I’m Up! Kind of.
And I’m mostly better. And on the bright side, I’ve lost eight pounds. While it’s not my diet of choice, hey. It’s the new year. I’ll take it. I’m now back down to my pre-pregnancy weight. And also on the bright side, after taking off two days of work and quarantining me in the bedroom for four days, and accidentally dropping the entire pot of tortellini into the sink, knocking over the strainer and watching ALL but a few pieces of the tortellini go right down the drain, Joshua will never again come home and wonder what I’ve been doing all day.
“How do you do this?” he asked me. “Every day?”
I just laughed. Maniacally, I laughed. At him, too. I hear the tortellini was good.
And in Death Wish news, while closing the door to the flat this morning on my way to take Judah to preschool, Killian fell down the first set of brick stairs in our stairwell. He walked right off - didn’t even pause. I tried to grab him, but my fingers only grazed his hoodie. The kid totally flipped head over heels. He went down face first, his head hitting about the middle step and his body cartwheeled right over him, landing legs-and-butt-first on the landing, before the rest of him came to a stop. Amazingly enough, I think his momentum kept his head from hitting too hard. And as far as I call tell, his only injuries are three bloodied knuckles.
I’ve checked him over, head to toe, and while he’s clingy and quiet, I think he’s OK. He didn’t get dragged down any of the steps and I don’t see any bumps or bruises. He cried more out of shock and fear than from injury. Of course, Judah completely freaked out and started crying, too. The girl loves her brother.
That must be one of the worst feelings in life: watching your baby take a bad fall and only being able to watch helplessly from the sidelines. Brent, am I a bad parent if I deny him a skateboard??? I mean, he hasn’t even ASKED yet.
Also, today’s is my mom’s birthday. She would have been 57 years old. Happy Birthday, Momma.
January 9th, 2008 at 5:03 am
Look from a different angle: He tumbled down a flight of stairs and only scraped three knuckles. Boys have all sorts of near-death experiences. I mean, one time we found a bullet in the woods and smacked it with a hammer…did you know that this will actually fire the bullet right into the Ponds’ storm door on their house? Or one time we built a ramp and tried to jump trash cans…did you know that if your back tire hits the last one you’ll go head over heels with your bike a couple of times? I’ve fallen out of trees from 15 feet. I’ve fallen off the side of the high diving board (scraping my fingertips on the concrete as I hit the water). Skateboarding was just the next thing in line.
The key to all this is that he fell and only scraped three knuckles. We survive most of this stuff with bumps, scrapes and bruises.
And funny stories.