dylan's already had her first visit to the doctor for an attempted concussion. i feel like i could not be any safer with her. i never leave her alone within jack's reach. she rarely gets time on the floor, unless it's in our bedroom at night. and so many of jack's toys have gone bye-bye because he's so unpredictable with them. well, this morning while i was feeding dylan, sitting on the sofa, she spit up on herself. i placed her on the cushion next to me so i could get her onesie off. and just as soon as i did, jack reached up with his tonka truck and slammed it on her head. (he had been playing at my feet.) i screamed, dylan was about to scream but doing that hold-your-breath cry and then jack started crying. immediately, dylan's eyebrow bone was swollen and ever so slightly bloody. jack ran to his room, and i followed him and shut the door. i really could not even bear to look at him. i placed a cold washcloth on her eye/forehead area which just pissed her off even more. called ben, called doctor n. 40 minutes later, dylan gets a clean bill of health and mommy gets two stories of toddlers causing chaos to their younger siblings. i guess it can always be worse. it's sad and frustrating when you can't protect your babies. it fills me with guilt that i was RIGHT there and couldn't react fast enough; i didn't even see it coming! i was instructed to have her sleep in either a swing or her carseat to keep her upright so the swelling stays down. doctor n also said she may get a black eye from it. i'm not leaving the house if that happens! poor, poor dilly!
so after the abuse and the doctor visit, i met my other partner in crime and her two offsprings at a fun fun park in palmer. dylan slept in the baby bjorn and jack blew off some of his stored up energy. another beautiful day in the valley. blue skies, big old puffy clouds and airplanes spotted throughout. as always, i had my camera...
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