Saturday

This morning, I awoke before the kids and couldn’t go back to sleep. Rare for me, especially since I love to sleep, but I was looking forward to the day, our third annual rib off. I also wanted to go run since I missed yesterday. Dave took the kids to breakfast while I ran to the junior high track to do some laps. I ran for an hour, logged 5.3 miles and a little more to walk back. My ipod said I burned 500 calories, which was good since we were about to eat. I got home, showered, then I heard kids. It wasn’t long before we headed out. Dave had gone out to recycle some oil, and I was hurrying him saying we’d be late. He told me, “Who really shows up on time to these things. I told him Thuy and Bonnie and their families would already be there. I drive since he was on the phone with the bank. We pulled up and the Brown’s had just gotten there. I told Dave, “See!” And just as he was about to tell me that Thuy wasn’t there, they pulled up, too. 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Until the twins found the water, then it was “Look out!” They immediately got soaked, then changed into their water clothes. Finally we changed ours into wet clothes. I had to remind Brandon to avoid splashing, especially with the younger kids nearby. And if he didn’t want to get splashed, he should stay away from the twins, since they were too young to understand not to splash. The kids had fun getting everything wet, including themselves, but Peyton was the one of our two that got soaked. Maybe because she was closer to the pool.  We let them play until lunch was ready.  We had them clean up, and then it was a feeding frenzy. Adults trying to get kids fed, kids trying to eat, adults trying to eat while the kids were eating, but it was fun! After lunch, Dave and Ted emptied the pool since the kids were all mostly changed in dry clothes.  It flooded a part of the lawn, there was so much water in the two play things.  The kids moved on to the sandbox, and I think Peyton thought the sand could go anywhere.  She was found in a separate pile away from the sandbox.  I ran over to save the sand, and showed them how to scoop it up (trying to make it fun) and bring it back.  Brandon helped her a bit.  We made several trips, and she said she wanted to do it, so I let her.  Later, a football game started up.  Brandon and Dominic, the 9 year old, were watching.  They seemed like they were chatting, and I wondered what they could be talking about.  Baseball?  World Cup? Girls?  I don’t know!  They both were without playmates – both were too old for the babies, and too young to play with the frisbee football and/or real football.  We watched them from the patio.  Peyton had had a second wind and wanted fruit.  After she was done, she just wanted her computer to “tune” out.  Dave had her, while rocking her.  She was sleepy, and we knew it.  She was very quiet.  Even with us.  Dave figured if he rocked her enough, she’d be asleep.  Suddenly, the other kids and adults invited the two boys into their game.   We were enjoying everyone’s company, but still keeping an eye on Brandon from the patio. One of the plays, he was on the sidelines watching the play that he was supposed to be in.  I was laughing that they made him go there so he wouldn’t stand around and get hurt.   I could tell it was near time for him to be done.  He was a little rough, as they made him rusher of the quarterback.  He would go in and try to attack the quarterback.  I even made the comment to Dave that he would be like the guy that had been fined over 4-5 times last year (Dave told me that was Rodney Harrison).  Just as I was saying that, the quarterback had had enough of Brandon’s antics, and was pushing him to the ground.  Being the stubborn guy that he is, he got back up and kept charging at the quarterback (all while the play had stopped).  Brandon’s never played football before (he can’t catch a ball, so that limits him somewhat), so I don’t know if he knows when to stop.  Clearly, he doesn’t in most other areas.  The quarterback had had enough, picked Brandon up into the air, and swung him over his shoulder, with his body hanging over his back, while his head was bent over his shoulder.  It just looked awkward.  After seeing this, Dave told me to go get him.  At first, I told Dave to get him, but figured it may be better if I went to get him.  Dave stayed behind with Peyton, while I went up to the game.  Brandon was on the ground with his head buried in his arm and knee, which was on the ground.  I could tell he was crying, and frustrated because he was getting no where with this guy.  I asked Brandon if he was alright.  The quarterback quickly answered for him that he was.  I shot back, “He’s crying,”  suddenly, sounding like an overprotective Momma Bear.  I’m all for tough love, but that was a bit ridiculous. Brandon doesn’t usually cry, unless there’s something really going on.  He’s usually laughing, even when he’s about to cry, he’ll try his hardest not to let people see him cry.  Even when he was crying today, he was hiding his face.  The quarterback looked at me, and said, “Trust me, he’ll be fine.”  He tried to talk to Brandon and tell him he was going to be on his team.  Then, Daddy Bear came up quickly behind me, grabbed Brandon and said, “Let’s go.”  I remember hearing some sort of expletive that started with F (in its gerund form), but I have no idea now what was said.  There was a brief exchange between he and the quarterback, and the next thing I remember was getting back to the patio, looking for Peyton, and getting our stuff to leave.  With all the drama, the conversations stopped.  He came out to apologize as we were getting Brandon strapped into the car.  Dave didn’t want to hear of it, and kept telling him it was not cool.  His excuse was that he was behind him, so he didn’t know Brandon was in pain or hurt.  I didn’t know you did wrestling moves on a 5 year old.  We are especially sensitive with it with Brandon because I could easily see how he could do that to one of his friends, thinking it’s okay.  Dave said he regretted having Brandon be in the mix, since he didn’t think it was a good idea; he was too young.  He was fine with him just watching from the sidelines.  Brandon was really spooked on the way back home.  He didn’t want his chocolate cake!  He kept telling us his spine hurt, and that his neck in the front and the back hurt.  He pointed specifically to his voicebox.  I was rehashing with Dave what he remembered seeing, and only then did I realize that he had come up behind me without Peyton.  I asked him, “What did you do with Peyton? What was she doing?”  If you recall, Peyton was the one who ended up going to urgent care last year because of the slammed finger in the door.  I was worried about a repeat performance, and reminded her to keep her fingers out of the door jamb.  Dave said he didn’t think about Peyton, and just left her where she was.  Luckily, she was sitting on the chair.  When I got to her to go, she kept asking me, “Why we leaving? What happened to brother?”  She continued to ask him in the car, “What happened to brother?”  She got over it after 5 minutes, as she fell asleep, but Brandon kept crying and whimpering the whole way home.  I asked him if he wanted to go to the doctor.  I told him there probably wouldn’t be any shots, but maybe if we just took him in to take a look.  He nodded.  I told Dave I’d rather have him looked at, just in case; Dave thought he’d be fine, but Brandon said he wanted to go in.  But he had to pee.  So when we got home, I took sleeping Peyton in, while Dave got Brandon to the potty, then they took off.  Julie, Michelle and Bonnie all sent concerned texts.  I was telling them that it wouldn’t have happened with any other dad/guy there.  Dave just thinks he couldn’t contain his anger (he’s a hockey guy…but not to judge hockey guys), and took it way too far.  We always tell Brandon to use his words.  Dave is keeping me updated as to their waiting time in the urgent care clinic.  BP is 106/67.  Pretty high for his age.  Showing stress!  I asked Dave to have them repeat it after he’s been seen.  Said interestingly enough that there was a chin cut that went in before him.  I told him to let them; I’ve been there, done that, and I would’ve preferred to go in urgently as well.  We’ll keep everyone posted when they return or if they give me more details.