This was a tough weekend for Eli. He got his first black eye and a busted lip. This morning I dropped him off at daycare looking like an abused child. I guess if I disappear this afternoon, never to be heard from again, you'll know I've been arrested.
Saturday morning, Eli was playing between the couch and the coffee table. He got his feet tangled up and feel face first into the coffee table. The edge of the table left an imprint running from his eye to his temple. Within a few minutes he had a nice black eye. The remainder of Saturday went pretty much as normal. We got some groceries, played a good bit, and had supper with some friends.
Most of Sunday was normal as well. We went to church, made a trip to the flea market to buy some trees, planted trees on the farm, and visited with my folks for a while. Then in the afternoon we were sitting around the living room. Eli was playing with his drum, Brian was watching the Daytona 500, and I was folding laundry. Then things got bad again... Eli decided to bring me his drum. He was walking across the living room floor carrying it and fell face-planting into the plastic part of the drum. I knew immediately he was hurt but when I picked him up there was blood everywhere. We rushed to the bathroom to assess the damage and try to stop the bleeding. Brian got a cold wet washcloth and we cleaned things up a little before we realized that he'd knocked his teeth into his bottom lip. It looked pretty bad and Eli was screaming a good bit. Once we got some of the blood cleaned up and could pick him up, he calmed down some. Then we went to sit outside on the porch and Eli was back to his usual self, bloody and bruised, but happy.
After getting a better look at things, we called my mom to come take a look at his lip and help us decide whether or not this warranted an ER visit. We kept trying to keep the cold washcloth on it and tried a few times to get some ice on it as well. As the swelling subsided, the busted lip didn't look quite as bad, Eli was able to eat a snack and drink some milk without noticable pain, and we decided that this time we probaby didn't need stitches.
During his bath, Eli was playing like his usual self and even putting the soap bottle in his mouth (also a common occurance). So we resumed our nightly routine, though we opted for frozen pizza instead of trying to start cooking supper at 5pm with no plan in place. Eli went to bed around 7, having not had nearly enough nap throughout the day. This morning, the swelling was really not bad at all. Fortunately, mouths and lips heal fairly quickly. Unfortunately, black eyes take a little more time. So this was where we stood damage-wise this morning. Beat up and bruised, but surviving to fight another day. Eli said to tell you, "You should see the coffee table and the drum. If I look like this just imagine what they look like."
We hope that whatever your weekend brought you that it wasn't a tough on you as it was on Eli. Happy Monday and here's to a better week!