Ready for Spring Break

It's funny to read my last blog entry because I said "so far so good" with his transition to his new bed. Well, it wasn't good at 2:30am on Feb. 16th because I woke up to hear a huge "thump" from Mark's room and I heard it...that heart-stopping "I'm in SERIOUS pain!" cry. As soon as I heard it, I knew it wasn't good. And then I made it to his room, and there he was laying next to his bed and when I picked him up, I saw blood. I tried not to freak out, but I knew that it couldn't be good. I took him downstairs, got him some milk, turned on the tv, and calmed him down. I gave him ibuprofen for the pain and tried to look at his head. Apparently he found some way to fall of his bed at an angle that made his head it a corner. It didn't look tremedously bad at 3am, but I was tired and it was dark. When I got him up at 6:30am to get him ready for day care, I tried to get a washcloth to get a better look at his head. That's when I knew it wasn't good. So I drove to our doctor's office, made it there by 7:45am and our amazing doctor looked at his poor head. Mark was acting completely normal, but as the doctor and the nurse cleaned the wound and brushed aside his red hair, what was at first a "1-stitch" wound ended up being a "3-stitch" wound. So I held little Mark down and looked at his face to try to sing to him as the doctor and two nurses gave him a numbing shot and three stitches in his head. I didn't look at any of it, and tried to be a good, calming mother.

One week later, he got the stitches out and I just pray that it'll be a while before that boy splits his head open again.

But in one week my Spring Break will start! I think all the students and teachers are ready for it. The trick is thinking of ways to make class fun, engaging and educational.

And Mark is still amazing. He's constantly astounding us with what he knows. When I ask him (if he's in the mood), "What letter does f-f-flower start with?" he'll tell me, "F!" without hesitating. As long as I sound out the letter, he can tell me what it is. And he LOVES Thomas the tank engine. He's got the wooden railway and loves to play with it.

We're also trying to potty train him. For the most part, he's doing pretty good. He still has an occasional accident, but he's mostly good if you remind him. It's still not his idea to sit on the potty, but he'll go if you ask him.

So, Mark's hungry, I'm hungry and Craig's on his way home. So I've gotta get dinner ready! Adios!