i have been waiting to get the first official busting of the face over with.
i know. it sounds cruel to think that i was waiting for my kid to smash his face hard enough on something that it could be considered an official face busting.
but as a mom you just kind of dread these things happening. and you know that they are going to happen. especially if you have little boys.
poor TJ was minding his own business playing with his toy cars on the coffee table today. we utilize the coffee table quite a bit in our daily activities.
i watched in slow motion as he steps to the side with his arm out - apparently thinking that he was going to come in contact with some thing to hold on to as he cruised on around the table. he met solid air instead. which resulted in him pitching to the side - whacking the side of his mouth on the coffee table on the way down.
i checked for blood. the 2nd time i managed to pry his face away from my shoulder there was a nice trail of bloody drool running down his chin.
nothing a cold wash cloth and a good dose of love couldn't handle. no chipped teeth or gashes to tend to. but it is nice to have that whole first owie incident over with.
i am certain that it won't even make the charts as a booboo when he's like 5 or 6.
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4 comments:
Sounds like it was easier to kiss and make better than that meeting with a certain auntie's fingernail last weekend.
Or that time I washed his hair at bathtime.
I swear, now he thinks I'm out to get him or something.
not really. he cried for longer than normal. and he certainly did let out a good few screams. once i got the wash cloth out he settled some b/c he was being cautios and aware that i was about to do something.
his reaction to certain things is always worse if he's tired. and as of late he's been hating to have his hair washed! he freaks out every time i lay him down in the tub, but he freaks out if i get water on his face so i can't wash it with a cup and let him sit up either.
The first one is always the hardest. Just wait until he is nine, crashes and burns and continues on running around with a bloddy lip and a gash on his forehead without a care in the world. And you won't know about it until a few hours later. :)
vp- my thoughts exactly after this was over with.
one day, he'll just pick up and go on like he was never hurt. and i will feel rejected as a mother that he didn't come running when he was hurt.
ah, little boys. they can be so tough.
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