Scene: Isaac is on the floor of the bedroom. Mommy's lying on her stomach on the bed. Isaac grins and climbs on top of her back so his head is resting on her neck. Daddy is nearby and turns down the covers, motioning Isaac to get underneath.
Okay, Niksmom and Chris, you asked for it, although no, I'm not planning to share this on Twitter, whatever you say.
Here for your inspection, horror and, let's face it, ultimate admiration, is my brand-new black eye in all its puffy, crimson splendor. I don't think I'll be doing a daily update on this as it moves from deep red into sunset colors...you'll just have to trust me. In the meantime, let's just say I'm glad it's raining and I have a lot of housework to do.
Next up: Indonesian beef curry in the slow cooker. Because slow cookers, they don't jump to conclusions.
Say it with me: acting out + unusually disconnected behavior = SICK.
Why oh why do I continue to miss the obvious? Which became abundantly clear when lunch made a rather unpleasant reappearance later on Saturday. And a few times after that. And again this morning.
So we kept Isaac home today, the better to heal his unhappy tum. He was feeling fine--no fever, perfectly energetic--but we figured it might not make for the very best best school day. Or the very best first impression.
So, first day of Kindergarten, take two. Back tomorrow.
Update: It took us until 11:30 to get the little guy to bed last night. Then at 12:30 he appeared in our bedroom again, weepy and bleary-eyed, and promptly threw up rather spectacularly all over, well, pretty much everything. When will I learn?
Sometimes being a special needs mommy gets in the way of just being a regular mommy.