Last Sunday evening, Tyler, the girls, and I went to my Mom & Dad's apartment for dinner. Tyler had given them a big 'ole ham from when we purchased the 1/2 pig. Oh, I never told you about that? Probably because the act nearly resulted in divorce and I just didn't feel the need to go there... Anyway, they decided to cook it and have us over.
Since my Grandpa is staying with them now... wait, what's that? I didn't tell you about that either? Gee, where have I been? Yep, the week we hosted the soccer coaches, my Mom received a phone call that her father was not doing well on his own anymore. She and my Dad hopped int he Blazer and drove up to Coloma, Wisconsin to pick him up, gather some things, and bring him back down to Kansas to stay...
Anyway, since my Grandpa is staying with them now, the girls no longer have a proper bedroom over at my parents place. It was tough for them. They really, really enjoyed having a space over there, and they were a little sad, disappointed, and not quite sure what to think when they saw everything in its new changed state.
I digress. Sort of.
So anyway, Sunday was the first time since our return to Chicago that the girls had a chance to spend time over there since Grandpa has arrived. My Mom was hyper-aware of their feelings and tried to make it up to them by leading them into her bedroom and telling them they could do whatever they wanted in there whenever they wanted.
Never a statement you tell to a five and a two year old.
While I was trying to keep an eye on what was going on from the front room, I heard a thud. Then I saw Sassy sprint into the bathroom. Moments later, she began wailing and running towards me.
What I saw made me instantly nauseous.
She had this INSANELY large protruding lump on her head that looked like there was about 1mm of skin left, which was all that was preventing it from splitting open and gushing blood everywhere.
I immediately covered it with my hand. Why? I'm not really sure. I knew it wasn't going to make it disappear or anything, but I certainly didn't want to look at it. All the while, I am yelling for Tyler to get ice, like, 10 minutes ago. I shove Sassy off to her Dad and march in the bedroom where Graycop is comforting Tink, who was upset because Sassy claimed she was pushed by her, but Tink swore she didn' do it.
I was contemplating taking her in to make sure she hadn't fractured her skull, but was talked down by everyone else in attendance (what a fun party...) and I felt comfortable enough monitoring her head and her behavior for the next hour or so.
Anyway, a few ice packs later, her lump did begin to recede and she was looking, talking, and acting perfectly normal. She ate dinner fine, kept everything down, and I decided that she was OK.
Of course, that night when we got home, I forced her to allow me to photograph her (now much smaller) head injury.
C'mon, like you didn't see that coming.
Yep, that's what I said.
When she posed like this, I began laughing and told her that she ought to get used to walking around like that for the next week or two.
For the first several nights, we continued to ice. On around day 3, she whacked it again during bath time, adding insult to injury. (Seriously, it will be a miracle if we make it through the rest of the summer without a broken bone or something)...
Here are a few shots from day 6. It's starting to look
Oh, that girl. What am I going to do with that girl?