The dreaded phone call at work

If you don't worry enough when you see your daycare's number on the caller ID, the word stitches can throw you into a slight frenzy. WHAT happened?!

I was in a training meeting so I'm not positive what time they left the message. But once I got it, I rushed back to the office, skipping the free flu shot I was going to get, so I could make arrangements to leave...immediately.

My mind was racing when I called the daycare. Is he ok? It must be bad to have called me at work. Then his teacher tells me that she doesn't think it needs stitches. What? So stitches were a possible thought? I need to get there. Now. She then says that he is doing good. He ate all his lunch and has been playing and running. Ok, so is this something I need to come and take him to get checked out, or is it simply a little boy biting the dust??

I was very fortunate to have my dad nearby and available to run to daycare for me. I wouldn't be able to leave him there and return to work regardless if it was serious or not. If dad calls me and says the word, I will leave in an instant. I admit I felt guilty for not running myself, but as I was saying, if it's only a scratch, then I still wouldn't be able to bring myself to leave him there. Dad calls to tell me it's only a scratch. I'm relieved. He's ok.

After work, which was little more than two hours later, I arrived at daycare to see my little one's wound. I'd describe it as slightly more than a scratch, but definitely not a call for stitches. I am glad they called me, especially since it was a near-the-eye wound. However, I never want to hear the word stitch at work, unless I really have a need to panic. That was scary. I wish I could have been there to comfort his first battle wound. It makes me sad that it happened away from the comfort of mommy...let alone that it happened at all. He's had plenty of bumps and bruises, but this was his first big bleed. (I've learned that facial wounds tend to bleed

more than knees and elbows.) My poor little baby! :(

 

By the way, it was during playtime that he fell and hit a toy shelf. It's goes from his brow down into his eyelid. It's hard to take a clear picture of an eye, but it's safe to say he's gonna live to see another day.

Wordless Wednesday-Fall Love

What's brown and sounds like a bell?

I open my eyes, it's 6:07. Crap. We need to be out the door by 7 to get to daycare and work on time.

My senses awake. What is that stench?! I sit up and turn on the light.

CRAP! Seriously. All.over.the.floor!!

Not that I would rather it happen on any other day, but today...when I have 53, no, now only 51 minutes to get dressed and ready, let the dogs out, get Gavin out of bed, dressed, fed, ready and out the door is definitely not the day. This sounds like a long time. Trust me, it certainly is not.

I now get to add cleaning up a bunch of doody!

It's not like I can leave it.

Good thing it turned out to be a gorgeous day to push the windows up and let the fresh air in :)

***and for the answer to my post...What's brown and sounds like a bell??  (said in your best bell sounding voice)  ♪ dung ♪***

 

Monday Miscellany

I can't exactly put my finger on it, but this past week was pretty tough. The weekend wasn't much easier. Gavin stayed with Grandma and Grandpa from Friday night to Sunday afternoon while I worked. I missed seeing him and spending some quality time after such a rough couple of days. So I am happy to share some "sweet" moments from last night.....

After a very pleasant bath we went into the living room to relax a little bit before bedtime. I say pleasant because baths have become quite an ordeal. He currently doesn't like them. One night I placed him in the tub and he literally stood there while I quickly washed him and lifted him out. That fast. And that was an evening that didn't involve screaming. So after getting jammies on and into the living room, I sat on the couch and asked him if he wanted to sit by me and read a story...he said "No." I was crushed. But seconds later, he grabbed a book, sat on his little couch, patted the spot next to him and said, "Here, Mimi." He wanted to sit and read on his couch, but he wanted to share it with me. My heart jumped a bit.

We sat together and read stories and then did a few puzzles. Around 9:00 he attempted to get out his blocks, but unfortunately, it was bedtime. He didn't argue tonight. Instead, he scooped up his bear and blanket and started the walk to his room. On his way he said "night-night" to the kitty, the dogs, and the star (the star is a nightlight in the kitchen). He climbed up in bed and when I went to tuck him in, he jumped up because needed another hug. How could I resist! So I sat on the end of his bed and rocked for what felt like forever. I wanted to savor the moment as he isn't my little cuddler anymore. Once he was satisfied with his hug, which was in all honesty only a minute or two, he crawled up his bed to get bear. But what's this, this is new, he crawled back down his bed so bear could give me a hug and a kiss too. I'm one lucky mommy who is going to bed tonight with a smile:)

 

Wacky Wednesday- Blue

Why are there blue suckers? And when I was investigating his Halloween basket for hard candy and bubble gum, why didn't I think to take the blue suckers out too?!I took the sucker to make him look at me and smile. He looks a little upset, don't you think? We now know it's possible to smile through a mad face though!...kinda.

Heartbroken

 

See what's missing?

As soon as we arrived home tonight, Gavin noticed immediately. The "lid" was actually on the step. He was crushed. How do you explain to a two-year old that there is a happy squirrel in our yard tonight? He cried. After a very long day, my heart broke for him....

We sat on the step and talked for a couple of minutes. We talked about the pumpkin and the fun we had with it. We talked about the different animals outside and how they search for food everywhere when it's cold. Then, after a big hug, we placed the "lid" where the little jack-o-lantern once sat and went inside for some chocolate milk.

Rossford Halloween Parade

This year we parked near Eagle Point school for the big parade! We should have left home a little earlier. This town was a mad house. But a FUN house! Everyone had super Halloween spirits. Costumes galore. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! We found a place to squeeze in with our buddies and waited for the sirens. As soon as Gavin heard them he was up, ready, and yelling "wee-oo wee-oo!" 

Gavin and Pressly each thought the other had the better bucket, so they switched.  

It didn't take Gavin long to realize that everyone was throwing candy.  

Grandma was in the parade too!

 

After collecting more candy than he needed, we sat down again to watch the rest of the parade. 

This is the first time I ever remember seeing horses in the parade. 

I also noticed that bikers have some pretty sweet costumes.

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This fella just stopped by to say hello.

Thanks Rossford! We had a great time at the parade!