I vividly remember talking on the phone...with Oshyn on my lap as a toddler. He was dancing around on the seat and rocking back and forth between the desk & I (doing the little munchkin I-can't-sit-still-for-one-minute groove.) Suddenly Preston, I mean Oshyn, missed placing his hands on the desk and hit it with his chin instead. Chomp! Down went his teeth, taking a chunk (literally) out of his tounge. He was bleeding so much I thought maybe he needed stitches, so I called Stephanie and we got in the car--and called Kaiser's advice nurses on the way to ?who knows where--I don't even know if
we knew where--the ER or the Dr.? Just feeling sad and anxious for him. Lucky for me I had a friend that thought quick and brought a popscicle to distract Oshyn and the blood. Yadda yadda yadda, turns out that saliva makes it look like more blood than it really is, tounges heal on their own--no stitches needed, and just give him popscicles, sherbert--cold stuff to keep the swelling down. Done. Oshyn had so many cold sweets that day that for dinner when I put a bowl of orange sherbert down in front of him he cried for broccoli.
Cruz jumped onto the couch and rolled off landing face first today. Later on, down the stairs...bloody mouth again...and I'm sure a few more mishaps that I haven't committed to memory. Bad luck today Bay! After the first fall I thought he might have lost his front teeth the way they moved and with all of the blood, but they are still there--might be black, but luckily we have Uncle Don.
This isn't Cruz's first bloody fall, but for some reason today brought me to thinking about Oshyn's incident. Funny how the worrying lasted much shorter this time around, we went straight to the popscicles, and the day went on.
When we described our upcoming afternoon events to Oshyn, he immediately NEEDED to put on his pirate suit. What could be more appropriate for our "treasure hunt" aka. letterboxing adventure? After following the detailed instructions, we arrived within view of General Mills to find the 'Cheerios' treasure. (See hands and forehead). A great way to make a walk/hike more fun for everyone. We got great rubbernecking from cars the whole way home. Maybe it was the big pirate walking in front with his red punching gloves on? with an Ariel-like princess or possibly the shorter pirate strolling along singing "Ho ho, Ho Ho Pirates!" I hope everyone is having as much fun being parents as we are.
