Accident Prone

Riley had a big first this summer: her first papercut! This girl is often pretty tough when she gets hurt. Not so in this instance. The photos I immediately caught with my iPod are better than any description I could give you of Riley's reaction.

Just a couple of days later I was watching a friend's three kids when Asher somehow fell off the couch and cut his lip pretty badly. There was a pretty big gash inside his mouth and also a small cut on the outside. The voicemail that I left for the nurse at our pediatrician's office went something like this: "Asher cut his lip and now that I've got the bleeding slowed down, I can tell that he is bleeding from both the inside and outside of his mouth. I don't want to overreact, but it looks like it could possibly have punctured all the way through." Because she is a wonderful nurse (and 95% of the reason I recommend my pediatrician to other moms) she called back right away. She reassured me that cuts in the mouth often look worse than they are, but it wouldn't hurt to get him in right away to have it looked at.

Fortunately they were two seperate cuts, the one inside from his teeth, and the one on the outside from the edge of the step where his face hit on the way down. No stitches needed since the big one was inside his mouth, and the whole thing healed up pretty quickly.

Because his three-year old friend was sitting on the couch with him when it happened, I suspected all along that he was showing off for her when he fell of the couch. My hunch was confirmed when we asked Asher that evening how he fell off the couch and he answered "I wud showing Whitney my twicks."

I wondered aloud to Scot later if this might already be the beginning of our son doing dumb things to impress girls. He thought it more likely that this was the beginning of our son doing dumb things simply because he is a boy.

The very next day, Scot was proved right. Asher was following me downstairs to the laundry room. He took the first two stairs with his hands over both eyes, making monster noises. I told him it was a bad idea to cover his eyes while walking down the stairs. So he uncovered one eye and the monster noises changed to "Aargh! I a piwate." I went ahead of him to the basement. When he made it to the bottom of the stars he was rubbing an elbow with his hand, saying "Owwww." He had managed to bang the elbow of his "pirate hand" on the banister.