At least by our standards. And, remember, we already had ALL THIS on the schedule for Saturday. It is sort of amazing we are still functioning. ;P
It all started with Banner's first shiner on Friday afternoon. The little guy was sprinting around his classroom at school (like he does), when he tripped, fell forward and hit his head HARD on the corner of the baby doll crib. Ebony said she had never heard him scream so loud or so hard, and it took a long time for him to calm down afterwards.
Of course, when they called me at work, I assumed it was just another run-of-the-mill bump on the head, and joked that "at least it wasn't picture day". That's when Ebony told me that they were monitoring Banner for signs of a concussion and maybe I should try to pick him up early because his head probably hurt.
Oops. Yep, just call me a$$hat parent of the year.
To be on the safe side, Trevor and I called around and researched the signs of a concussion in a toddler, and even woke the little guy up before turning in Friday evening. Thank goodness, he showed no symptoms, and was more or less his usual happy self (who just happened to be walking more carefully until he got his confidence back) by Saturday morning:
The exception to the happy baby rule was, of course, when I interrupted his dinner date with an avocado on Friday to document the goose egg above his left eyebrow. The boy takes eating very seriously:
|Give me back my avocado and no one gets hurt.|
On Saturday morning, as you may remember, Trevor had a haircut. He wanted Banner to go along to watch so - when the time came for him to get a trim - he'd be more prepared for the experience.
I'm not sure Banner had any clue what daddy was doing, and was just happy that the salon had a toy basket full of new and exciting things.
And, well, before I knew it, we decided to - GASP! - let Trevor's hair guy, Adam, give Banner a trim. Maybe it was because Banner's mullet was an extra special mess Saturday morning. Maybe it was Halley's comment to Trevor asking if we bought Banner a cap in Wyoming to cover up his rat tail. Or maybe it was simply because Saturday would have been Moo's 103rd birthday. I'm not really sure what made me change my mind, but Trevor made sure Adam got it done before I could think about it for very long.
Banner also got his first lollipop, which then directly lead to his getting his first donut hole. Because it didn't take long to realize that toddlers and lollipops don't mix (there was red, sticky drool EVERYWHERE in a matter of seconds). But Banner wasn't about to let that lollipop go without a fight. So, we had to quickly figure out some sort of fair trade compromise if we wanted to avoid an epic meltdown in the hair salon.
Hence, the donut hole. As someone who has an irrational fear of donuts (they make my teeth hurt), it bothered me much, much more than it did Trevor (who considers donuts to be some sort of weird rite of passage). Luckily, I didn't have to watch...mainly because I blinked and the donut had disappeared down my son's pie hole. I don't even think he chewed. I guess my phobias aren't genetic after all.
And now Banner officially looks like a little boy. Albeit, little boy with a very, very round head and a bruise over his left eye. Like Charlie Brown but different:
|Who is that BIG boy?|
The other big "first" of the weekend, was the big car seat flip. Apparently, Banner had some sort of growth spurt in August, because his head wasn't an inch below the headrest in rear facing mode, but flush.
So, having exceeded the rear facing height maximum, we made the switch. Banner is officially a big boy now:
|One last shot facing backwards in daddy's car.|
Ironically, the novelty of seeing where he is going has already worn off. In fact, everything about forward facing seems to annoy Banner: he doesn't want us looking at him, his feet dangle off the end, it is harder to take off his shoes, daddy doesn't like it when he plays with the doorknob, he can't kick the seat, etc.
Being 20 months is just SO HARD.
(Although the DEATH STARES we get from Banner glaring at us in the rearview mirror are pretty humorous. And slightly terrifying.)
At least, I can now capture shots like this:
|Sweet, sleepy baby.|
Other than that, though, the weekend was pretty low key. Rachel DID come over and we ordered Taco Joint and watched the latest interpretation of The Great Gatsby (because I know you were waiting on pins and needles...). And then Sunday happened and was completely all-consumed by football.
I don't know why the return to football ALL THE TIME is so shocking this year. I've been with Trevor for a third of my life. I should be used to this by now. Maybe it was because the Cowboys didn't make the playoffs last year, so I had more time "off"?
(I say "off" because Trevor will watch anything sport-like on TV. He is an equal opportunity competition junkie. Curling? Beach volleyball? DIII field hockey? He's in.)
Whatever it is, all you football lovers out there will be happy to know that Uncle Adam taught Banner "the stance" last night. Coming to a defensive line near you:
Banner is also a HUGE fan of Carrie Underwood's interpretation of the Sunday Night Football song. Personally, I preferred Faith Hill's, but Carrie made Banner shake his little jersey-clad booty in a way I didn't think possible while wearing footie PJs. Clearly, Carrie is a hit with the under two demographic.
Until next time...