Looking for a Good Shelter

from the mom

Two days before Ben started preschool he fell and bonked his head on Kyri's carseat. I didn't think that could be that bad so I didn't ice it and the result was a large bruised lump in the middle of his forehead. Thus began his preschool career. Since then he has managed to obtain multiple bruises on his legs from unknown sources. Then last week he fell off the ladder at the playground, apparently breaking his fall on one of the lower rungs with his left cheek. His teacher asked (as she should have) and I explained how my timid little baby had turned into an adventurous 3-year old who keeps falling off the playground equipment. She has noted this tendency, so that helps.

Then Saturday night, I went in to try to calm Ben in the night. I was very sleepy and crawled into his bed and went to kiss the back of his head. He chose that moment to jerk backward and bang me in the eye. He calmly whimpered and I debated whether to go downstairs to ice my eye. I was so tired that I convinced myself that it wasn't that bad. Bad move again. The next morning I awoke to a purple swollen eyelid. I definitely look like someone you want to tell about a local women's shelter.

Fortunately, I own purple eye shadow and for the last couple of days I have generously applied it to the other eye. But I was still nervous dropping Ben off at school. If I were a mandatory reporter, I would be making that call. So I wore my sunglasses. And it is cloudy and grey today. Probably not a good decision.

Ben's teacher watched me and then asked "Any more bruises today?" I responded that thankfully the rain had kept Ben inside over the weekend and he was clean.

I am getting smarter. Ben and I bonked heads yesterday as I was leaning down to help him with his clothes. He got my nose and I headed straight for the freezer and put on the ice. No marks. Whew!

So here's hoping that the two of us can keep from getting reported in the next month.