Honour attended her first birthday party this weekend. She LOVED it! She came home on a sugar high and very proud of her little goodie bag. She was speaking a mile a minute in Vietnamese, hardly able to contain herself. My guess was that she was either enthusiastically talking about all of her new friends that she just made, or she was attempting to describe her valiant efforts to break open the piñata. In fact I think the piñata really fascinated her because now when she gets something in her hand that is stick-like; from rulers to chopsticks, she swings it like she wants to break stuff open. It’s hard to explain to her that large dogs, terrified cats and human legs don’t break open supplying an explosion of candy. It doesn’t help either that Micah, who is a bona-fide Star Wars maniac and currently in training to be a Jedi knight, is teaching her how to use the same stick-like objects as makeshift light sabers. Once she learns the ways of the force we are in serious trouble.
Contained within her goodie bag of yummy treasures was a small container of blue Play-Doh. Judging by her reaction, we’re pretty sure she had never seen Play-Doh before. It wasn’t long before Christel heard her yelling from the dining room; Mẹ! nuuuuuu! Mẹ! Nuuuuuu! Which loosely translated means Mom! Nose! Mom Nose! (We’ve been teaching her the English words for the parts of her face, and she calls her nose nuuu). Christel ran in to find her with the blue Play-Doh up her left nostril. Now, it’s a good thing that Christel has years of experience extracting objects from the orifices in children’s faces. I think I would have tried to push down on her head like one of those awesome toy play dough making machines which form all those cool shapes when you push down on the lever… just to see what kind of cool shape her nostril would have produced. Fortunately, with great patience and skill, Christel was able to extract most of the Play- Doh. And with a forced sneeze, Honour shot the rest of it out like a blue bullet.
On Monday mornings across America co-workers are talking about what they did over the weekend. On any given Monday you will hear things like; “we went out to dinner”, or “we saw such and such a movie”, etc. Us? We were performing surgery and dodging light sabers and blue bullets! This is the stuff of daily life in our Tribe. This is the stuff we live for.
The realization that Play-Doh probably doesn't belong in the nose. "Mẹ!! Nuuuuuu!!
Almost all gone.
Extraction complete!
Honour's turn to take a picture of surgeon Mom. -Rob
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4 comments:
LOL!! That is hilarious!! I just love how you describe how it all transpired. I felt like I was right there with you cracking up. Sounds like you had a great weekend :)
Too cute! She is so beautiful! That smile just lights up her face! We had a pediatrician who posted a running list on his wall of things he extracted from children's ears and noses. Maybe you should start one too! :)
Sounds like things are going great! So, happy to hear her calling for Me!!! Truly a beautiful smile!
Mark,Carol,Hannah&Josiah
Believe it or not, I have never had to extract anything from anywhere! I better knock on wood real quick.
We live for the same things you do and I'm sure you'll agree that even extracting playdough is much more entertaining and memorable than going out to dinner!
Oh, and that SMILE! Do you remember your post on being lost and then found? I tried to explain my answer but now I can even better. Look at her pictures from before she came home--that often forlorn little face. And look at her now. She once was lost . . . and now she is FOUND!
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