Sweltering Seattle & His First Big Tumble
This past week was hot hot hot here -- Friday it got up in the 90s. This reminded us of one reason why we must leave Seattle, as Seattleites for some unknown reason don't believe in air conditioning. I had Isaac running around clad in only a smile to help with the heat:
Later we were goofing around outside our apartment, which is surrounded by these evil concrete stairs that have been the bane of all babies' existence who live nearby. When Isaac was still camping out in his bouncer outside, we witnessed Ella, then of course much younger, miss the bottom step and collide face-first with the unforgiving concrete. More recently, Claudia took a nose-dive down her set of stairs, and ended up with some horrific scabs covering her nose. We are always super-careful with Isaac around the stairs -- he waits at the top of the stairs for help, and then holds on to the hands of a grown-up to walk down. He and I were sitting on the bottom stair, minding our own business, sharing a sippy-cup full o' juice, when he dropped the sippy-cup onto the aforementioned unforgiving concrete below. He reached down to pick it up, but surprised himself (and his poor ma) by being too top-heavy, and instead of landing on his hands landed square on the side of his forehead:
You can see the healed remnants of the awful bruise in the playground pix I took today -- it's almost gone, meaning I will no longer have to endure those horrible Deadbeat Mom glares from passers-by.
Later we were goofing around outside our apartment, which is surrounded by these evil concrete stairs that have been the bane of all babies' existence who live nearby. When Isaac was still camping out in his bouncer outside, we witnessed Ella, then of course much younger, miss the bottom step and collide face-first with the unforgiving concrete. More recently, Claudia took a nose-dive down her set of stairs, and ended up with some horrific scabs covering her nose. We are always super-careful with Isaac around the stairs -- he waits at the top of the stairs for help, and then holds on to the hands of a grown-up to walk down. He and I were sitting on the bottom stair, minding our own business, sharing a sippy-cup full o' juice, when he dropped the sippy-cup onto the aforementioned unforgiving concrete below. He reached down to pick it up, but surprised himself (and his poor ma) by being too top-heavy, and instead of landing on his hands landed square on the side of his forehead:
You can see the healed remnants of the awful bruise in the playground pix I took today -- it's almost gone, meaning I will no longer have to endure those horrible Deadbeat Mom glares from passers-by.
posted by Claire at 8:30 PM
2 Comments:
aaaahhh... it's hard seeing your toddler take a dive like that. Mo had a swollen, cracked lip for nearly a week because she bit her lip while falling down on the hardwood floor.
OH no! I'd probably be more upset than LB would be but it hurts to see them fall.
And yea... People seem to think it NEVER gets hot here just because it RAINS all the time. Duh. When it's hot? TURN ON THE AC. (It's been 12 years since we had AC. Last time I had.. we were in TEXAS.)
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