Strange Saturday

Saturday did not go according to [my] plan at all!

I initially planned to get up early, like 7am, and take the minivan in to have scheduled maintenance.  However, I never called ahead and with two coughing kids sleeping in bed with me the night before, I was reluctant to get up! 

In the end I got up at 8am and asked Emma if she'd like to go to dance class.  My friend and I had discussed taking our daughters and she was going to check out the class at 9am.  Emma popped right up and was totally in to it.

I took her to get dressed and she agreed to wear black leggings, a black t-shirt and the black ballerina skirt she was given some time ago.  This was pretty cool, because normally she refuses to wear skirts with leggings, but she believed me that it's what ballerina's wear.

She happily wore her "costume" (as she called it) and we went off to dance class.  Out of the car and heading for the studio, Emma tripped and hit the ground hard.  She cried and when I got her inside I saw she had ripped the knee of her leggings!  She was easily calmed down ("Do we need to go home?") and the teachers said they had tights she could wear.  (A brand new pack costing $8, but it's all worth it!)

We were kind of late so I didn't have much time to talk to the instructors or find out what the routine is.  I suppose that worked out because I tend to over-think and over-inform people!  As it was I did mention to the main instructor that Emma has Moebius and the subsequent balance and strength issues.  She was fine and as you'll see below, Emma really didn't seem any less coordinated than some of the others!

Sorry about all the mini-clips - I can't find a way to download them off my phone in one piece, and I didn't have my "always in my purse" camera, ironically! 

Mary Ann, Ilah's mom and myself waited in the lobby, watching our graceful swans in the classroom.  Ilah, who turned 3 that day, did great too.  Emma seemed to be making friends, but may have over-stepped the line when she told another girl to get back on her spot!  The girl wasted no time in telling the teacher when she saw Emma stray also!

Emma was instantly captivated by the wall of mirror's in the room and kept dancing around to ensure the best possible angle of herself!!  It was quite possibly the cutest, funniest hour.

Afterward, before I knew what was happening, she had a new pair of ballet slippers, tap shoes and was in the line-up for the recital in May!  Now, I know I like to shop, but in Jekyll and Hyde fashion, I am also a spend thrift!!  However, there was no hesitation on my part to agree to whatever costs were associated with this new love for Emma.  It's just another reason why I'm thankful to be working and can afford it.

When Toby is ready to start pre-school and hobbies we will endeavor to provide the same opportunities for him, without hesitation.  That is if he doesn't run up too many medical bills in the meantime...

Later that afternoon we headed over to Ilah's birthday party.  As you will have seen, it was unseasonably warm (for March, let alone January!) and spontaneously the party flowed out into the backyard. 

About 2 hours into the party, everyone was outside for "pin the strawberry on shortcake".  Toby, totally disinterested ran around throwing the dogs toy for her and climbing on the play equipment.  Heading down the shortest slide ever (not kidding, it's like two feet long) he fell off the side and bumped his head on the corner of the stone BBQ that was nearby.

He got up and started crying as Scott saw blood start to flow from the side of his head.  He grabbed him, yelled "he's bleeding" and headed for inside.  I followed and called for Ilah's mom, who happens to be a nurse.

It was a deep cut, bleeding nicely so we headed off to the ER.  By the time we got there (me driving, Scott keeping pressure on the wound and getting nauseous from me driving) the bleeding was minimal and we could see an inch long cut. 

(I was gonna post a picture here, but thought you might not like it!!)

Toby, who had not napped that day and at risk for falling asleep from concussion/fatigue, showed no signs of either and was bouncing of the walls (figuratively of course) as we waited for two hours in the small, crowded waiting room.  Once in the treatment room he laid on the bed with me, eating crackers.  He fell asleep on Scott after fighting it hard, after 3 hours at the hospital - definitely not concussed!

 You know how much it bothered me that he was rolling around on a hospital floor. (They aren't the cleanest places, really!!)

The doctor hoped to do the stitches while he slept, but Toby woke up and while he shouldn't have felt pain, was not happy.  I was laying holding him and his arms, as Scott held his legs which were doing their best to push off me, and the nurse held his head still! 

He has three stitches which really don't seem to bother him.  If his head does hurt he pulls a sad face, points at his head and says "Me booboo!"

After 3 and a half hours at the hospital, we were back at the party (everyone had left and eaten all the cake!), Emma didn't notice we were gone and Toby was raring to go again!!

We have some tough kids!!