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So, this past week has been a whilrwind. But, along the way, I am sure that my wife and I have scored some serious consideration for 'parent monitoring award of the year'. How about a little story, shall we?!
This Tuesday, DW needed to check in with work and get things ready for her return to work. I decided that since it was only 94 degrees at 8a with only high humidity, not VERY high humidity, that I would do some yard work to knock down the weeds. DW and youngest son return from the AF base about 10:45a. I was, of course, working hard and had a wheelbarrow in the yard to place leaves/grass clippings/small venomous snakes/bear droppings, etc with me. Colton, the youngest, asked to help. So, we empty the junk out of the wheelbarrow and start picking up- 3yo sized bush leavings. I asked him to stay right there and finish while I got the mower from the side of the house. *Let us break from this riveting story and back-fill a little- When they got home, they had to move the jog stroller, and two bicycles, one fit for a 6yo, and one for a 3yo *...we now join our previous story in progress...in the amount of time it took for me to walk to the side of the house, get the mower, turn around and push it to the front of the yard- at best 2-3 minutes. Colton got on his bike- sans helmet, with the front wheel turned around backward and goes flying down the driveway. At this point, I should also mention that we live on an incline. The driveway slopes down to the road and there is a nice bump where the smoothness of our drive meets the rocky asphalt of the roadway through the neighborhood. DW had gone in the house, I turned just in time time to see him whiz down the drive both feet in the air, and hit that bump. The front wheel turned and he lost balance spilling into the road, leading with his forehead and shoulder. I ran quickly and scooped him off the ground, he was bleeding and screaming. Got him in the house and dumped in the shower to clean him off. He had a gash about two inches long right at the hair line that was DEEP. He didn't get any stitches, but they "glued" it back together with Dermabond. That stuff is pretty cool, but it looked just like glue.
So, DW and I both spent the better part of this week feeling like each of us were to blame for the latest and greatest spill in this house.
Guess it was a good thing that he had his two year EEG the week before!
Just thought I would share...
This Tuesday, DW needed to check in with work and get things ready for her return to work. I decided that since it was only 94 degrees at 8a with only high humidity, not VERY high humidity, that I would do some yard work to knock down the weeds. DW and youngest son return from the AF base about 10:45a. I was, of course, working hard and had a wheelbarrow in the yard to place leaves/grass clippings/small venomous snakes/bear droppings, etc with me. Colton, the youngest, asked to help. So, we empty the junk out of the wheelbarrow and start picking up- 3yo sized bush leavings. I asked him to stay right there and finish while I got the mower from the side of the house. *Let us break from this riveting story and back-fill a little- When they got home, they had to move the jog stroller, and two bicycles, one fit for a 6yo, and one for a 3yo *...we now join our previous story in progress...in the amount of time it took for me to walk to the side of the house, get the mower, turn around and push it to the front of the yard- at best 2-3 minutes. Colton got on his bike- sans helmet, with the front wheel turned around backward and goes flying down the driveway. At this point, I should also mention that we live on an incline. The driveway slopes down to the road and there is a nice bump where the smoothness of our drive meets the rocky asphalt of the roadway through the neighborhood. DW had gone in the house, I turned just in time time to see him whiz down the drive both feet in the air, and hit that bump. The front wheel turned and he lost balance spilling into the road, leading with his forehead and shoulder. I ran quickly and scooped him off the ground, he was bleeding and screaming. Got him in the house and dumped in the shower to clean him off. He had a gash about two inches long right at the hair line that was DEEP. He didn't get any stitches, but they "glued" it back together with Dermabond. That stuff is pretty cool, but it looked just like glue.
So, DW and I both spent the better part of this week feeling like each of us were to blame for the latest and greatest spill in this house.
Guess it was a good thing that he had his two year EEG the week before!
Just thought I would share...
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