Monday, Monday

Today took a little turn on the word "crazy." We started out with the usual craziness: school, Cub Scouts, swim class for the Transformer, swim class for the Kitty Cat, soccer practice for the Transformer.... erk! Drop everything. The Transformer has sliced his hand! Repeat, the Transformer has sliced his hand!

Okay, back up. What happened here? Well, in short, he was beginning to climb up a chainlink fence by the soccer field in order to get a soccer ball back from the other side. His right hand got caught in some metal that then lacerated his hand.

I had dropped him off for practice and had gone back inside to get the Kitty Cat out of the water and dressed. The soccer coach brought the Transformer in to me and told me what had happened. The poor child was crying his heart out. We got him bandaged up at the YMCA, then Kirk met us, and we all drove over to the ER together. His laceration was cleaned and glued and bandaged. Prognosis is good, and all is well. Until the hospital bill comes. :(

Before all of this, I had gotten him to put his shinguards on while waiting on his sister in class. Then I handed him the soccer ball as I turned to get the water bottle, saying, "Let's get you out to practice." He yelled back, "Mom!" My reply, "What?" "You hit my mouth with the ball and hurt my tooth!" I looked and, sure enough, that baby tooth that had been hanging on for weeks had gotten knocked out of the gum! I told him to pull it out! Yay! That tooth had been driving me and my husband nuts for weeks.

Tomorrow we are going to see the ALAMO. That should be fun. A nice long drive to San Antonio. I'm not all that prepared for it, so I will go do that now.