Monday, September 24, 2007

William gets a black eye

So my kid has a black eye.

Yeah. You think that's bad? You should see the other fellow.

Okay, William didn't really get into a bar fight with another toddler. He stayed in the church nursery this morning while I attended a meeting. He fell into a toy car or something and another toddler fell into him, and well, he got a little banged up. However, according to the nursery lady, he handled it like a champ. She said that she's never seen a child so cooperative when she had to put ice on them for an injury. And the redness faded pretty quickly, leaving just the small bruise right by his eye.

Also, the nursery lady was impressed that he put toys back on a shelf after taking them off. She didn't come right out and ask if that was normal behavior, pre-black eye, for my little guy, but I reassured her that he's in that putting-in-and-taking-out phase right now. (Put the coasters in the basket, take them out, put them in another basket, take them out, put them in the coffee table drawer, take them out, ad infinitum.) So no neurological damage was evident. Maybe a few OCD tendencies, but no damage.

They came and got me out of my meeting to let me know there had been a "small incident." They reassured me William was fine, that he was playing just like he had been before falling, but that they just wanted to let me know. I managed to stay in my meeting for another fifteen minutes before finally giving up and running downstairs to check on him. Sure enough, William was trotting merrily around the playground with a group of other small children. He was carrying a large paintbrush, which I can't exactly explain, but he looked like he was having a good time, and that's all that really matters. And in the car on the way home, he ate Wheat Thins like they were going out of style. So he really was just fine.

Here's another look at the battle wound. See, it's right there to the left of his left eye. No blood. Just a bruise.

And here is William again, catching up on some light reading:

I feel reasonably sure the bruise'll be gone in a day or two. It might turn crazy colors first, though. I really should concoct a really good story to tell about it. Taking a tumble in the church nursery doesn't have nearly as much drama as it could, you know?


Anonymous said...

I hope I'm not giving away any family secrets, but..... I may know where William's OCD tendencies come from. :)
Barbara (AW's secretary)

Anonymous said...

OK, has William been watching Monk?
Goodness, the poor little thing! I guess he is just getting used to the one of many bruises. Love, Moma Judi PS--how does it look today?

Jennifer Larson said...

We always knew that William was a mini Aaron Wyckoff!

P.S. The church nursery ladies were delighted to see William back again this morning. And there were definitely no hard feelings because William was giving hugs and kisses and waves as I was trying to take him out.

Anonymous said...

Aw, sorry to hear about William's little accident. Sounds like he handled it very well. I think he is going to be a very organized person - maybe a scientist or an engineer (or doctor or lawyer)!He's already a real individual! I remember Cammie telling about Alethea sorting things out,
organizing piles of baseball cards, and keeping herself entertained for hours when they were traveling. So those must be useful skills for an editor, too. In the meantime, he should be an excellent helper at clean-up time!

With love,
Mama Dee