Amelia didn't go to her skating class this morning for obvious reasons, so she and I stayed home and cleaned the house.
We sorted clothing and did laundry and cleaned bathrooms and generally worked hard. Amelia was surprisingly helpful. I was pretty happy about getting Amelia down to only two bankers boxes worth of "too big" clothes, when I discovered a whole 'nother large box. Sigh... So we have four boxes of footwear and eight boxes of clothing in storage, which seems excessive but at least that's down significantly from last week when we had twice that.
After all that cleaning I desperately needed to get out of the house and Amelia seemed fine so after lunch I took the kids to the Glebe Community Association's 50th anniversary party. Cake! Balloons! Face Painting! Community art projects! Free T-Shirts! The kids thought it was great and it was a nice way to spend an afternoon.
Friday was a pretty terrible day.
It started out with the kids missing the bus for the first time ever. Bus has been coming about 10-20 minutes late every day (the one day it was an hour and ten minutes late!), and when they finally figured out their schedule after much complaining it figured that it would be on a Friday when I get the kids ready by myself. It also figures it was on a day that the kids were very slow to get ready. We saw the bus go but it was gone by the time we made it to our stop. Faintly hoping we could salvage the day, I practically threw Amelia at my lovely neighbour who foolishly asked if she could do anything to help and then took off with the other two running towards the last stop. We missed it too by the skin of our teeth. The kids were pretty unhappy. Elizabeth wanted to start walking to school immediately but I decided I'd better retrieve Amelia and we texted Daddy for a rescue. I was impressed and amused that despite being very grumpy, the kids immediately started brainstorming solutions for never, ever missing the school bus again.
We've been telling the kids for years that if they vigorously shove their chairs away from the table it could tip over backwards (since they aren't tall enough to push with their feet).
So we were eating lunch and of course Amelia decided she was done and pushed her chair and it flipped. Right into the radiator. She was so upset she couldn't finish her mouthful of cookie and had to spit it out.
We applied ice and first I and then Janice checked her for injuries. I was pretty confident there was no risk of any kind of spinal injury because she's luckily short enough that her neck and torso was nicely supported by the chair all the way down. We were worried about a potential concussion though, and when I saw the mark the radiator had left on her skull and felt the twin bumps on her head I thought we'd better go to CHEO to get a professional opinion in case there was a fracture or something.
Janice offered to come along, which was nice since Brendan needed to stay to get Matthew off the school bus.
CHEO ER seemed pretty busy as there was a line-up for triage, but after a while we were seen. Janice felt that the ER decorations could use some improvement in the form of proper coloured lights on the wings :) The ER doc diagnosed a concussion but no skull fracture and sent us home with sheets of paper telling us what to expect and when to come back. Amelia is telling everyone about her "owie" head that she got due to "dat ra-ee-ator thingy". At supper she asked for help pushing back her chair - like she's supposed to - for the first time ever.
On the plus side, Matthew got his first yellow-white stripe at karate.
It was Terry Fox day, and both Elizabeth and Matthew's classes went to the local park to run laps. Well, the kindergarten marked to the park and then mostly cheered on the older kids (it's about a 600m walk to the park from the little school)
I went along to supervise Matthew's class (first field trip!) Elizabeth was quite dismayed that I wasn't accompanying her. "But Mom! My teacher said there were two parents coming and I was SURE you were one of them. How could you leave me with STRANGERS????" I pointed out that she was certain to know at least one of the parents, and it turned out that her friend Olivia's mom was one of them, so hardly a stranger LOL.
Wonderful dinner at the Foolish Chicken tonight with godfather Michael, Kaitlyn (who just lost a tooth!) and a new stuffed dog for Elizabeth that she apparently won at school for good behaviour. Guess who left the dog at the restaurant?
Daddy went back for it and won many points.
Elizabeth doesn't let me put her hair up as much as she once did ("seriously, it takes too long and it's not practical Mom!") but the kids have gotten into doing "hair styles" for pretty much anyone who will cooperate. Matthew does accept the occasional haircut as it bothers him greatly when it gets long, but he also wishes his hair would grow "up to the ceiling" and he adores when Elizabeth brushes it with water or even hair gel.
Elizabeth has been trying to talk her sister into growing out her bangs "to match". There's been a long running campaign to show me "how cute she will look".
Amelia is quite willing to let her siblings do whatever they like. Sometimes she pretends to do Mommy's hair. "Look, I gave you a pony!"