A Little Excitement

Well, it’s been a slow week with nothing much going on but school and normal activities.  Most time, that is excitement enough for me.  The weekend brought a few more happenings of interest, some better than others.

On Friday evening, Charlotte and Jeff attended a Daddy-Daughter Princess Dance.  They went last year to this same dance, so we bought Charlotte a pretty dress, and Jeff bought her a corsage. 

Charlotte is a funny kid.  She would have been happy to wear the same dress that she wore last year (“I really like it, Mom!”) and only didn’t wear it because it was now shorter than she likes.  (I think she’s grown two inches since last February and will probably be my height by next year…crazy.)  When we went dress shopping, we had our usual challenge of finding something not too frou-frou that is long enough to suit her and well-fitted.  She finally agreed that this dress would do!

Then, we had a discussion about shoes.  Charlotte is not a big fan of dress shoes and actually doesn’t own a pair.  I thought we would get her some to go with the dress, but Charlotte told me that nobody wears shoes during the dance anyway, so she’d just wear her winter boots, these big, bulky heavy things.  However, she does have a pair of dress boots purchased for a special occasion last year, and these ended up matching her dress perfectly!

When Jeff got home, he presented Charlotte with her corsage.  Most girls this age, and every single girl who attends this dance, wear a wrist corsage.  But Charlotte thought it was really cool last year to be the only person with a pin-on corsage, so that’s what she requested again for this year.  The guy at the flower shop thought Jeff had made a mistake in ordering, but not so!

And here they are, all ready to go!

They had a fun evening.  As they joined our friend Von Pugh with his daughter Ryann, Von’s wife Saundi called and asked if Elijah would care to join her and their son for a meal out and Gnomeo and Juliet.  Of course, Elijah was eager to go, so he had a great time, while I sat at home and finished a digital scrapbook after Jeremy went to bed.

Then, this morning, we had the not-so-fun part of our weekend excitement.  Elijah accidentally left our basement door open, and Jeremy took a header down the 12 stairs to the basement.  Yikes!

Jeff and I were finishing up getting ready for church, when we heard a couple of loud thumps and some screaming.  We ran out into the living room to find one of the kids (I honestly don’t remember which) carrying a bloody-nosed, screaming baby up the stairs.  Charlotte told us, “Elijah left the basement door open, and Jeremy fell down!”

When the dust settled and I got Jeremy cleaned up, I was able to assess the damage.  He must’ve taken most of the fall on his face because, in addition to the bloody nose, he has a bruised left eyebrow, a carpet burn by his right eye, some bruises across his forehead, and a raw area underneath his nose.  His wounds are all superficial and look worse than they are.

I was on the phone with a nurse from the pediatric after-hours office for about ten minutes, while she asked me a million questions and told me for what to watch for the next 24 hours.  As Jeremy was walking around and babbling and acting normally within 15 minutes of the fall, the nurse told me that he was very likely just fine. 

I had snapped a picture of Jeremy just yesterday, as he was really looking cute carrying books out for us to read to him.  So, we’ve got a before and an after picture of our poor baby!

I’ll tell you, I sometimes wonder how baby boys survive toddlerhood.

In happier news, we gave the kids their Valentine’s Day gift this morning.  We’re not big celebrators of this particular holiday, as the anniversary of our first date is the weekend before Valentine’s Day, and we try to celebrate that instead.  But I do try to get the kids a little something.  I gave it to them today, before Jeremy took his tumble, as we have a better chance of trying out the game, In a Pickle, this afternoon and this evening, as opposed to tomorrow.  And, no, Jeremy doesn’t get a cupcake.  We try to save that much sugar for first birthdays!

So, that’s been our weekend.  Hope that yours has been good, with no tumbles down stairs or calls to the doctor!