Tuesday was busy for Riffy.  And those of us who love her.

She had her first session with her speech pathologist.  Mrs. Chapman, the same “speech teacher” Tabitha had, was assigned for our family again.  That in itself was a huge God blessing!  She is a great lady and amazingly enough has provided care for two other families in our church as well!  Go figure!

The difference between toddler speech sessions and pre-schooler speech sessions is that the parent also has to participate. She comes Tuesdays from 10:15 – 11:15.  Meanwhile, piano lessons go on for the big four from 9:30 – 11:30.  (Make a note: don’t call me on Tuesday. Heh.)   Johanna LOVED Mrs. Chapman’s games and Tabitha participated a bunch, too, helping to play with Johanna and entice her to not wander away to see what the kids are doing.  In and of itself, the hour-long speech work-out tired her. 

But people, the day was not over yet.  Not by a long-shot.

After nap (where she may or may not have actually napped…) she hung out with us in the kitchen as I was working on stuffed shells.  I was exhausted.  Tuesdays are just hard days here.  The kids started to play Nerf Guns was and she started to enjoy the chasing and screaming, too.  One of my kids turned quickly and she was right behind them and the long plastic rifle connected with her face.

Blood.

Screaming.

Tears and tear and tears (from multiple kids).

And a split lip. 

Two freeze-pops on the lip as I tried to assess it, call John, call my mom, call my sister, call my friend… to decide where to go and what to do.  Decided against ED.  Phew.  I prefer Urgent Care by a longshot.

She was in really good spirits for the hour-plus we were there.  Daddy met us.  He thought it looked fine.  Doctor agreed.  And because I think they try to make you feel better about dropping $100 on “nothing,” told me signs and symptoms of concussion I could watch for.  I interrupted and told him she was #5 and we were fine with the diagnosis. 

She acted like it didn’t bother her, really.

Home.  Ate our stuffed shells (thanks Kelly for finishing the prep and cooking!!) and I was ready to call it a day.  Heh! I was ready to call it a week! But it was only Tuesday.

She started to cry like crazy at bedtime when I think the day caught up with her.

It was much uglier Wednesday.

But not nearly as bad as Marie’s circa 2005…

We’re a fun family that thankfully has very good medical insurance!