Last night was made memorable by my son testing the mixability of skipping, stocking feet, and hardwood floors. I think we’ve verified that you can safely choose any two. He now has the faint imprint of the edge of a wooden table running from his cheekbone to his lower jaw, like a chinstrap, along with some lingering pain in the TMJ area if he tries to open his mouth too wide.
I spent last night waking every two hours to test him for a possible concussion (I did 11 PM, 1 AM and 3 AM: Mom got 5 AM as she went to work), and there seems to be no lasting damage to skull or table.
Today was his first ever baseball practice with his pony league team (the Yankees: sadly, only black uniforms. no pinstripes). He did quite well, even when he stopped a chopper with his chest. He did pick it up and throw it back in before he realized “hey, that hurts!” He came to see me, in tears, and before I could do very much in the way of consoling, he recovered his poise, his glove, and ran back on the field, chasing a grounder with the rest of them.
He took some good cuts at the tee as well, so this should be fun.
Tonight a birthday party for a classmate who shares the exact same birthday (he’s had that happen in every school he’s attended: it never happened to me once). Tomorrow, we take it easy.