Happy first week of preschool to Alice! She had her first day of school this week and did great. She was extremely nervous about me leaving and there were quite a few tears on that first drop off, but when I came to pick her up she was all smiles and said, "Mom, I had a great time at preschool!" She told me that she cried for a minute, then she wiped her tears away and had a fun time. They painted, danced, played, and had a snack. The two hours of preschool went by astonishingly fast. Unfortunately it isn't really time gained for me because she is starting to drop her nap. The amount of hours spent at preschool (4 hours a week) is less than the nap hours we are losing. But I'm still glad she can spend that time learning and making friends.
What brought me the most joy last week was mine and Jared's Harry Potter evenings, with a fall candle lit and treats to go with it. In Washington school didn't start until the end of September, at which point autumn really was starting. So my brain thinks it should be fall right now, even though we're still definitely in the heat of the summer. My heart is torn between sadness at leaving pool/splash pad season behind for another year, and joy at fall around the corner. You know, basic stuff.
I'm sure there is more to report from last week, but it is eclipsed by the sadness of Savvy's freak haircut incident on Saturday. Jared cuts Savvy's hair and has gotten pretty good at it over the years. But on Saturday, Savvy shook her head in the middle of the haircut and her ear got caught in the shears. It's every bit as awful as it sounds. I didn't realize how bad it was until Jared left with the kids to run an errand afterward and I was home alone with Savvy--there was a jagged tear going an inch up her ear. Jared really downplayed the ordeal at the time (either he didn't want me to panic or he felt bad since it was at his hands and he wanted to just take care of it himself . . . probably both).
If it had been me doing the haircut and this had happened, I would have immediately run her to the emergency vet. Unfortunately, a negative of Jared having gone to med school is he thinks dog stitches are a cute lil' DIY project. Like, dude, dog ears are not people ears. And dogs are not peoples. But he insisted on stitching her up himself. I asked my mom to come because she's a nurse and I wanted some peace of mind that someone would be there to hold Savvy's paw and look out for her while Jared stitched her up. I was a wreck about the ordeal and I'm not good around blood, so my job was to stay inside and keep the kids from interrupting the procedure. My dad ended up coming too and playing with the kids, so I paced around and made some lemonade instead. In the end Jared was able to get Savvy's ear fixed up, and so far her recovery is going fine, but woof. I'm so sad she had to go through that, all for a haircut she didn't want in the first place because she's a dog. I told Jared that from here on out Savvy will be getting her haircuts at the groomer, and/or if there are any future doggy lacerations for any reason, then I will be rushing her to a vet so she can be as comfortable and well taken care of as possible, with access to only the best of doggie anesthesias. Give your doggie dogs a hug. They are too pure, the goodest doggos.
