The Osborne Family

So I guess it is almost a right of passage, I mean who hasn’t had to get stitches at least once in their life. For some reason the Osbornes tend to need them a little more often than most and unfortunately more often than not they are needed to close a gash on the head. If I had to guess I would say between my brother, sister and myself we probably had about ten separate incidents where one of us needed to get stitches. No kidding, my parents were even separated at one time and interviewed to make sure they weren’t at fault. Eventually the events end up making an entertaining story one way or the other. Case in point, my brother cracks his head open (I forget if it was camping one or the on in the driveway of my grandparents house) but anyways my grandparents and my parents end up taking him to the hospital. My mom is in the room while they are stitching my brother’s head back together. She claims she could see skull because the wound was so deep. Eventually a doctor comes out and tells my grandma “your daughter will be fine”. My grandma tell the doctor he must have the wrong person because her grandson was here to get stitches, there isn’t anything wrong with her daughter. The Dr. then explains to my grandma that while stitching up my brother, my mom decided to drop to the floor like a rag doll. Apparently she at least thought she could see skull and that was too much for her.

On another occasion my sister ended up splitting her head open (I think she fell while skating in the church basement). Anyways instead of shaving a spot on her head, the Dr. decided that using hair on each side of the wound tied together would work. And what do you know, it got the job done. Not sure if is scarred up real nasty or anything but maybe if she loses all her hair or shaves her head, we will know some day. But again, that makes for a somewhat fun story to tell.

I don’t really have any crazy stories of my own, I have several scars but nothing fun, at least nothing that I can remember (go figure I have a hard time remembering the details surrounding my head cracking open). However, I can say that you should alway keep your mouth closed when rebounding a basketball, or at least wear a mouthpiece. continue reading…

This June, Ali will be a big sister. Currently she has no idea what we are talking about when we try to tell her. Maybe when she starts to see her mom’s belly grow she will start to understand something is going on. Right now she pretty much just ignores us when we try to explain, or she just laughs and does something crazy. We are pretty exctided about going through this process and just watching Ali try to understand everything. I do think as mom’s belly gets larger and Ali sees a few more ultrasounds she may start to get an idea of what is happening. I think it will be really fun when she can feel kicks comeing from mom’s belly. We have a little ways to go for that yet, but probably not too much longer. I am sure Ali is going to be an awesome big sister, she loves to play with her cousin and loves to interact with other kids. She has really started getting into “helping out” around the house. She loves to help unload the dishwasher, bring you your phone or shoes (although sometimes she picks them up and runs with them), put on her coat/hat, and throw things away (even though we don’t want her to open the trash). So when the baby comes I think she is going to step up and at least try to help out with things, it may just make the chores a little longer or harder but she really enjoys it and feels a sense of accomplishment. It is hard to tell her no when her intentions are good and smiles are so big. continue reading…