You may seriously wonder what kind of crazy title I wrote today. How can those things even go together? Oh, I so wish they didn't. It's been one of those horrible days. I'll start from the beginning....
Thursdays are Rod's late day. Late to work at 11 and late home, usually at 7 or 8. And today we were dealing with some issues. It was hectic. When we finally all made it back to the bedroom to re-group and let the kids play, we were tired (and it was only 9am).
In true Isaac fashion, he was twirling his rubber snake around our bedroom. I had asked him to stop only because I was concerned he was going to eventually smack his brother in the head with it on accident. It's happened many times before. But since Caleb decided to sit on the bed with me and watch a movie and no one was near Isaac, I let him continue on with his snack charmer antics.
It wasn't 2 minutes later, in the middle of talking to Rod, I saw Isaac sling that rubber snake at our full length mirror, catch it like a lasso and topple the mirror over on top of him. What are the odds??? I have never seen him do that and didn't even know it was possible. He scared us to death but in true mommy form, I rushed over to help him up. And that's when I saw it. Blood. In his mouth. On his hand. On his leg. Not cut up badly but just enough to bleed...and bleed and bleed and bleed. It was awful.
Needless to say, he broke the mirror but was lucky because it knocked him backward and had it directly fallen on him, he may have been hurt a lot worse! His upper lip is busted pretty good. He complains about it the most. He's got a good scratch on his shoulder, a nice cut on his thumb and a small cut on his knee. That equals lots of camo bandaids. He thinks he's one of his army men.
He was so upset that he broke the mirror and kept saying his was sorry. Like we even care about that silly mirror! So we kept reassuring him it was ok. No big deal. We're just glad he wasn't badly hurt! But I took him with me to the store today to pick out another one. He's much happier now. And this one will actually hang on the wall and maybe get played with less.
As you can see from the above picture, we had an old fashioned mirror my grandparents gave me a couple years ago. I remember using it when I was a little girl. But there is something about it that attracts little boys. Caleb frequently sits behind it. Isaac uses it to check out his 'big muuuuuuscles'! So it will be missed but it's only a mirror.
I would have a picture of poor Isaac's lip but he wasn't having it AT ALL. And I can understand that. I would also have a picture of my new mirror but it's not on the wall yet and it's in the bedroom where the boys are sleeping. Maybe another day!
So, how do you feel/react when your kids hurt themselves? Do you have any heart-stopping stories?