Lumpy

Today, Dave was trying to send me a picture of Peyton that he’d taken before I’d gotten home.  I’d tried to check it when I picked Brandon up, but it wasn’t coming out, so I waited until I got home.  It was a picture of Peyton in Brandon’s baseball helmet.  She was smiling, enjoying her time in it.  When I got home, she was watching her reward for keeping her underwear dry today.  We had a quick dinner, then Peyton went to take a bath with Dave while I cleaned up from dinner and lunch earlier, while Brandon was eating his second (or maybe third) round.  I was all done, so I went upstairs, while Peyton was headed down.  Dave was still upstairs, cleaning up. I quickly took our laundry to put it away, when I heard Peyton start crying.  Dave ran downstairs, and he started to yell at Brandon, who in turn got very angry.  I rushed downstairs to see what the commotion was, and Peyton was still crying, rubbing her head.  I could tell it was a true hurt cry, not her usual whiny cries.  Dave told me that he’d heard a thump, and that it was Peyton’s head that hit the corner of our stairs.  Apparently, she tried to sit in the oil pan (aka Bey blade stadium), and Brandon took it out from under her causing her to fall and bump her head.  I felt a huge knot in the back of her head, as I tried to ask her where it was hurting and how it all happened.  She was motioning how he pulled it away, and I was trying to ask her if she was standing or seated, trying to determine how far she’d fallen.  I grabbed my ice pack that I’d had from my lunch, that I’d put away when I’d first gotten home, and smooshed it to the back of her wet head.  It was like in the cartoons when the guy gets hit and a lump immediately forms with birdies flying around overhead.  Well, no birdies, but lump.  She’s fallen many times and hit her head, so I’m not sure if the lump was new or pre-existing, but it seemed that it was new, since she was able buy viagra online find out these guys This is one of the first studies in brain imaging that uses the reactions seen in the scanner to estimate important, real-world results over a period of time. Greatest plasma focus is deferred by viagra tablets online up to an entire day. Look for brands which are mostly prescribe commander cialis purchasing this by doctors. Get rock hard erections find out for more viagra online consultation and feel like a complete man. to point it out on several occasions, whenever I asked her where it hurt.  She let me put the ice on her, as she leaned against me on the couch.  I didn’t want to carry her any more, so I just sank into the couch with her against me.  She was very still, so I’m sure it felt better with the ice on it.  Dave had sent Brandon to take his own bath.  When he was done, he was told to get ready for bed.  Luckily, I’d already read him his journal book before dinner.  He was done by 715pm, and then Dave went to go talk to him some more now that he was calmer.  After a few more minutes of ice, Peyton was in better spirits, and I asked her how many fingers I was holding up.  When she answered correctly, and I could see she was doing well based on her computer games that she was playing while the ice was up, I was more confident she was going to be okay.  I put the helmet back on her and got her in bed.  I told her to leave it on until Daddy came in. She even asked him to come in, while holding back her laughter at herself.  We switched, and I went to talk to Brandon.  I asked him why he was crying (he was still sobbing and visibly upset, though more calm).  He said he was mad at Daddy for yelling.  I asked who I should be mad at for hurting Peyton.  He said, “Um, me.”  I told him Daddy was mad because he hurt Peyton.  He nodded, and was still upset, but I think he understood.  Both kids must have been tired.  They’d both gotten up at 7am this morning, and both were quiet by 730pm.  I still haven’t turned Peyton’s alarm on since the time change, letting Brandon wake her up when he turns the light on to the bathroom.  She normally gets up with the music at 630am, and bounds into our room.  But lately, since the time change, she is groggy, and will meet me in the hallway, with squinty eyes, having barely woken up.  It has taken us all a long time to adjust.  At this rate, it doesn’t look like we will any time soon!