Last Tuesday, in the middle of my 2nd reading group, I heard my cell phone ringing in my purse. A few minutes later my classroom phone rang, and I thought, "Oh, shoot." There's only one reason for my cell phone and classroom phone to ring within minutes of each other, and I knew it was not a good one. Of course, it was Jamesie's babysitter, and of course, she didn't have good news to deliver. Instead, she had a very puzzling message for me. She asked if James had fallen down at home this morning or done anything else to hurt his legs. I told her I couldn't think of anything, and she responded by telling me his knees were turning a very ugly purplish color. She said the bruises were getting steadily worse and were much darker than they had been this morning. Immediately, all kinds of horrible thoughts started going through my head. I was picturing my little buddy in terrible pain and racking my brain trying to remember something that may have happened to cause his knees to bruise. When I couldn't think of anything I started imagining all of these ridiculous scenarios: is there something wrong with him to make him bruise easily? is he being abused at daycare and this call is a cover up? I told his babysitter I would call back if I thought of anything, and to call me back if they got worse. 15 minutes later the phone rang again (in this 15 minutes the kids in my class had assured me that the babysitter thinks I'm beating James and she's going to call "the people" on me), when I answered it was the babysitter again, and she opened the conversation with, "I'm so sorry, I'm such an idiot." She went on to explain that his legs were indeed turning purple, but it was because the jeans he had on were rubbing on his legs, and the color from the denim was staining them. We both breathed a huge sigh of relief, and I assured her that I would much rather have her call than not call. Better safe than sorry. As for me, maybe I'll start listening when tags recommend washing before wearing :).
This outfit is the culprit. Doesn't he look cute though?
These pictures really don't do it justice. He was PURPLE!
Hey Hollywood!
Roar!
I want that one! The one on the bottom!
Check out the canoe...it's a hand-me-down from Uncle Dennis and Jamesie's favorite bath toy.
Two cute boys up way past their bedtime.
Cool hat!
They look ornery.
Who us? We're not doing anything...
Showing off.
This hammer is Jamesie's new fave. He likes it so much he threw it in the toilet.
It kind of looks like he's in time-out.
Running away from those crazy cousins!
Slipper shoes.
Say cheeseburger!
Yikes!
Such a cute boy!
Singing and dancing-I hope he doesn't have his mother's voice.
This ice cream scoop was the favorite toy until James banged it into the dishwasher so hard that it broke.
Not too big to cuddle.
