Zeeke took a tumble at school on Thursday, triggering some of our ITP-related fears. He was squatting down to draw with sidewalk chalk and someone bumped him from behind. By chance, Karen was home sick and Steve was working from home, so we were able to act quickly. When we got the call that his nose was bleeding, Steve freaked and ran over there as fast as he could while Karen packed a bag for the hospital. When he got to school, Zeeke was calmly reassuring the teachers gathered around him, "I'm ok. I'm ok." Poor guy's nose was so swollen and purple, but we got the bleeding under control and our hematologist said that we didn't need to come in. The three of us cuddled together, watched "Frozen" and tried to keep a bag of frozen peas on his nose. We were just getting used to his beat up nose, when he woke up Saturday morning with a nasty black eye, as the blood gradually drained out of his swollen nose. Fortunately, though he looks like a defeated boxer, he remains his sweet, happy, undaunted self.
This week, Zeeke drew his first (that we know of) attempt at a face and it looked pretty good, albeit a little Cubist in its arrangement of facial features. He pooped in the potty two mornings in a row this week. He's getting interested in gender again, this time with more accuracy that when he was younger, letting people know "You're a boy!" and "You're a girl!" He's added a new goodbye sequence to his bedtime routine: a hug, a kiss, and then a high five (always in that order).
Friday, Karen stayed home with Zeeke. They had a great play date with Leah & Zack. Apparently Zack was so taken with Zeeke's helmet that he insisted on wearing his bicycle helmet around the house after they left.
Saturday, we skipped soccer practice and went to the Please Touch Museum instead. It was a great time until Zeeke landed a jump badly and banged his already sore nose, unraveling us again for a little while.
Sunday morning, we ran into lots of friends from school and the neighborhood at the playground. It was such a good time, nobody wanted to leave, but we had to make a quick Target run before getting home for lunch. After his nap, we headed out to Jersey to visit Zeeke's new first cousin once-removed. While Karen bonded with the baby, Steve and Uncle Chris took a rambunctious Zeeke to a nearby playground. We had dinner at Steve's parents and had fun walking around their house and laying in the grass looking at the clouds.
Zeeke's Book of the Week: No Fits, Nilson! by Zachariah OHora (which he's been making us read approximately twice daily)
Conversations with Zeeke:
"What is that?"
"That's a tree branch I painted on your wall."
"Why you paint it?"
"Because I thought some day you might look at it and it would make you happy."
"Daddy, you an artist!"