The rock!

So, I picked the girls up from school yesterday and Lillian ran to me first. The first thing she said was, "Mommy, I have an owie on my knee." I looked down and sure enough there was a small scratch on her knee, but nothing too major or to even put a band-aid on. Then, we find Alexa sitting off in the grass with her friend Alexa D. playing Go Fish. I notice she has a band-aid on her knee. I asked her what happened and she said she fell. It's not like it's never happened before, so I didn't really think twice about it. She had a band-aid on, she wasn't crying, so she was good to go.

When we got home is when she decided to inform me that she had a rock stuck in her knee from falling. I made her take the band-aid off so I could see it and she screamed like a hyena when I tried to touch it. I was preoccupied with making dinner for the kids and excited about taking them to the park, that I just let it go. I'd deal with it later.

We ate and walked to the park. The kids played and had a great time. It was a beautiful night, one I didn't want to end. The girls were so well behaved until it was time to go. I tried playing that game where Alexa and I walked ahead saying goodbye to Lillian, acting like we didn't care that she stayed at the park all night. BUT, Lillian really doesn't care if we leave her there all night. We could have walked all the way home without her and she would have been as happy and content as could be, left at the park all by herself. We made it only half a block before Alexa had a panic attack and ran back for her sister. "We're not really going to leave her there, are we Mommy?" she kept asking.

So, I dragged Lillian all the way home and Alexa ran with Chip. A little uneasy over Lillian's antic's, I wasn't in the proper state to deal with the rock in Alexa's knee to say the least.

I started off calm (for maybe 2.5 seconds) and then pretty much went ballistic. She was throwing a huge hissy fit about taking the rock out. I kept telling her that if she puts it in the tub and soaks it in water, it may just come out on it's own. NOPE! After a bunch of screaming and drooling (yes, drooling..she was very upset), I finally just grabbed her and held her as tight as I could and poured peroxide over it, hoping it would bubble up and come out. NOPE!! She screamed! I mean SCREEEAAMED!! It was like it was the end of the world for her. She was being tortured!! She kept saying, "Mooom..NOOOOO..You're killing me Mom...NO...You're KILLLLIING me...It hurts, it hurts, it HUUUURTS!!"

I tried taking a few deep breaths to calm down. It was a small rock, not that big of a deal. But, I couldn't just leave it in there and she was acting like she was losing a limb.

Then, Lillian started crying. Why? I have no idea. Just to add to the drama, I'm guessing.
More deep breaths.

They were out of the tub and in their jammies. I gave Alexa a nail clipper and a tweezers to try to get it out herself. She was try to pick at it and then cry...SOB! She had every excuse in the world as to why she didn't want or couldn't get the rock out. First she was cold and shaking too bad. Then she was too tired and wanted to go to bed. You name it, she had an excuse.

Finally, Adam came home. He gave her 10 minutes to get the rock out on her own before he was going to take it out for her. She screamed and cried and ran to her room. She didn't want anyone to 'watch' her take it out. I went in the room with her, just to be sure she was actually trying to get it out. She hid behind her laundry basket so I couldn't see her.

After quite some time of her 'so-called' trying on her own (She was just hiding) I called Adam in to take care of it and get it over with. I took the tweezers and told him to hold her down.

My big strong husband had a hard time holding down our little teeny tiny 5 year old. She used all her might to wiggle and squirm her way out of his arms.

When I finally got a good hold on her leg, I took her knee, squeezed it and pinched the rock with the tweezers. We heard the pop of the rock through Alexa's SCREAMING..."NOOOO...STOP...STOP...I CAN'T BRREAAATHE..I CAN'T BREATHE!!!!"
(The windows were open and I'm expecting a call from Child Service's at any moment.)

Adam let her go when I told him it was out. One easy little pinch of the tweezers was all it took. We saved the rock in a zip lock bag!

Adam and I couldn't help but laugh at Alexa acting so hysterically dramatic over this tiny little rock the size of a period (ok, maybe a little bigger). I guess it was one of those 'have to be there' moments. But, if you know Alexa at all, you can about imagine what we went through. :)

Alexa took a few deep breaths, examined her knee and then acted like she was some sort of a hero that just survived the most traumatic experience of her life. We praised her, told her we were proud of her and that she was so brave and then Adam and I rolled our eyes at each other.

Can you say DRAMA QUEEN?