We started the AM with a coffee, because, well, as I've mentioned my children have a sick addication to the stuff. I on the other hand could take it or leave it...
I chased each Bug around with lotion, wrestled them into their swim trunks and then went to get myself ready. Problem one, I couldn't find my bathing suit bottoms. One would think that the bottoms would be with the top, however if you have seen my closet (mind you I use the term closet very loosely, as mine spills out onto the floor) you would know that this is not the case. After sorting through 45 piles of clothes was left with only a top. Unfortunately, our pool is not the bottomless type, so I called for backup. Aunt Ashy was on the way over and as I was getting ready to search the basement I heard a series of thuds. Bitty, was attempting to push the toy wheelbarrow up the stairs and it appeared that he made it half way before he tumbled backwards.
Bitty is the get up and dust yourself off kind of kid, so when he started screaming I knew he was hurt. Luckily there was no blood, but I quickly saw two goose-egged abrasions on the left side of his head. We called daddy who suggested a trip to the new Children's Urgent Care in Springboro, but I called the peds. office first to talk to a nurse. After a chat with a nurse we decided to keep an eye on him and to call back if we noticed any changes. She also suggested that we take it easy for the day, which meant no pool (not that we had found any bathing suit bottoms anyhow).
Our favorite "icepack"