I promise I don't beat my child
This morning before storytime at the library, what would be the refrain from Isaac but "outside? outside?!?!?!???" Do I have a choice but to comply? It was a little chilly, and he seemed a little sleepy (having awakened at the unfriendly hour of 6:15), but other than that he seemed physically good to go.
Within the span of 10 minutes he fell down twice. Once he did a near nose-dive on our driveway and scraped up his chin a little, but really no big deal. Then, not more than a few steps later, he decided he would walk (and his mommy decided she would let him) onto a drainage grate that attaches to the curb in the street. Now, before you go judging, this part of the street is blocked off by a huge dumpster and a recycling area. I don't let him play where the cars can get him; just where he can reek of trash. To continue with the story, the spacings between the grate were just too big for his shoes to handle without being unstable (something his deadbeat mommy didn't think until it was way too late), and he tripped, fell, and landed the side of his precious cranium into the metal edge of the drainage grate. Oh yeah, the edge that was at curb height. Here is his messed up little face:
He is just fine, and hasn't seemed remotely wobbly since. He even demonstrated a brand new skill at storytime, that he can stand on one foot for about a second. Me? I am a wreck. I hate it when he bruises his beautiful face, not only because I am constantly shamed by how I probably should have paid more attention and helped there not to be a bruising in the first place, but mostly because his bruise is just so OUT THERE, saying "look at me! Please use your cell phone to dial CPS before it's too late!"
Within the span of 10 minutes he fell down twice. Once he did a near nose-dive on our driveway and scraped up his chin a little, but really no big deal. Then, not more than a few steps later, he decided he would walk (and his mommy decided she would let him) onto a drainage grate that attaches to the curb in the street. Now, before you go judging, this part of the street is blocked off by a huge dumpster and a recycling area. I don't let him play where the cars can get him; just where he can reek of trash. To continue with the story, the spacings between the grate were just too big for his shoes to handle without being unstable (something his deadbeat mommy didn't think until it was way too late), and he tripped, fell, and landed the side of his precious cranium into the metal edge of the drainage grate. Oh yeah, the edge that was at curb height. Here is his messed up little face:
He is just fine, and hasn't seemed remotely wobbly since. He even demonstrated a brand new skill at storytime, that he can stand on one foot for about a second. Me? I am a wreck. I hate it when he bruises his beautiful face, not only because I am constantly shamed by how I probably should have paid more attention and helped there not to be a bruising in the first place, but mostly because his bruise is just so OUT THERE, saying "look at me! Please use your cell phone to dial CPS before it's too late!"
posted by Claire at 9:00 AM
3 Comments:
I think it's the worst when they get bruises or scratches on their faces right before getting professional pictures done!!
Poor Isaac! I'm sure he was very brave. Poor Claire! I won't call if you say the same when Liam starts walking... someday.
Awww! It is just part of having a boy, I think! Although, I was a pretty big tomboy and have the scars to prove it. TOnight, beaux and I were coloring and he looked over at my legs and started pointing, "BOOBOO MOMMY! BOOBOO!" Adorable! Him, not my scars. :)
Post a Comment
<< Home