the misadventures of Porter

It has been a kind of trying month for Porter.

First, about two weeks ago, I got the call that I always dread from daycare. Porter had been hurt. He had a pretty deep cut on his head and they were going to take him to the hospital. Luckily, Joe was already on his way to pick up the boys so he went and collected them both and took Porter to instacare. Because I was in Park City, I left immediately, but was still almost an hour away. The daycare people were frantic and I hadn't seen Porter, so I was really panicked. I told Joe to call me as soon as he got to the hospital, as soon as they saw Porter, etc. Joe, who had seen Porter and knew that he wouldn't die wasn't feeling as panicked and so didn't feel compelled to call me regular updates. I kept trying to tell myself that Joe would call if there was a problem but I couldn't stop myself from trying to call him every 30 seconds (because he turned off his phone at the instacare) and silently cursing him for not contacting me. When I did get to the instacare, Porter was done and had one staple in his head. Dallin thought it was pretty great. He got see the doctor give Porter a shot in the head, clean out the ouchie, and put the staple in. Also, he got a sucker and a sticker. It wasn't terrible for Porter either. It apparently didn't hurt too much and he got to go for ice cream afterward.

The next Thursday, I got my second most feared called. No one had picked Porter up from kindergarten. The worst part - Porter finishes school at 11:30 and no one called me until 1:00. The school claimed they were trying to reach me before but apparently they were using morse code or something and when that didn't work, then they called mine and Joe's cell phones. I was again in Park City (I'm sensing a trend) and couldn't go get him. Joe went and got him. The daycare said they had gone at the appointed time and Porter hadn't been there. Also, Dallin had told them I was home so they thought I must have taken Porter to get his staple out or something. Dallin, by the way, is not always the best source of information. He had also spent the day trying to convince daycare that he was sick and needed to go home. First, he said he was "sick in the head." When that didn't work, he said his stomach hurt. Finally, he said his feet were sick. Anyway, Porter handled the whole being-forgotten thing pretty well but I am still annoyed that it was an hour and half after he was supposed to be picked up that people finally realized that he was still at school.

Then, on Tuesday, Porter stuck his hand under the car to retrieve a lost soccer ball. The problem was that we had just gotten out of the car and it was still pretty hot underneath. He burned the tops of his fingers. Luckily they weren't terrible burns. Still, several hours after the event, after keeping his hand submerged in cold water the whole time and giving him advil, the burns still hurt pretty badly. I took him the instacare. One of his fingers was burned kind of badly so they put a bunch of creams on his fingers to help them feel better, stop infection, etc. and wrapped him.

Finally, today, Porter was riding his bike. He said he thought his helmet was loose so he tried to fix it while still riding. His handle bars turned on him or something and now he has several large scrapes across his chest. Also, we are now out of bandaids because of several smaller injuries he has inflicted on himself.