Got up extra early this morning to watch my big guy put on tefillin for the first time. It's customary to do this a month before bar mitzvah, but his were a little slow in getting here, so today was the day. I'm so proud of him, and will admit to getting a bit choked up as I watched.
Sunday is a regular work day at camp, so I spent the morning in the art room, doing what I do. The girls are working on wire and bead jewelry this week, and I was smack in the middle of teaching them how to make these earrings
when I got word that Chevi had had a run in with the floor, and that a trip to the ER was in my immediate future.
Thank G-d, it was a small laceration and required only a bit of glue and a steri-strip, as opposed to the stitches we'd expected. Long drive, long wait, little trauma. Not bad, as these things go, and there was ice cream to be had for those of us who kept from having a meltdown in the triage unit. (I gave some to the kid, too. I'm cool like that.)
Not an hour after I drove back on camp, Shani took a tumble off of a Big Wheel. From the looks of things, I was sure her arm was broken. However, she calmed down pretty quickly and was able to do "Wheels on the Bus" with both hands after a few doses of arnica and Traumeel. I'll probably have the PA take a look at it tomorrow, just to be on the safe side, but I think she's okay.
And now, if you'll all excuse me, I'm off to find myself a nice bottle of Rescue Remedy---and a straw.