After weeks of dealing with colds and other mysterious little bugs - I finally made it back to bootcamp. I'd be incredibly proud of myself but Miss Eva was not having it. She was determined that she be my workout rather then any stinky bicep curl. I still had fun catching up with all of the old gang and I did manage a little exercise so it wasn't for not.
Since Brycie appeared to be feeling better, he also went back to school and barged in like he owned the place. I remember those first couple of weeks where he would fight to go into his classroom and I'd walk away with tears in my eyes hearing his cries all the way down the hall. But now? He goes right in and doesn't even say bye. I'm so happy that he loves school as much as he does and love each week that he learns a new part to his memory verses. Right now he's at "The fruit of the spirit is love (gives himself a hug), joy (puts his fingers to his cheeks while smiling), peace (folds his hands into prayer position), patience (throws his hands behind his back like he's waiting), and kindness (puts his arms to his chest like he's cradling something). It warms my heart each time he does it and I'm so impressed at how much they can get them to remember at such a young age. Love him.
After school, I decided to take Bryce to the park while we waited for Skylar to get out. This was something we used to do all of the time but with a new baby and the weather changing all of the time, it's been a while. He was so excited when we pulled in the parking lot that he couldn't get out of his seat fast enough. As usual, he went straight for his favorite swing. I don't blame him for liking it so much since it's more of a lounger then a swing. If I could crawl in it, I would..
He loves for me to sing twinkle, twinkle as he's swinging. Sometimes I get the most interesting looks but I care not. After our swing-swingin, it was off to explore. He always starts with the small playground first before going for the big kahuna. So he darted over and wanted to show me how he can climb up the ladder all by himself. "mama! watch! I do it!" And he climbed right up to the platform, little monkey. I noticed this little red headed boy that tried to run and Bryce when he was climbing but his mom and grandmother stopped him. I just assumed that they didn't want him accidentally throwing Brycen's balance off so I thought nothing of it. But then, as Bryce was playing with one of the puzzles, the little boy (same age as Bryce) runs at him, grabs him from behind like he's bear-hugging him. The mom looks like she's joining in on the hug and finally the little boy lets go. Bryce is looking at me so strangely and I can't figure out whats wrong. The grandmother says to me "oh, sorry -he's a hugger." So I smile and say - "that's okay. I think it just surprised him." Bryce looks at me and says "ouch mama" as he's reaching for his back and again his face looks so sad. He wasn't crying, just looking at me kind of confused-like. I turned him around and saw that his shirt was wet which was odd. I lifted up his shirt and what's this?!! TEETH MARKS! Deep teeth marks! I quickly glance over at the Grandmother who was looking my way and exclaimed "he was NOT hugging him. He BIT my son!" She knew he did because her response was "oh did he? Is he okay? Why is he always biting?" It wasn't until then that they grabbed this little boy off of the playground and told him it was time to go home but not until he was tickled and teased by grandpa. Really? Really?! I was just so shocked that they didn't even get him to acknowledge what he did. No discipline at all. Nothing. Just..oh, hopefully he grows out of this. Grrrrrr... the evidence.
The first pic was right after it happened and the second pic later that night. Oh it erks me. I told daddy that what hurt the most was his little face. He's so tender-hearted and just couldn't understand why someone would do that. My son is the boy that would run up and bear-hug you or another kid so this was just a mystery to him which I did my best to explain is wrong and that we never bite. He kept repeating what I'd say "not nice", "mean", "no biting"! Although truth be known, I wanted to bite the mom and grandma right back. Not nice mama - I know. ;)
While this whole thing was going down, what was my Eva-cakes doing? Snoozin of course.
Oh and protecting Bubba's granola bar as you can see. Ah - the life of a babe! Till next time...
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