and I did not take a single picture today. Luke's leg is still bothering him. He was still asleep by the time he is normally up so Paul decided to let him sleep and be a little late to work. He woke up close to 7 and was in a great mood. He was super excited to be going to school. I waited around most of the day for the doctor to call. They called late this afternoon and said the earliest appointment available with the ortho doctor was Thursday afternoon. Obviously I had no choice but to take it. When I picked Luke up from school today his teacher told me (again) that he is still limping on it....really? I had not noticed. I explained to her that we had taken him back to the doctor and that he had an appointment with a specialist. On most days I arrive to pick Luke up about the same time his best girl friend is leaving, too. We had a couple of issues last week with neither child wanting to leave and go home. Well this afternoon it was a royal doozy! Is that a word?
Anyway, Rylee's mom and I let the kids go play in the fountain while we talked. When it was time to go both kids vehemently refused. We prodded, coaxed and bribed to no avail. Finally Rylee's mom resorted to carrying her kicking and screaming to their car. This was not really an option for me as I am carrying a sleeping baby in the infant carrier. Luke went hobbling, albeit quickly, towards Rylee's car which was across the parking lot. I hurried after him as he is screaming "Rylee, Rylee come over here". He started to moan and wail as I was hollering for him to stop. When he would not stop I had to grab him one handed and drag him back to our car. This made his hollering worse. I was so embarrassed. Without going in to much more detail I got him safely strapped in his car seat and we were off. Somehow Katherine did not wake up during this whole ordeal. Luke cried and yelled for most of the drive home. When he finally calmed down I did not say a word. He kept asking me questions. I told him I was very sad about the way he acted.
We had a long talk when we got home about behaving like a big boy. He could tell I was upset although I never raised my voice. I just calmly explained to him that is not how big boys act and that he needed to not do that anymore. The rest of the afternoon was surprisingly calm. When he would start to moan or say no I would ask him if he remembered our talk and he would say "Mommy's not sad now". Just broke my heart. As trying as a 2 1/2 year old can be I would not trade it for anything. Oh, and I have made a mental note to try my best to pick him up
before Rylee leaves from now on.