This morning, before we got up, Farley poured himself a glass of milk, and took it into the living room. This, in itself, is an infraction on rule 39 subsection c paragraph 6. This rule was created and given parental assent based on the “keeping kids from ruining things” act of 2013. Serious business.
The milk in question wound up on the couch, and had a good long while to soak in.
So we started to plan our day around figuring out how to get milk out of the couch before it went sour and started to smell. Luckily, we had no plans.
But then, Coop, who had an accident involving his face, a handrail, a trip to the dentist and a swollen, bruised face, on Friday complained of a headache. Julie packed him up in the car to go to the emergency room at the hospital.
Our day filled up with plans awfully quick, I’m grateful there were no conflicts to worry about.
I am grateful for time spent with Farl. We played Connect 4, magnaformers, and fire tucks. We had a nap. I am grateful for the nap. I am grateful for how sweet that kiddo is when he’s sleeping.
I am grateful for dinner we had in the hospital parking lot. Coop and Julie were waiting patiently for hours, and started to grow hungry. Farl and I packed up some dinner and headed to the hospital on the bike. By the time we got there, Coop was done, so we ate in the parking lot. It was an odd sort of picnic, but fun.
And I am grateful Coop is fine. They were worried there might have been a skull fracture, but the x-rays were normal. Thank goodness!