A Little Excitement.

I hardly know where to start today. Our day started a little slowly (thank God for that) Things escalated from there.

First, Dan was expecting delivery of a large piece of heavy equipment for his shop, which is attached to the garage. Sam was beside himself knowing that a BIG truck was coming. He staked out his viewing area early, having his daddy set up a lawn chair right outside the garage door. When the truck was spotted on the road, Sam nearly knocked Tom down rushing to get out the door. Trucks and tools and all kinds of guy stuff are what Sam lives for. He is constantly striking kung fu poses and turning any L-shaped item into a "shooter". He lives for blood and guts and all that little boy stuff. Liv thinks it is disgusting.

Later in the day we were scheduled to take Sam to his new Montessori school to meet his teacher. I will be picking him up the first week, so Papa and I were tagging along so the teacher would be familiar with us. We were taking two cars so that Tom and I could "take the afternoon off" when the interview was over.

When we reached I-90, Erin braked for the turn. The back seat, where Sam's car seat was fastened, was not properly latched down and Sam, seat and all, pitched forward. Sam crashed into the back of the driver's seat, taking most of the impact on his left cheek, just below the eye. We pulled up behind Erin, expecting to turn left. Suddenly, she flew out of her car, and threw open the back door to get at Sam. She started screaming for us to get out and help. Sounds like just the kind of drama Sam is always fantasizing about. But it wasn't so cool in real life. Sam was screaming, Olivia was crying and Erin was in a panic. Erin wanted to call an ambulance, but I thought we could handle things. I jumped in the back of Erin's car and Tom took Liv to our car. We took off, flying. I called Dan at home and informed him of the accident. I asked him to call the pediatrician to advise whether we go to office or ER. Erin was driving like a mad woman and I was trying to calm them both down. Both of them are freaked out by the blood. I am thinking, "I hope we don't get stopped by a cop as I have no seat belt on and we are moving well above the speed limit.". Erin is muttering, "Where is a cop when you need one. We need an escort!" I tried to tell her that it looked worse than it was, but she was being a mother bear protecting her cub. Egads!

Ultimately, we went to the doctor's office. Sam suffered no serious harm though he will have a heck of a black eye tomorrow, as well as bruises on his forehead and chin No serious head injury, no xray, no MRI. He did manage to calm down as soon as he was offered a popsicle. Two, in fact; first "gween" and then "poe-pull". They should have offered one to Erin, too.

I have to tell you that when it was all over, just before we left the doctor's office, Sam asked to see Dr. Lemons again. Erin immediately questioned Sam about what else hurt, what was wrong, why did he need the doctor. Sam says, in a quiet little voice, "I want another popsicle". The little rascal. I am so glad that I had girls.

We are leaving for West Yarmouth on Cape Cod early tomorrow morning. Most everything is packed except for my stuff. Sigh. I am waiting for all the commotion to settle down before I put my things back into the suitcases they came out of. We will take two cars for the 4 hour drive. The kids will ride in the van (with the movies) and we will take all the overflow "stuff", as well as a kayak tied to the roof. We will be staying in a cottage so we have to take linens and toys and food and toys and bikes and toys and beach umbrellas and toys. You get the picture. You would think we were going to be gone much longer than one week.

We will not have internet service at the cottage. I will do my best to sneak away to a Starbucks with wi-fi, but I probably won't be posting too often. Let's hope this next week will offer a little relaxation. A little quiet time would be most welcome.

Thanks for all the words of support and friendship. You guys are the best!