So, let’s see if I can catch you up on what has been going on around here in the month of September. Oliver started preschool last week. Like I did with the other two boys, it is a mom’s group – we all take turns teaching at our house. I taught last week and Oliver was a model student. I never started the other two this young, but Oliver has really wanted to go to school for awhile now, and he loves being around other kids.
On Tuesday evening after dinner, I heard some horrible screams coming from outside, where the kids were playing. You know those screams where you can immediately tell one of your kids is hurt, and hurt badly? Colin came running inside with Oliver, and as soon as I saw Ollie, my stomach dopped.
I don’t think this picture comes close to capturing how swollen up he was. Colin was in the backyard throwing a ball up into the air and swinging at it (with one of Chad’s bats) and didn’t hear Oliver walk up behind him. Ouch. I felt so bad for the tiny little guy. He was perfectly coherent and with it, and didn’t even cry after the first half hour or so, but he wouldn’t let us put ice on it or anything. We let him stay up a few hours so we could be sure he was okay, but he hasn’t even complained about it since then. I was pretty ticked off at Colin. He a typical, implusive eight year old boy and sometimes….I get very frustrated - especially since he actually gave one of his friends a black eye with a bat a couple of years ago. All serious bats have been put away again. I think I have been mad at him mostly because I feel like a really bad mom every time I look at my little boy.
Here he is on Thursday, and on Friday. It really had a lot of color to it – it just started fading a lot today.
