Drake's big day

Tuesday Drake's day started out on the wrong foot. I put him in time out and he accidently locked himself in the bathroom. So I looked over the door frame only to find no key to get him out. I checked over all the doors in the house and there wasn't a single key! I didn't know what to do. I was watching my friend's two little boys, so I couldn't just grab Gwen and go search out a neighbor home to borrow their key. And in the mean time, Drake's cute little hand was sticking out from under the door and he was saying "mommy, want you". So the poor boy was locked in the bathroom for an hour and a half before I finally found a little screw driver to unlock the bathroom door!

Then he got into mom's make up-AGAIN!! Time out again.

Later my sisters and sister in law came over to take the kids to the pool, I had to stay inside with two sleeping little boys, but shortly after they left, Tara brought Drake back to me and told me he fell and hit his head on the side walk. 

And look at the bump he had on his noggen!

But despite this huge goose egg, he seemed to be fine.
We just sat on the couch with ice on his head and watched "dinosaurs".
(The Land Before Time)

He took a short nap, and played with Jack, then started getting cranky and lethargic.  He didn't eat his dinner, even though it was pizza.  He then fell asleep, slept all the way home from my mom's, and was still sleeping when I took him out of the car.  I put him on the couch where he woke up.  Not too long after that, he got up and started towards me saying, "owie".  I asked him where when he just started puking!  I picked him up, was in a little bit of shock, didn't know what to do and then thought I should at least get him off the carpet.  He puked a couple more times before I thought it'd be best to get him over the toilet.  (I don't know why it took me so long-all I could think about is that this is a big problem and I don't know where my cell phone is!)  Luckily right after I got Drake in the tub and washed him off I heard Ryan get home.  

So we dropped Gwen off at Gigi's for an overnight and rushed Drake off to hospital.

He was admitted immediately where they put an IV in his cute little hand.  He was mad, but was exhausted.  So quickly fell back to sleep.  And he slept in between bouts of puking.

The doctor advised that he would need a CAT scan and because he probably wouldn't hold still for it he would need to be sedated, so a children's hospital would be better.

So Drake got his first (and hopefully only) ambulance ride.

We waited and Drake slept, until it was time for the CAT.  Then he was very upset.  They hoped they wouldn't need to sedate him, so instead they just drugged him.  It was AWESOME!!  I want some of what ever they gave him for tantrums.  ;)  Almost immediately he calmed and started singing with me.  But when they got him strapped into the bed thingy, he started to panic again.  They gave him another dose, and immediately he just started giggling.  

See, look at him laughing as he goes in.  

So we had a very long night, Drake has a mild concussion, but he was discharged early Wednesday morning, and just has to take it easy for six weeks.  How am I supposed to make sure a two year old takes it easy?  He also has an ear infection.  :(