Falling Hard

So I just went on about how bad I felt that Wyatt has the scrapes on his knees from playing outside. I mean I realize that it happens, but I just feel for him. Then late last night right before bed, I was trying to get some extra chores out of the way when and W was running around the house loving life. I was aware of what he was doing, but figured my husband was keeping a close eye on him. Anyway, about halfway through cleaning the living room I can hear W's scream over the hum of vacuum cleaner. Of course I dropped everything and rushed to him. Luckily Patrick was there and already had him scooped up, but the damage had been done. I guess he had been running through the kitchen and was holding a new toy truck and just tripped (as he often does now that he wants to run everything, and his little legs can't quite seem to keep up). The problem was that he bit hard on his lower lip.

Today it looks horrible. So swollen and at least 3 different blood blisters. But it doesn't really seem to bother him so I guess this is going to have to be another one of those battle scars from him learning how to stay upright. It is just heartbreaking to watch him with this huge, swollen lip.

Sure Sign of Summer

Even though Wyatt is only 15 months old (well just about) he is already looking like a seven year-old kid with all the scrapes on his knees and elbows! The last couple of days it has actually been nice out so I have taken advantages of the great weather and gotten him outside as much as possible. The especially nice part is that there is a great playground close by that we often go to so between that park and walking on the sidewalks to get there we have officially gotten the tell-tale scrapes of summer.
When he got his main knee scrapes I was sure that he would start screaming in pain because I can remember how awful it felt to get those horrible scrapes from cement. But Wyatt just looked up at me almost wondering if he should cry or keep on playing. So of course I just smiled and said he would be fine, which seemed to be enough, because he has just got right back to walking down the sidewalk. So I guess it’s all good.  One sign of the great summer to come I guess.

Possible Funny Future

There are many days when I am glad I get the chance to go to work and unwind from any of the stress that builds up at home.  The extra plus is that the people I work with are interesting and fun. Just a couple of days ago while at work, when we had a slow period, one of the girls was checking out some funny notes on another website and came across notes written by kids to their parents when they were angry. I know the phrase out of the mouths of babes have always proven true but there are no other ways to describe the thought that came through my mind. I know that there will be a day when Wyatt will do the same to me. I am sure I will make him so angry that he doesn't want to actually talk to me but has to share his feelings. I can only hope that Wyatt is eloquent enough with his words as these kids were, or at least as entertaining. http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/2010/04/14/my-terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-parents/