Botox Baby

Look who decided today would be a fun day to bust his lip wide open (and that hair, well that's just natural from sleeping).

There were three people within five feet of the kid, and none of us are exactly sure how it happened. He did an abrupt about face and took off running and then serious screaming and crying ensued and he was down on his knees in pain. It's pretty clear that his top two teeth tried to bite through his lip, so he hit something pretty hard. Did he hit the floor? Or run into the banister? Or perhaps the stone column? All of these were near by, but we have no idea which is the actual culprit.

But, busted it is and pitiful he was.

In the aftermath of rocking and rinsing and holding, he managed to get sleepy (the incident and a few days of a lingering cold, we think). I took him upstairs and laid him down, which probably helped. He has some pretty serious sensory issues when it comes to his mouth and that loose, cut skin was going to be a problem. It sealed and stopped bleeding while he slept (on the sheets I just washed, of course).

After he got back up, you could tell he was fascinated by it. He kept licking it and putting his fingers up to the cut part, but it didn't seem to be bothering him too badly. He ate and drank and played, just like usual. Just a busted lip.

How long before his teachers report us? Falling asleep in class. A red dot on his face last week from a frozen skin tag (which is still there, unfortunately, despite the freezing). Bruises on his forehead from where he likes to hit the corner of our tile counter tops and the door on my truck (every single time he gets down, just about). Fearless and accident prone, at least of late. What a combination. Good times.

Return of the "Boat School"

For the first time in a long time, Connor got to enjoy the "boat school" yesterday. With the little guys in school every day, we have three days each week where Connor and I have several hours to ourselves. Most of that has been spent either running errands or trying to do some work around the house.

Yesterday, I compromised. I did need to run one quick errand to the store (we're having dinner guests for the second time in two days tonight, and I was unprepared at my last grocery visit). That took about 45 minutes of our three hours. The rest of the time was spent at the boat school, doing things like riding horses and playing with trains and, of course, boats.

Here are the highlights in pictures . . .



I'm guessing he didn't think too much of the adult supervision sign, what do you think?



It's a pretend John Deere Gator, as in, it no longer actually works. He had fun anyway.



Always ready for the next thing. Here, he's sliding down a small slide and already looking to what he's going to play with next.



Ah, the trains. We spent a lot of time here. Smart people, they've glued the tracks in place.



And last, but not least, the infamous boats (hence the name, as opposed to simply calling it what it is - the children's museum).

Photo Flashback

Happy little guy, then and now. Sawyer playing peek-a-boo at the table with Mommy and her camera. (February 21, 2007)

Enjoying the Weather

Another break in the weather. Another day outside on the play set (despite the fact that all three have a case of the sniffles and a bit of a cough).



Mr. Attitude, age four. Doesn't that look just say it all?



Fierce climber. He hates to use the actual ladder to climb back up. Walking the slide is much easier, apparently.




Serious slider. He can do this over and over and over again. For hours. In addition to loving the slide, he also has discovered the joy of swinging by himself. That gets one of the biggest grins you'll see from him these days.

Just another day in the life . . .

A First

There is a first time for everything.

Today, Sawyer's teacher e-mailed me to tell me that he was actually beginning to interact with the other kids in his class. It's the second time we've heard it this week. After all of two weeks of school, he's already doing something that we have never seen him do before (unless you count this adventure at the park, which I don't). In countless times out at the park, at the pool, at the children's museum, and just out at stores or restaurants, he has never shown any interest in other people or what they might be doing.

Sometimes it's the little things, those small steps, that mean so very much.