It happened.
We have been walking around knocking on wood for the past 9 years every time we hear about a friend taking their child to the ER for stitches, or a cast, or some other childhood rite of passage.
We are the parents of two boys. Two boys who have never had stitches or casts. Two crazy boys who wrestle and climb on things and build bicycle ramps in the backyard.
Jack has fallen onto a tractor blade (little bump).
Michael flew over the handlebars of his BMX bike at the track (couple scrapes).
They play “body bowling” with their dad. For those of you who have not yet played, that’s when they hold onto Dad’s ankles and he “kicks” them across the tile like bowling balls rolling down the lane. The slipperier the pajamas, the better.
You get the picture – This should have happened a long time ago.
But it didn’t. It happened last night while they were swimming. It’s hard to explain, but Jack was “monkey walking” around the pool deck with his arms locked at the elbows. His head was about 2 feet above the water. They had been swimming for a while so the deck was wet and his hands slipped. He wacked his chin against the deck and fell into the water. I think I saw just two drops of blood. Tough kid, that Jack.
He is now the proud owner of three shiny black stitches. He’s been proudly telling the story all day to everyone who asks what happened.
I hope this buys us another 9 years.
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Poor Poor jack – jack when your Mom was little I told her and Uncle Marc – no jumping on the bed, someone is going to get hurt – one day your Mom (who was about Michaels age) came running out of her bedroom screaming crying – saying I’m sorry Mom – Marc fell and hit is head and he has a big hole in it. Marc was fine till he saw your Mom crying then he started crying and the hole in his head started bleeding and then they both started screaming and crying and then Uncle marc had to go to the hospital to get stitches right between his eyes. So when Mom’s tell you to be careful or someone is going to get hurt, you should believe her, cause Mom’s know everything.
I love you and hope you are feeling better.
Aw. That perfect little face with a scar?! If it makes you feel any better, someday some blonde bimbo will probably think that scar is pretty hot. Yeah. That probably doesn’t make you feel any better.
Here’s to nine more ER-less years. :)
Ahhh stitches – a rite of passage for every little man!
Tough kid. Still smiling!!
Stitches in the chin… the same place that his dad did… twice…before he was 2 years old.
Becca,
I stumbled on to your site from Darcie’s (who I also read all the time) and I just ahd to say that I find myself checking it daily. It could be the fact that I also have boys; My Jack is almost 3 and Luke is 7 months. But more then that it’s the stories you tell and how it makes me wonder what I have lingering for me in my future.
Thanks for sharing all of this and providing me some laughter as well as a peek into what the future holds with boys. I wish I had discovered the world of blogging sooner. I’m a newby as well. My blog is more or less just stories too but not nearly as well written. Here’s to hoping we make it 9 years.
~Amy
Darcie sent me over…Welcome to the Bloggy World!!
My kids haven’t had stitches yet either (knocking…knocking) but not for lack of trying. There were a couple times it was borderline but the dr said nope.
Thank goodness it was only three…I fell when I was 8 and cracked my chin on the pool deck…24 stitches. Go big or go home I guess.
Oh, eeeeeeeek! (I’m here from Darcies blog)
That looks painful… I’d be a big baby and cry all day and night about that, if it happened to me!
By the way, what am I doing up at 12:45am? I’m glad I am, because I got to find you through my blog hopping.
Welcome to the bloggy world.
Nell
Awww…been there. My youngest is my accident prone child. He broke his arm in the garage and also got 3 stitches for a head on collision with the banister. You never know when something like this will happen. Thankfully it was just stitches and nothing more. I think it’s a lot harder on us than it is on them.