Behold the Power of Cuteness

Spy-Cam

One of the luxuries that we have this time around that we didn't have with Felicity is the video monitor. It's been a lifesaver in that we can really see if Libby "needs" us or if she's just playing around before falling asleep. The funny part is that the camera above her crib has a green light on it that Libby finds mesmerizing. When she wakes up she crawls toward the light, sometimes she laughs at it, other times she talks at it. Below is some video of the flirtation with the light as she tries to put herself to sleep.

E.R. Drama--Spanish style

And there I was. Sitting down in front of the computer with a hot cup of coffee and stiff resolution to write a publishable article two publishable paragraphs. I don't aim big any more. I had that focus that comes with the early morning and the panic of looming tenure.

And then the phone rang.

It was the daycare center calling to explain to me that F had cut herself rather badly with some scissors. In Spanish class. What the $%*@?!!!

So, I called Chris, who cancelled his tutoring and came home to be here while Libs napped.

I arrived at the daycare to find a teary Felicity and a bloody finger. I wrapped it in gauze and first aid tape and we headed to the hospital across the street.

THREE HOURS LATER we were seen in the E.R. by a doctor who looked at the gauzed finger and nearly left, explaining that he thought she had already been seen.

But then he soaked it in iodine, applied some Neosporin, and sent us home WITH A BAND-AID. A $75 band-aid, I might add. Because that's my ER co-pay.

So, don't let anyone ever tell you that Spanish class isn't dangerous.