One day Allan called me from the parking lot at work. He does that sometimes if he has something important to talk to me about. He was so distracted by our important conversation (which I’m guessing was about moving) he accidentally locked his keys in his car!
Allan works about 45 minutes away (with no traffic) in Littleton while I live in Colorado Springs. So I gathered up the kids and off we went to unlock daddy’s car for him.
After unlocking his car and him getting his keys we talked for a little while and then I headed back home with the kids. But I took the opportunity to stop in Castle Rock at one of our old favorite spots! There’s a small bridge there with a nice walking trail. We had fun walking around and remembering last year when we used to go there all the time. I knew it would be our last time ever visiting that spot so I was really sentimental about it. I really loved the times we spent there.
We eventually headed back toward the car. We stopped at this fence because the kids wanted to climb on it.
All these coming pictures of Ember and Everett are unposed. She is always hanging on her brother like this.
So letting the kids climb on that fence was really stupid of me. Turns out it was an older fence with a lot of splinters! And poor Payson got a pretty hefty one and before telling me he attempted to get the splinter out himself which you all could probably guess… pushed the splinter in really deep!! I was horrified because I knew it’d be really painful to get that huge splinter out. Poor Payson. I felt awful for him.
Back at the car I cleaned his hand lightly with an organic baby wipe (luckily I had those on hand!) and then dumped some water on his hand. I did that because his hands were filthy from playing outside the last hour and I didn’t want to push all that dirt into the little hole I was positive I was going to create in his hand while prying out the splinter.
Payson was being so brave. I told him it would hurt but that I would try my best to remove the splinter as quickly and carefully as I could for him. He said okay and had a quivery voice but didn’t jerk away or cry or fuss while I went about getting the splinter out. I tried the trick where you use a small, flat object to try to push the splinter out from the part where it’s the deepest, towards the hole it left when it went in. Didn’t work. The splinter didn’t budge. I realized immediately I’d have to remove a bit of skin to make a good enough hole for the splinter to come out. Poor Payson! I rinsed off some tweezers I keep in the car and carefully pulled a bit of skin away from the hole the splinter made. Without tearing the entire area open though! Once the hole was a little bigger I pushed the splinter from the bottom (the deepest part) out toward the hole again and this time it came out!
Except a part of it. The deepest part. Payson had really pushed that splinter deep 🙁
I pulled the hole open more, as little as I could, but enough to finally get access to that last bit of splinter.
And wouldn’t you know that my most sensitive, whiny, cries at the drop of the hat, kid was SO freaking brave and resilient! I was so impressed and must’ve told him so a few dozen times! When that last bit of splinter came out and I hugged him and told him it was done and he did it and was now on the way to being pain free he was so happy and proud of himself.