A Goose Egg
Everyday Kindness #3
I did not kick the crap out of Aaron's daycare teacher. What you say? That doesn't sound so nice to you? Well believe me, it took all the will in my body not to, so that has to count for something. Kids get hurt. I get that. Accidents happen, but when they do, I'd appreciate not knowing about it an hour and a half after it happened when I arrive to pick him up. I expect a phone call shortly after he gets hurt, therefore I can decide the course of action if serious enough. Do I expect a phone call over a little skinned knee? No, but I better damn get a phone call when he trips over a kids foot and head bangs a wooden cubby/shelf. He hit his head hard enough to give himself a concussion. I do not appreciate walking into Aaron's school and finding a huge goose egg the size of the wooden shelf on his forehead. I do not appreciate it when I look in his eyes and can tell he's dazed from hitting his head so hard. I called his doctor and discussed options and when (and if) I needed to take him into the ER. If he loses control of any body limbs or starts vomiting repeatedly, I need to rush him in. Other than that it's letting him rest and giving him some Tylenol. Last night he had such a bad headache that I gave him a dose of Tylenol and listened to him toss and turn all night long. Needless to say, we are home today so I can keep a closer eye on him and work some ice magic. Funny thing, his doctor informed me not to be surprised if he ends up with a semi-permanent divot on his head from hitting it so hard. I am not a happy camper. My baby boy was hurt bad enough for medical attention and they did not let me know. Just because he wasn't bleeding doesn't mean he wasn't hurt more than a little bump. So I verbally handed the daycare director her ass on a plate, but I didn't kick it, so that would be my act of kindness #3.
I just realized the oodles of adorable pictures I have been keeping from you guys. How could I be so insensitive when you have obviously been begging to see my adorable kid? I understand. His cuteness gets to me too.
We went to a science hands on museum in Toledo. Sadly it closed for good on Monday, but it's Cleveland counter part is still open. It's a fantastic place for kids and kids at heart.
(This was in a room and a brief study on perspective.)
What seems off in this picture?
(Kev and Ken's piggy toes...and snow.)
That's all. Shoo now. Besides, I made some kick ass chili the other night and you really don't need to be around me know. Beans + Nikki= Not too pretty. I will leave you with that very lovely imagery and thought. You can thank me later.



Very funny stuff. I'll be back to read you.
Posted by: Nina | January 03, 2008 at 11:41 AM
I think it was an act of kindness for you to remind your baby's teacher? of her responsibilities. Evidently, she had forgotten and NEEDED you to remind her. That - plus not kicking her ass - should count for two kindnesses.
Have fun with the munchkin today and when he acts weird? Just remember that munchins ARE weird...
Posted by: sandy | January 03, 2008 at 12:16 PM
I'm very surprised that you weren't informed immediately, I hope he's feeling better today.
Posted by: beccy | January 03, 2008 at 02:02 PM
Those perspective room pictures are too cool!
Even in my new peaceful state of mind, that daycare thing would have driven me to some serious verbal jousting. I DO NOT think a phone call is too much to ask. Them not notifying you is WAY out of line. I hope teach realizes how lucky she is that you didn't head-butt her into the wooden shelf.
Posted by: ~Sheryl | January 03, 2008 at 02:09 PM
If you need me to make my personal act of kindness playing John the Baptist-like (ie head lobbed on a plate) with the teacher? I so got your back.
Posted by: Anglophile Football Fanatic | January 03, 2008 at 03:26 PM
I can't believe they didn't call you!!! DD1's old and new school both call ANY time a kid bumps their head. They call and are all "She bumped her head on the door to the plastic play house." Ummm, ok, do I need to come get her? "No, she fine, we just need to let you know."
Seriously, some kid opens a door into her and they give me a heart attack by seeing their caller ID when they call? They also fill out an incident report that I have to sign.
Your kid has an obvious concusion and they don't even CALL???? That was way more then an act of kindness you gave them there. I do believe you could own that little school if you wanted. I'm just saying...
You deserve a medal of honor or something, seriously.
Posted by: mama speak | January 03, 2008 at 05:06 PM
Holly crap! They defiantly should have called you on that. My first born had a couple of accidents at daycare that resulted in a chipped teeth...I never got a call. I so relate! You did a great deed!!
I love the photos! Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: kaytabug | January 03, 2008 at 06:10 PM
WEll I am on Claudia's list as well....and like you I haven't managed to accomplish anything spectacular yet...yesterday I congradulated myself for not getting mad at the old lady who ran over me with her grocery cart....and today I held my temper with my husband and baked some cinnamon buns for the boys.....
Now as for your son and his head....I remember when my eldest was with the babysitter...I came home my daughter was laying on the couch very lethargic...I called the doctor...he told me to oberve her....every time she stood up she vomitted ....by next morning I had her in the ER....turned out she had fractured her skull...they said they would keep her but seeing as I was a nurse they thought I may as well take her home as there wasn't much they could do.....oh the joys of when your child is in daycare.....
Posted by: smalltownRN | January 04, 2008 at 01:02 AM
Oh shit. I would have lost my mind. The FlyingMonkey's old school did not call me when MonkeyBoy broke his arm, or when some big kid kicked Miss-D hard enough between her legs to make her bleed and limp...Notice the use of the past tense..old school..
Posted by: For The Love... | January 04, 2008 at 08:16 AM
Oh. No. Uh-uh. Some SERIOUS butt-kicking would have occurred. You, my friend, have great restraint.
Posted by: AJMom | January 04, 2008 at 08:42 AM
Great pictures! I miss the snow ... South Texas doesn't offer much of that stuff.
Posted by: Cinn | January 04, 2008 at 11:07 AM
Good for you! I know exactly what you mean, and indeed, sparing the world your vitriol is a kindness. I'm standing on my chair applauding you! And best of all, the world is just a little kinder.
That's cool.
Posted by: On a Limb with Claudia | January 04, 2008 at 12:39 PM
I am gladly that you verbally handled it, but I think it would be well within your rights to kick her ass too. That's one of my fears, that something will happen to Emma, they'll think its not that big of a deal and I wont know until later. I want to comfort her!
Posted by: alfredsmom | January 04, 2008 at 01:17 PM
i would not have been able to show restraint in the butt-kicking department.
in the old daycare days, i used to get calls like this: "hello, janet, this is (teacher). there's nothing wrong, i just needed to tell you (insert non-emergency information here)."
"there's nothing wrong" was the key phrase. it kept us moms from going on freak-out mode.
Posted by: janet | January 05, 2008 at 01:03 AM
ouch. poor kid. I agree with you that you need to watch it. Just because it doesn't bleed on the outside -- doesn't indicate how much it is bleeding on the inside.
Yes, a telephone call to you was in order.
fun pictures.. especially hot tubbing in the snow. Done that... isn't it so difficult to get out and run
Posted by: Pamela | January 05, 2008 at 01:51 PM
WOW! I can't believe they did not call you with a head injury! You can never mess with that! I am glad you gave her the business.....they deserved it! It is always safer to err on the side of caution!
Hang in there! Glad to hear he is feeling better!
Posted by: Queen of the Mayhem | January 06, 2008 at 07:28 PM
I am not that kind when it comes to my kids. You rock for not kicking her butt. :)
Posted by: Debbie in Flakey Patch | January 08, 2008 at 03:58 PM