High point of the day: Quinn finally played in the wading pool! Sam and Jack were happily playing in the pool and Quinn said, "Go in," took my hand, stepped in the pool, and didn't get out for an hour.Low Point of the Day: I feel too bad about this to even write much about it, but suffice it to say, it involved Cassidy, Jack, and a nip-wound on the face. Jack's face, not the dog's. Please don't hate my dog. She's a nice dog. And not five minutes ago, when I thought Quinn was standing on the floor, I noticed that he was actually standing on the dog's neck and the dog was letting it happen. She's a nice dog. And Jack, although not the most reliable of witnesses, did later say, "I hurted her." Really. She's a nice dog.
Most Nervewracking Moment of the Day: (Other than the period of time I was trying to decide if I should take three kids on the bus to the ER because our car was in the shop.) 1:30-2:30 p.m., the very time my client was at her home viewing the DVD project I was working on all weekend. I still haven't heard what she thought. Is that good or bad?
Most Encouraging Moment of the day: When Jack's teacher for next year came by with her kids for a playdate and we talked over her plans for Jack for next year. She's going to make sure he has a solid routine and that part of that routine is teacher-facilitated time interacting with other kids. I don't know what I did in a former life to have this woman as my friend and Jack's teacher, but I'm glad I did it. And that photo on the left? That's Jack after the teacher massaged his head until he fell asleep on her lap. Apparently, she's the "Jack Whisperer."
3 comments:
Oh, no! Is Jack ok? (He does look pretty relaxed in the picture, so I'm not too worried. But that sounds scary!)
What did you do? Did you get to the ER or the dr? Any other week, you know I would have come over to stay with your kids, have WD take you guys to the ER, whatever ... what a bad day for this to have happened!
Thank you for your nice note about Jack. He is totally fine. I called the doctor, and they assured me that since Cassidy is up to date on shots and the cut was shallow that he'll be fine if I just watch him for signs of infection. More than the injury, I was just really upset that it had happened. I was upset that I left them unattended together. I was upset that I will never really know what happened. I was upset that my dog bit my child and I was upset that (I'm pretty sure) my child did something to my dog to make her bite him. Altogether a sucky sort of afternoon.
Hmmmm . . . child bit dog, dog bit child. I'm not sure what to say about that. I think that if the dog hadn't bit back, it would have been logical to make sure she was still living. Do you think Jack has learned from this experience? If so, I think everything should go back to normal, happy, nice land.
And here's shout out to great teachers! I don't know how I possibly would have made it through my childhood without them. I wouldn't have had many friends, that's for sure.
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