I'm a huge (HUGE) Harry Potter fan. I am one of the geeks who waited in line at midnight every time a new book was released. Since they always came out in the summer, I would then spend the next day reading the book from cover to cover. I'm not as big a fan of the movie versions because I feel like they take way too many liberties with the plot, but I feel it is my duty to go see them...even if I spend half of the movie shaking my head at the inconsistencies. Since they released the finale on Friday, John took me to the fancy-pants theater for the last hurrah. Y'all! I could totally get used to it! It was pricey, but the experience was totally worth it. Each theater seats only about 40 people. We paid a little extra for the premium plus tickets, and we had fully reclining soft, cushy chairs. We had blankets and could request pillows if we wanted them. AND, we had a waiter bringing us yummy food off of their menu in addition to the free gourmet popcorn. John and I both ordered Angus beef sliders, and we split a basket of sweet potato fries and a piece of peanut butter pie. Yumm-o! Happy early birthday to me!
Auntie Linda was gracious enough to watch the girlies for us. When we got home from the theater, Cora was a little sluggish. She's still fighting off this virus. After another dose of ibuprofen, she was feeling much better. She even felt well enough to go down to the mailbox with me and to play outside while Daddy polished the truck. When it was time to put her jammies on for bed, I sent her outside to tell John she was ready to go to bed. What I didn't remember was that the step ladder was outside as well. There is something magnetic about that step ladder. Or maybe there is something addictive about it. Cora cannot (CANNOT) resist climbing it. We always remind her that she has to hold on to the arm rails and she has to be supervised - both of which she was complying with - when she flipped right over the top of it. Yes, my friends, my little monkey flipped over the top of the step ladder and tumbled head first onto our composite driveway. Watching that was such a helpless feeling! I was holding Carys, and there was no way I could get to her. John was there in the blink of an eye, but I still felt so helpless just watching it all. John whisked her inside, and I put Carys down and readied an ice pack. Pobre cita was inconsolable. Thankfully, she allowed us to hold the ice to her head, and after a consult with Dr. Mema, we had a medically verified course of action.
After about 45 minutes, Cora was acting perfectly normal. She had some juice and some fruit snacks and half of a sandwich. Other than the ugly battle scar on her head, she seemed to be her perfectly jolly old self. It will be interesting to see the looks we get at the supermarket tomorrow. Definitely something I don't want to get used to!
2 comments:
Poor thing!!! It has just not been her week!
Wow! I am impressed. That is quite a "bump on the head."
Post a Comment