Keith snapped this pic of Indy during their trip to the park today. Look how big my boy is getting.

Playing Dirty!

Indy:	Daddy, Let's play a game.
Keith:	Okay...what game?
Indy:	Uhmmmm....(thinking for a second) Let's play POOP!
Keith:	You wanna play "Poop"??
Indy:	*sits on potty and goes poop* YAY! I POOPED!
Keith told me about this conversation via text message while I was in tech rehearsal for The King and I. I totally LOL'd in the dark while sitting in the house seats with my fellow cast mates.
My first post of 2012 is about poop. New Year's resolution #1...check.

Indy update

Keith took Indy to a dentist today who said that from what he could tell, the tooth may actually fix itself.  He wants to see Indy back in 3 weeks after all of the swelling stops and the stitches are out.  He couldn’t take an X-ray today because he’d have to manipulate the chin and he didn’t want to pop a stitch.

As stupid as it sounds, I was really hoping (still am) that the tooth wouldn’t have to be pulled!  I didn’t want my beautiful boy to be toothless until the age of 7!  For now, I’m relieved, let’s hope the tooth can make a full recovery and Indy’s scar isn’t too bad.

Double Irony

The other day, after I posted about my over reactive 9-1-1 call, I thought about how many more times in our parenting Journey we would end up in the Emergency room.  I actually have never had to take Indy to the ER because of injury, the only time we took him in the past was when he was having croup issues and we were scared out of our minds.  I thought about how thankful I was that it was never for something involving a broken bone or some other sort of injury because as I said in that last post, I don’t think I’m very good in “emergency” situations.

Today, I had after-school rehearsal until about 4:15 with my students.  When I got into my car to start the 45 minute drive home, I looked at my phone.  I had about 4 or 5 missed calls from Keith and 1 missed call from my sister who watches Indy during the day.  I also had 2 voicemails.  I knew something was wrong.  The first voicemail was from Keith, “Hey….uh…Indy’s hurt, I just picked him up from Arianne’s and I’m taking him to the ER.”  Indy was running laps in my sister’s house with his cousins and their friend when he fell face first into the coffee table in the living room.  He split his chin open- an inch and a half long cut and his front right tooth got pushed back…not up, just back and it’s now crooked.  I could barely see as I was listening to Keith’s message as he tried to fill me in.

I immediately called him back and as he picked up his phone, I could hear Indy crying in the back ground. “I gotta call you back.” After a few of these short exchanges, He finally called me back and told me to head home because they were being discharged.  He told me that they wrapped Indy in a blanket and strapped him to a table while they cleaned the cut, stuck him with some anesthetic and then suchered the skin back together.  Keith said that Indy went ballistic, as I’m sure any of us would have, and kept wailing, “Daddy!!  Whyy?” He screamed so much he fell asleep while they were stitching him up.  7 stitches later, he was discharged and given some Dora stickers.  That makes 2 emergency situations in the past 2 weeks.

I feel really terrible that I wasn’t there, but at the same time, I think I may have passed out if I was.  I keep thinking that if I didn’t stay after school today and picked him up at his normal time, he wouldn’t have fallen.  I dunno.

Again, I know that this is just a scratch (or cut) on the surface of injuries that a boy will encounter during his lifetime…but this sucks. He keeps pointing to his chin and asking if he can “please” take off his band aid and then telling me to look at his tooth because it has an “owie.”  Keith will be taking him to the dentist in the AM, since I haven’t worked up any sick leave, I can’t go with them unless I want to be docked a full day’s pay.  ugh.

The second ironic thing about this is that his new scar will be in the same EXACT place as Indiana Jones’.  Yeah, you can laugh.  It’s nuts.

Thursday, 4:45am

Tonight is the only night this week that I don’t have Opera Rehearsal, so Keith and I were hoping to spend it together….perhaps OUT together, instead of eating waffles at 11pm on the couch watching the 4th straight episode of Mad Men.  For us, and for any parent, going out requires a lot of hullaballoo.  In our case, Indy has to go to bed at his normal time of 8:00.  This allows us plenty of time to go out for movie and a drink/dessert.  On days like today though, when he wakes up at 4:45, the entire universe is forced off schedule.  In order for us to stay sane throughout days like today and avoid some major meltdowns, Indy will need a nap.  Indy taking a nap means that he will not go to bed until 10:30 or so which means we will not be able to go out tonight.  Because we’re old.  We like to be in our cave no later than 11.

We’ve been really confused about his sleep schedule lately.  He got rid of his afternoon nap months ago and it’s been really working out for us.  We have a lot more time to hang out together after he’s asleep.  He used to sleep from 8:00p to 7:00, almost 8:00a.  But lately he’s been waking up extremely early-obvs. We’ll even try stretching his bed time to 8:30, but he falls asleep during story time. We’re starting to think that he wakes up warm, so we’re gonna try to buy a fan before they stop selling them. They do that here, in VA for some reason, around late September.  It’s annoying.

I’m sleepy.