One bitterly cold day we opted for a little indoor entertainment, in the form of a horse show being held at an arena down the street. This was the last day of the show. The riders were cute pre-teenish girls jumping horses at not too astounding heights. You'll note that it was not exactly sold out, but we had a good time.
We had my dear friend and her sweet baby girl in town this weekend. Such fun! I just love loving my friends' children.
Soccer Tots, and actually played a little soccer! Perhaps from the wrong side of the goal, but who's checking?
brave and wonderful friend said she wasn't scared of a fever and invited us over to play, in hopes that a little time out of the house would be good for us all. We gladly accepted. Outside of their apartment sits a concrete Georgia Bulldog statue, and the children's tradition is to 'kiss the puppy' on their way in the door. The two big kids kissed the puppy and that left just Buddy Boy to pay his respects. He leaned halfway over, and being the new walker that he is, lost his balance and smacked into the statue. By the time my friend swooped him up and turned to hand him to me, he had an outrageously huge goose egg on his forehead. It was shocking...about the size of half a ping pong ball and so immediate. We called my friend's kind husband, who happens to be a pediatrician at the children's hospital in town, and asked for his advice. He said to just keep an eye on Buddy Boy, watching for lethargy, inconsolability or vomiting. And then Buddy Boy vomited. And his balance, such as it is, seemed off. So, brave and wonderful friend then took her braveness and wonderfulness to another level by offering to keep fever boy while I went to the ER with Buddy Boy. Ugh. I hated to leave one sicky for another, but head injuries trump fevers.
Buddy Boy and I spent 6.5 hours at the ER, which was so busy that doctor-patient consultations were being held in the waiting rooms. Everybody knew what everyone else was in there for, and the results of each test and the progress of each case. I was just really thankful we weren't the ones with a Lego in the lung. Buddy Boy enjoyed himself immensely, making friends with other patients, trying to sneak behind the automated double doors, scaling the sofa to turn out the waiting room lights, and playing with the doctors' stethoscopes. All except the straight-jacketed CT scan, for which I had to leave the room to protect baby #3. For that, he screamed like a madman until, apparently, he fell deeply asleep and they were able to scan his head. Once it was, thankfully, confirmed that there was no bleeding on his brain, we were on our way home. But he's got one really terrible bruise for his efforts.
Tomorrow has got to be better, right?