The Show Must Go On.

The daycare puts on an end of year/graduation show each June that the children intently practice for beginning sometime around February. Noodle takes this show very seriously, utilizing his still to be developed dancing and singing talents. In his prior shows, he has danced and sang his little heart out.

This year, will no doubt, be any different, I’m sure.

During practice early yesterday afternoon, Noodle was asked to perform a very special part of the show, involving a blow up guitar, his best dancing skills, and a jumping spin. He, as you could imagine, was thrilled to accept the challenge.

When I received the phone call in my office, it was explained that while giving his best effort, Noodle performed a jumping spin, resembling that of Aerosmith, and landed face first on the floor.
At first he seemed fine, his loving teachers checked him over, there weren’t any tears, there was no blood, barley red, and so, they went back to practicing.

Just then, Miss. D glanced back at Noodle who now had a nose three times its original size, hence the phone call to my office.

Off I went to pick him up and fly to the pediatrician’s office. It was very swollen, it was very bruised, it looked pretty bad.

One look at my baby boy and “How are you baby”?“Not so good, Mommy”!

AS soon as Dr. Z took a look, she declared it broken. A dose of Tylenol, a few stickers, a lollipop and off to the local radiology facility to take some “special pictures with a really big and very special camera”.

Cool!
The courageous little three year old takes the first two x-rays like a champ. It wasn’t until the third, involving Mommy holding his head very still that one tear escaped from his right baby blue. He was trying so hard to be brave, and he was doing an amazing job.

Negative…the nose is not broken. A sigh of relief, a well deserved trip to McDonald's, and home for a nap rounded out the remainder of the afternoon. He woke up feeling better and took it easy.

This morning he woke up with a black eye, the swelling of the nose went down, still pretty bruised. Holding his blankie, he looks up at me with his banged up face and says “My nose feels all better today, Mommy”.

He is quite the trooper.

Peace.