Man oh man

After Ethan's big fall on Monday, I wasn't prepared for more injuries.  But, I guess it doesn't matter if I am prepared or not.  Wednesday, I went into Kaneohe (about 40 min away) to meet Amanda Kunz and her cute boys to play.  After I was nearly there, she called to say the bridge was closed and she couldn't make it.  I decided to venture on to the park alone.  I pulled up at the park Amanda had found online with a playground and felt a little nervous.  There were a lot of rough looking people in the fenced in playground area and I saw no children playing.  I took them out of the car thinking I was just being silly but the nagging worry didn't leave.  As I was shutting the sliding door to the minivan, I was looking toward oncoming traffic (I had parked on the side of the road) and slammed Sydney's arm in the door.  It was awful.  I felt horrible.  I consoled her and then opted to find another park.  They weren't excited to get back in the van...at all.

That night, I started making dinner and Doug was playing with the kids outside.  Ethan fell down our porch steps on his bike to the concrete slab--face first.  After 40 minutes of intense crying and profuse bleeding, he finally settled.  He refused dinner and we couldn't even see what was going on inside of his mouth due to all the blood.  He finally ate some yogurt, hummus (on a spoon!), and drank milk for dinner.

The next day proved to be full of doctor's waiting rooms.  He bled most of the night from his mouth and I could tell that he had bit his bottom lip pretty hard and his chin was scraped up. His two front teeth appeared to have been 'shoved' (medical term, I'm sure.) up into his gums. After waiting for 90 minutes at the student health center, I was told to go see a Pediatric Dentist in Kaneohe.  After many phone calls to our insurance and dentist, we woke E&S from their nap and drove to Kaneohe.  Doug took a sick day for the rest of the day to come with me (so nice to have that flexibility as his client had not shown and he had planned for 3 hours of testing and then the rest of the day to write up the report--miracles do happen).

We left with fairly good news.  The teeth didn't have any cracks (on the x-ray that Ethan LOVED to have taken) and were told the teeth would most likely turn grey but wouldn't fall out.  I've accepted that all family photos until he loses his front teeth won't be very cute, but glad he'll be able to chew his food!

I tried to get him to show his teeth for a photo on Friday, but he didn't understand me.  He thinks his teeth are his tongue.  He looks a bit vampire-ish with the two front teeth jammed up in his gums. Nice look, don't you think?

Doug is nearly finished with a large portion of his internship applications (hooray!), but needed to work Saturday.  I hit the road with the kids in the early morning to meet Kevin and Amanda Kunz and their boys at a pumpkin patch near Honolulu.  After the 1 hour drive, they were eager to run around and I considered it therapeutic because they were getting filthy dirty. I am such a pansy about my kids getting dirty.  Yuck. 

Maybe the therapy wasn't totally successful, because when we arrived home, I put them down for a nap and scoured our minivan (washed and vacuumed) as well as the jogging stroller.  I also washed our landlord's car for letting me use their hose, driveway, and soap.  It took me two hours.  I was in a serious mood to clean.