August 1, 2007

Dylan has a black eye. Its his second one. His first one was when he was 14 months old and ran across the room, straight into a table, knocking it over onto himself. This time I was in the recliner feeding Courtlyn and he decided he needed in my lap too. Not a problem. Except he thought he also needed to bring 2 books and his juice along with him. So as he tried to climb up he was wobbling on my knee and fell to the floor....hitting his eye on a ride-on fire truck.

Then this morning Camryn comes out with a red mark on her upper arm. She said it was a rash and I didn't really feel a bite, so I put some cortizone cream on it and never looked at it again. Well she just woke up in the middle of the night complaining that it hurt and when I looked at it I couldn't believe it. Its spread all over her arm and is warm to the touch. So I put more medicine on it, but I have a feeling that we'll be heading to the doctor tomorrow. It looks exactly like Dylan's leg did last year when he was bit by a spider.

So its going to be a full day for us. First we head to the dentist for Camryn's checkup. Then to the consinement to drop off all of Dylan's winter clothes from last year. Then probably to the doctor. And I promised the kids I'd take them to McDonalds to play in the PlayLand. They are super excited about that because we haven't been in about a year. The last time we went Dylan was about 18 months old and not supposed to be climbing in the slides. Somehow he managed to though. Next thing I know Camryn and another little girl come out saying that Dylan is in the very top and he stinks. I stood at the bottom calling his name and he wouldn't come down. He just looked down at me from the very highest window. After several minutes I started freaking out because there were some really big kids in there so I had to climb through those nasty tunnels to find him and slide out with him. I swore at that moment that we would not go back until he was old enough to get out by himself. I think he'll be OK this time, but we'll see. I know one thing for sure, I will NOT be climbing my fat ass up there to get him. I'll call the damn fire department before I go in those nasty things again. Hell, if they rescue cats from trees surely they'll rescue my son from the McDonalds slide.