You know, it was going pretty well. We waited until it was dark (Jake was very impatient), we went out into our neighborhood and started with our immediate neighbors. We hadn't seen them in a while, so we chatted with them, then went off down the street. Jake was doing a great job saying "Trick or treat" and "thank you" very clearly and being good.
But then.
We were about 20 houses down the street. Coming down off the curb, I stepped on my left ankle wrong, heard some pops, and dropped to the ground. I felt like I was going to throw up, it hurt so bad. Luckily (for my pride) there was no one else around, so I sat there for a minute and caught my breath, then we headed home. Jake was really upset that I was hurt and he just wanted to get home. Plus, I could barely walk, and that puts a damper on roaming the neighborhood for candy. Once we were home, Jake kept saying "Mom, I'm sorry you hurt your foot" or "I'm sad about your foot," and kept bringing me over some of his candy. Even helped keep up my supply of ice.
I'm afraid, though, that this is going to be one of those first memories that never leaves you for Jake. And I feel really bad about that.
So . . . yeah. I hope that YOUR Halloween was better than mine.
man - what a night for you both! I'm sorry you injured your foot, Jen -- you didn't break it, did you?
Get well soon!
Posted by: Sandi P. | November 01, 2007 at 03:15 PM
Awww, I'm so sorry luv! How's your ankle today? Feel better!
Posted by: Ninotchka | November 01, 2007 at 07:48 PM
Much love and hugs to you doll.
Miss you.
Think of you and Jake often!
Posted by: Kelly | November 01, 2007 at 09:33 PM