A Long Week: Sunday

On Sunday, we all went to Red Lobster for lunch and we sat in a very large booth with really high backs. Evan kept standing up on the seat and I couldn't see what was attracting his attention on the other side. I kept asking him to sit down but I was also busy trying to keep Dylan distracted, as he was being really loud and antsy while waiting for the food to arrive. I had given both boys some Cheez-Its crackers to try to occupy them, and a few minutes later, a lady appeared at our table and announced in an irritated tone "Your son is throwing Cheetohs at us!" She opened her hand and there was a stack of Cheez-Its crackers. I apologized profusely to the lady and scolded Evan and got him to sit down for the rest of the meal, but the other lady who'd been sitting behind us gave me a nasty look when we left. Sigh.

That afternoon, my Mom and I took the boys to the mall. Dylan fell asleep in the stroller and had a big nap while Evan played in the indoor play area. He really enjoyed this but had a few scraps with some of the other kids and could be heard shouting "You're not my friend" a couple of times to some total strangers.

After Dylan woke up, Evan asked if they could ride the little mall train. I loaded them up and then shut the door on our train car so Dylan couldn't escape...and then saw Evan's face turn bright red and distorted. His mouth then dropped open and he cried silently for a second before letting out this blood curdling scream. Then I realized that his finger was caught in the door of the train car. I quickly opened the door and was absolutely horrified, half expecting to find blood and an amputated fingertip, but thankfully, it was just pinched. He cried really hard and the train conductor actually came to check on us before starting the train ride. I tried to cheer him up with some silly photos but the only thing that made him feel better was the promise that he could pick out a toy when we stopped at Target on the way home, and that I would cover his finger with a Spider Man Band-Aid when we got home.  Poor kid!! I felt so, so awful about that!