So, we got back from Texas and I was really looking forward to spending the week at home with Jackson. I really was - promise. It has been fun to see him expand his vocabulary and begin to communicate with us so much easier. On Monday things went great - we spent the morning in Dover doing errands, came back and went to the pool and park and had some rest/downtime. I should have known when Monday went so well, that Tuesday certainly would not follow suit. I had made the decision on Monday night that Jack and I would head to the Alapocas State Park in Wilmington to visit a huge playground. We went early to the park, stayed about an hour, and had a great time.
The park had a whole section with these neat 'diggers'. Of course this part was a hit. I love this picture because he looks like he's concentrating so hard on moving that sand! I had thought about blogging this experience, because a few things struck me while at the park. We arrived and there was only 1 other mom and her 'younger-than-Jackson' son playing on the playground. Jack ran around like crazy, climbing stairs and sliding, having a great time. Well, about 45 minutes into our playtime, a BUS full of daycare kids, probably 4-5 YO kids showed up. Now, I'm not sure how this works, because this is a 'fee area' at the park, but I'm pretty sure you probably have to pay to have a group use the facility as a 'field trip'. It was crazy. Probably around 40 kids with only about 5 adults.
This is where things are more a learning experience for me than Jackson. I think one of my biggest anxieties as a parent is Jackson's first feeling of unacceptance. I know that might sound like a strange thing, but today at the park I got to get a taste of it. Jackson wants nothing more to play with other kids. He looks at them, could care less their shape, size, or color and just wants to have fun. These kids at the park - they were kids. They were pushing each other, cutting in lines, not saying 'sorry' - things that just make me cringe. And Jackson has yet to understand that their behavior is unacceptable and still, just wants to play. He follows them around, runs with them when they run, and the kids just stare at him and say 'Why are you following me?'. Now I know - these 5 year old kids have no concept of manners (or should they??). But my heart breaks when Jackson just looks blankly at them like he doesn't understand what that means - his thoughts are, 'I'm not following you, I'm playing with you'. Ugh - and I'm afraid he will pick up these bad habits with ill-mannered kids. He yelled at one boy that a part of the park was 'MINE', in which I had to remind him he needed to share. At what point can you say something to a kid that's not yours, that's on a daycare field trip, and has NO adult anywhere in yelling distance??
Anyway - now you know one my big anxieties. Guess there is something you can blackmail me on. :)
We came home after the park with Jackson telling me the whole way he was ready to go to the pool. We got home and it was a different story. We played around the house, played in the living room and then played in his room with toys we haven't seen in about 6-7 months. I can tell when Jackson is getting tired/bored/punchy when he starts to throw left-hooks at me and lays on the cats. So it was time for a scenery change. After some convincing and agreeing to allow Jackson to take a couple play pots/pans with us, we were off to the pool. We played. Jack has done great with his 'swimmies'. He has some confidence and has been sticking his face under water and blowing bubbles. He got tired of the swimmies and decided to hand them over to me to put up. I got out of the pool (which was a foot deep) to put the swimmies up and hear his scream. And continued screams. I turned around and picked him up as quick as I could and saw the blood start to pool in his mouth. I wrapped him up in a towel (because the water was FREEZING and the wind was actually blowing), but he was shaking and inconsolable. I started going over his teeth through the blood to see if any were loose. Fortunately I felt nothing that moved, so was feeling a little better at that point. Not much though - his lip was starting to swell and he was really upset. We got home, called Brandon, called Dr. Mackey and came up with a plan of action. We were headed to A.I.
We got there and got through the ER fine - got to see his first dentist, but pretty much should heal on his own ok. We have to watch his top gums/teeth and make sure things don't start to look worse. He is a trooper. And did an absolutely great job at the hospital. Here are some pictures from our ordeal.
Right after it occurred. He's watching George :)
At the end of the ordeal - Watching Spongebob in the room waiting to be discharged.
Tired, worn out boy :) Well, 3 more days of this week and then Jackson will happily go back to Jackie's next week for a few days. I'm hoping tomorrow's events will be much MUCH less eventful than today's!!
I give it up to stay-at-home mom's. I realized today that maybe I'm not 'stay-at-home' caliber because I am so use to my mind working much faster and more complex thoughts than a 2 YO. But I am having a great time and love my kiddo to death. He is a ham and loads of fun.
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