Scarred for life! I knew it was bound to happen, but it is one of those things you wish had happened while daddy was in charge... We have often been accused of spending too much time with our children and not allowing them to do things on their own. (Meaning we should learn how to let them play alone while we tend to house chores.) Well, this past Saturday we were expecting some company for dinner and I had some food to prepare. Benjamin was happily playing in the front room so I decided to sneak in to the kitchen. (I can only hear what is happening from there, not actually see.) While cutting up some fruit I heard a loud crash followed by a blood-curdling scream. I rushed in to the room to find my baby on his face in between the rocking horse and the little chair. He had a large scratch on the side of his face which looked like it could tear open at any second but, luckily, only the tippy-top bled. It started to swell and bruise immediately so I tried to get some ice on it. Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen... So, instead, we just danced through the house singing quietly until the screaming and gasping for air subsided. He did refuse to let me put him down for the rest of the evening so I got some good use out of Baby Bjorn. (Can I tell you how much I love those things??) And I managed to prepare dinner without burning or cutting anything on either one of us. Not too shabby... Here is how my sweet Benjam looked on Tuesday.
(Please forgive the snotty, food-covered face. In his highchair is the only place I could get him to sit still long enough to get a picture.) The scratch has healed now and doesn't seem to bother him (as long as his mommy remembers it is a scratch and not jelly that needs to be scrubbed off his face. Oops.) But I am still waiting to see if a scar remains for all eternity. And in case that was not proof enough that we are quickly moving in to the toddling stage, he decided to go for round two on Wednesday. Remember the cute picture of the boys looking out the window? Well, he followed that up by a free stand. He likes to go from standing to plopping down on his behind - after throwing his arms in to the air and arching his back. Unfortunately, he forgot to take the windowsill into account and he came down smashing his top teeth into the window. He bled pretty good but we managed to keep it in his mouth or on the washcloth. Luckily, it dried up pretty quickly and he was back in business in no time. Looks like it is going to be a long pre-walking stage. Let's hope we all survive in one piece.
(Please forgive the snotty, food-covered face. In his highchair is the only place I could get him to sit still long enough to get a picture.) The scratch has healed now and doesn't seem to bother him (as long as his mommy remembers it is a scratch and not jelly that needs to be scrubbed off his face. Oops.) But I am still waiting to see if a scar remains for all eternity. And in case that was not proof enough that we are quickly moving in to the toddling stage, he decided to go for round two on Wednesday. Remember the cute picture of the boys looking out the window? Well, he followed that up by a free stand. He likes to go from standing to plopping down on his behind - after throwing his arms in to the air and arching his back. Unfortunately, he forgot to take the windowsill into account and he came down smashing his top teeth into the window. He bled pretty good but we managed to keep it in his mouth or on the washcloth. Luckily, it dried up pretty quickly and he was back in business in no time. Looks like it is going to be a long pre-walking stage. Let's hope we all survive in one piece.
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OMG poor baby! He looks so sad. I'm proud of you for taking a minute away though. He will still have to go through all of that stuff so taking time to do your own thing is OK. Really ... don't let this one accident scare you away from that. He'll be good. And bruised:)
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