be upset that I had cut off her child's hand and eaten it.  I asked my mom, who was helping with the dinner preparations, what she thought.  She was undecided and didn't think it was a big deal.  I wondered if I should try to salvage the hand and take Carolina to the Emergency Room to try to get her hand sewn back on.  I wasn't sure what I should do with my own children while I took Carolina to the hospital.  It seems like my mom offered to stay with my kids if I decided to take Carolina to the hospital.  I got the dish out of the oven and was going to retrieve Carolina's hand.  Then I woke up.  I was horrified and when I realized it was only a dream I was incredibly relieved.  Now, what do you think of that?

By the way, this week I came across the word "whoa" in several different things I was reading.  Though none of you helped me, I was able to ascertain the proper spelling through my own stumblings (which also must not be a word--more red squiggly).

Au Revoir!  Again, the French class.


Thelma said...

I will be the first to tell you, no you shouldn't have included your dream. I hope Carolina never sees it. She'll be the one with nightmares!

Poor Ammon. I'm glad his eye is OK. Such cute babies you have!


Moore Family said...

I would consider it a good thing that you had a conscience in your crazy dream. If you hadn't doubted your gruesome decision, I would worry for you! Kidding! Sort of. :)

Speaking of crazy dreams, I have to tell you about the one I had about you last week...I dreamed that Edgar took a job at the CAT logistics center here in my town. You called to tell me, and I FLIPPED OUT. I cannot even express how excited I was. I convinced you to buy the house across the street from me, and I embarassed you on your first day of Relief Society with my gushing introduction. I woke up soon after, but I was convinced we were going to live happily ever after as best neighbors. And I think you were a bit overwhelmed by my enthusiasm. Ha!

Ammon said...

My interpretation of your dream is that we should stay with the Johnsons the next time we are out that way. Hope that helps.

Olivia Cobian said...

Thank you for being the first to tell me, Thelma.

I love your dream, Leigh! I believe dreams are meant to be shared (obviously!)

Ammon, we loved having you stay with us and we would love to have you and your hands for dinner anytime!