Life in the E.R.

So yesterday Jack had his first ER visit. It was a complete success. Well, George Clooney was not our doctor - so not a *complete* success I suppose. But it went very well none the less.

So here's how it went down in 30 words or less.
*Jack is playing hide and seek with my mom at their house.
*Jack is running.
*Jack fell down. (And we THOUGHT he may have broken his crown.)

Jack is clumsy like me. He doesn't just stumble - no siree - when he goes down he goes all out. He fell foreward from a straight up running position and landed directly on his forehead. Who does that? Falls and lands ON their forehead? Jack does I guess. Anyway - no cut - no bump even - but he hit HARD and when he hit my mom heard an odd cracking noise. Not from the floor - but from his head.

*Mom calls me. Tells me what happened.
*I ask her to call our pediatrician and tell the advice nurse exactly what she told me. Then ask for advice.
*Advice nurse says that since she heard that cracking noise and since he hit pretty hard it would be best to go get checked out.
*We go to the ER. Waiting room is empty. YEY!
*We only wait for about 15 minutes. YEY!
*During that 15 minutes Jack gets to play a video game in the pediatric waiting area. YEY!
*We get called back and put in a room with a bed. The doc will see you shortly, they say!
*They lied.
*Roughly an hour and 45 minutes later the doc enters our room. Gives Jack all kinds of motor skills tests. Looks in his eyes - ears - mouth - etc, and pronounces him in good working order. YEY!

However, I pretty much knew that all was well in that regard. I wasn't as concerned about any possible brain damage as I could tell by his actions that everything was in normal working order. No problems sleeping. No vomiting. No changes in behavior. Etc. Etc. I was more concerned about possible damage to his skull. The doc said the front of the forehead is so strong that you'd pretty much have to take a pick-axe to it in order to break it. Interesting. Altho I don't think I'll be testing that one out any time soon :)

The only other thing that worried me is that Jack has this soft/spongey spot in the middle of his forehead now right where he fell. Not a bump - not a bruise - it never swelled. It's just soft and feels like a sponge. The doctor told me it was "muscle". Or maybe I heard that wrong because, really? You have muscle in your forehead? I did not know.

Jack was a TROOPER thru the entire ordeal. He seriously had a blast. He let the doctor and the nurses poke him - look in his eyes/ears/nose - he was never scared and didn't cry once while we were there. And he chatted up every nurse who stopped by our room to see how we were doing.

Here is our happy little patient.


He was SO cute in that tiny little gown.

PS: I know that was no where near 30 words or less.

Makeover!

"Cher's main thrill in life is a makeover, it gives her a sense of control in a world full of chaos." .... **

Thought this place could use a little sprucing up. Do you love it?

Also - you can now comment on posts if you so wish. It's a feature that has pretty much always been available but I pretty much didn't know how to use it. Just learned about it during the recent make over. I'm pretty much a blogging expert now.


** Name that movie - win a major award. NO googling.

Our Daddy is smarter then your Daddy!

Said this morning during our morning drive ... came out of nowhere and pronounced with much conviction:

"Hey Mommy, my Daddy knows EVERYTHING. Did you know that? He knows about outer space ... what happened to the dinosaurs ... snow ...all KINDS of things."



Did YOU know that?

How Jack Rolls ....

How happy is Jack about the new Big Wheel that Uncle Michael and Aunt Stephanie got him for Christmas?

SO happy.

See?

Happy! With spirit fingers!
Now THAT is happy.

Date Night!

Last night Papa Gifford had some plans so Jack and I made some plans of our own. We had dinner at our favorite date night restaurant - Bonefish Grill. I was the envy of all the women in the restaurant - I'm sure you can see why:

When the waitress came to the table Jack said "Hi. Nice to be here. I'm Jack Gifford - can I please have some french fries?". The waitress asked me how old he was and said that he was amazing. Interesting. I order french fries all the time (I mean ALL the time!) and nobody ever tells me I'm amazing.

By the way isn't this about the fifth time I've dropped the name "Bonefish Grill" in my blog? I need to contact them about an endorsement deal.

Dear Mr. Bonefish -
Will continue to sing your praises for free bang bang shrimp.
LYLAS,
Kelly

So for dinner Jack had some chicken fingers and fries which he ordered with NO ketchup or honey mustard on the side. Holly (our waitress) asked him if he wanted either on the side when he ordered and he said: "NO NO! Miss Holly can you please tell your guys back there that I DO NOT like ketchup or mustard and to not put it on my plate? Please? Tell your guys, Okay?". She told her guys.

I had the ever-so-fabulous bang bang shrimp. It's an appetizer but I eat it for my meal. It's THAT good. Like little nuggets of deep fried love:


After dinner - we dance!

Usally I sit on the bench and take pictures whilst Jack dances to the music piped to outside speakers to entertain guests waiting for tables. But last night Jack approached me, offered his itsy bitsy adorable hand and asked "Would you be my dance partner?". Would I? WOULD I!

And we danced.

As we sashayed and twirled I flashed back to a number of years ago when a younger (and thinner) Kelly was sitting on the other side of the window we were dancing outside of - bellied up to the bar and drinking an electric blue concoction in a martini glass that actually came with a lightstick in it. A LIGHTSTICK! And I thought life was good then. I had no idea what kind of breathtaking, amazing, heart smiling moments awaited me right outside Bonefish's revolving door. The lightstick was cool. But Jack - he is the light of my entire universe - and that is MUCH cooler.

Don't come here to start no trouble!

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