Sunday, August 10, 2008

You should see the other guy....



Poor Landon....he looks like he just got out of the ring after a pounding with Rocky. He's had 3 accidents in a matter of 24 hours, hence the bruises on his face. He and Garrett are at that awkward toddler stage where their bodies are so top heavy (from those huge heads of theirs) that they will just simply be walking and then suddenly fall down. They also don't have the common sense yet to put their hands in front of them to cushion the blow. Both boys also seem to think they are invincible..."let's see if I can fly....BOOM" (that would be the sound of Landon's face hitting the pavement).

So accident #1 happened when Landon was just walking down the driveway. His little legs carried him a little too fast and in an instant he fell over and landed face first on the pavement. Bloody nose and lots of tears.

Accident #2 happened while we were out shopping. One of the strip malls we go to has this really nice water fountain that the kids like to play near (okay, honestly, they like to splash their hands in the water and sometimes I just desperately need that break so I don't bother to stop the fun...but I'm not THAT bad of a mother, I do wash their hands with antibacterial wipes afterwards, that has to count for something). There are a bunch of little tables with metal chairs around the fountain and Landon was sitting on one. Tim had gone to take our things to the car and then he was going to come right back, leaving me with all 4 kids. Recipe for disaster, no doubt. Right then, Bella said "Mommy, I have to pee RIGHT NOW". Great, she couldn't have mentioned that before Tim took off to the car?? That would've been too easy I suppose. I often forget that I am one of God's sources for entertainment.

As I'm trying to gather up our things, I took my eyes off Landon for a second (and really, isn't that when things often go wrong, in just that little millisecond of time?) Next thing I know he's standing on the chair putting all his weight against the back of it and he went down faster than I could run over to him....BOOM....face first onto the pavement. Bloody nose, huge bump on the forehead, lots of tears.

Accident #3 I did not witness. Tim took the kids to his parents house and they were all outside while the kids played. Landon was climbing on a slide (that was on the pavement...go figure) and he lost his balance and fell...face first onto the pavement. Bloody nose, bruise on the side of his forehead and a few scratches on the nose. This really freaked Tim's mom out apparently. Tim and I are so used to these little accidents between all the kids that it doesn't send us into shock mode anymore. Shock mode for us would be one of their limbs hanging at an awkward angle or a broken bone protruding through skin.

Tim called me on his way home and said, "I just want to warn you before you see Landon...he got hurt today when he fell off the slide. He looks pretty bad". But of course nothing can prepare me until I see him and all I could say was "my poor baby"....it's one thing when he gets hurt and I'm there to comfort him but it's another thing when he gets hurt and I'm not there to hold him, hug him and assure him that he'll be okay. There's that special mother/child bond that only a mother could understand. My heart ached that I wasn't there for him and my heart ached even more that he got hurt yet again.

But Landon is such a champ....after he cries for a few minutes, he's right back to trying to fly again, while smiling that beautiful smile of his. I wish I could wrap him in bubble wrap until he's 15 years old....

5 comments:

Chatabox Girl said...

Aww the poor thing!! at least it comes in threes... Hopefully you should get some rest for a bit!

screamish said...

poor thing! Mind you in these photos he looks happy enough, even quite pleased! maybe he'll grow up to be some Evil Knievel character...some extreme spors daredevil (I hope not!!)

Tuesday Girl said...

poor baby!

twinmama said...

Poor guy! I think boo-boos are a badge of pride for little boys!

Supermom said...

Awww. I told my H she should say something like that after our scare yesterday! I think I needed a valium myself!

I figure that if the children are alive when my husband gets home at the end of the day, I've done my job.

----Roseanne Barr



 
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