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May. 13th, 2008 08:29 pmThis morning, I ran into E on the way to the elevator. E is in school with me, she is nearly the only other person anywhere near my age in this program, and she is pregnant.
She looked tired. I told her so. She said "yeah, well." I said "yeah." She said "How's the kid?" I said "Doing his best to concuss himself." She laughed. I said "hold up, you've got half a dandelion in your hair." She said "oh."
That pretty much sums up my morning.
This is the long version:
This morning, Danger Lad fell off the bed (head first). He bonked his head on the bathtub while I was brushing my teeth. He took his larger toy truck into the bathroom while I was making us oatmeal for breakfast, climbed up to stand on it and slipped, hitting his chin on the toilet (which we keep closed these days), and his head on the cabinets. I closed the bathroom door and the gate to the kitchen, so he got his other toy truck and tried to climb up on it by holding the grab bar over the cab and putting his feet on the back of the trailer, and then letting go of the grab bar and standing up, an exercise which has always and will always result in the toy truck flipping upwards in front of him and smacking him in the solar plexus.
I feel like I've gotten really nonchalant about letting my baby hit his head. Other parents don't seem so casual about the possibility with their kids when we see them.
She looked tired. I told her so. She said "yeah, well." I said "yeah." She said "How's the kid?" I said "Doing his best to concuss himself." She laughed. I said "hold up, you've got half a dandelion in your hair." She said "oh."
That pretty much sums up my morning.
This is the long version:
This morning, Danger Lad fell off the bed (head first). He bonked his head on the bathtub while I was brushing my teeth. He took his larger toy truck into the bathroom while I was making us oatmeal for breakfast, climbed up to stand on it and slipped, hitting his chin on the toilet (which we keep closed these days), and his head on the cabinets. I closed the bathroom door and the gate to the kitchen, so he got his other toy truck and tried to climb up on it by holding the grab bar over the cab and putting his feet on the back of the trailer, and then letting go of the grab bar and standing up, an exercise which has always and will always result in the toy truck flipping upwards in front of him and smacking him in the solar plexus.
I feel like I've gotten really nonchalant about letting my baby hit his head. Other parents don't seem so casual about the possibility with their kids when we see them.
