I was so grateful; we made it home yesterday, safely. No accidents, not too many disagreements : ) Our whole extended family also made it back safely to Buffalo. Gizmo and Holly were both great. I was concerned about being so far from them for so long. All good. All peaceful.
Today Dylan had a hockey game. Lancaster vs. Depew. It was a great game! They were evenly matched, and Depew's goalie is a friend of ours. They tied 2-2. Dylan played an excellent game. There was a moment in the first period where, he kneeled down. I can't remember if he was tripped? But I remember thinking, OMG I hope he's not hurt. He got right up and kept playing. In fact, he played the whole rest of the game.
Fast forward, I was waiting in the corridor for him to come out and I start hearing a buzz. "Dylan", "bleeding", "dressing room". I start looking around... there are 3 Dylans on the team, so I try not to freak out. I finally realize it is my Dylan and I rush to the locker room. Jeff is already there. Apparently he clipped himself during the trip.
Eight stitches later, he is on the couch. He is good, and I am really trying to talk him into taking up chess.
