Monday, June 23
Today's Mileage/Total Mileage: 345 mi /3760 mi
After yesterday's fun and games with the car, we had some territory to make up in order to reach the campground we had an actual reservation at for tonight.
There's not a whole lot to say about the trip itself. New Mexico looked a lot like I'd pictured it.
For that matter, so did Texas.
Therefore, today's entry will highlight Bird. After we'd done all the normal things in setting up camp (in a cabin! Praise the Lord!), I set about cooking dinner. I noticed Bird sit on the porch swing with a flashlight & start inspecting her foot, but really, nothing is truly out of the ordinary for her, so I didn't ask her what was going on.
Husband, being less busy and more curious at that moment, asked her what she was looking at. She said the bottom her toe hurt. So he looked at her toe, and discovered that there was good reason - she had a splinter.
She's already been messing with it, so the piece that was left was entirely below the skin. Which meant Husband & I had the lovely job of Splinter Removal. Which went something like this:
Jaime: Okay Bird, hold still.
Husband: (holds her hands)
Bird: NO MOMMY! DON'T TOUCH IT! IT HURTS! JUST LEAVE IT IN THERE! LEAVE ME ALONE! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!
(Some people do wander by and sagely contine to walk past the unfurling melodrama.)
Jaime: I have a tiny piece out.
Husband: Bird, this has to come out or your toe will get infected.
Bird: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! INFECTION IS OKAY! LEAVE ME ALONE MOMMY!!!! STOP HURTING ME!!!!!!
This contined for a while, until we let Bird pick at her own toe for a bit - silently and with no success.
Finally, I held her toe, Husband used the tweezers, and we finally got the sucker out. Bird spent all of dinner nursing her hole in her foot. We discovered that ice cream is indeed the cure-all for holes in feet. (and eardrums, for that matter.)