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A Scary Afternoon

Jen had e-mailed to ask if she should take Patrick in to see the doctor. Knowing he has had a persistent cough (although not bad ... just not going away), I told her to take him ... I expected the visit to occur once she got off work.

I learned that she took him much earlier than I expected ... as I got a text message from the pharmacy saying that his prescription was ready.

Then, things got exciting. About an hour later, I got a call from his daycare saying he had thrown up and I had to come get him ... since I was only twenty minutes from the end of the day, I left right away.

On the way, I called Jen's work and cell phones and left messages, letting her know what was going on. I called the doctor's office to determine what I was dealing with ... thankfully, nothing major.

I also got the bright idea to call the pharmacy ... to find out that Jen had not picked up his medication. I stopped in on the way and got it!

Then, I finally got to Patrick ... he looked fine, but I was there and wasn't leaving without him ... off we went.

After all that drama, we got home and both of us got a chance to relax.

Here's where the fun really began ...

First, I got a split lip as he smacked the back of his head into my mouth ... I have to say that I watch where he was moving when he was sitting on my lap from that point on.

Then, he dove into my cheek with his forehead ... again, learning to watch his movements.

And, finally, he managed a diving crack into my jaw later in the evening ... I gave up watching movements and asked Mama to watch him. At that point, my head was hurting pretty good ... a good night's sleep and all I have is a sore lip and cheek!
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