By tumble, I mean that instead of climbing out of his car seat to retrieve his favorite tennis ball, which he had dropped during the drive home, he leaned completely forward, from the waist, reaching straight down and as a result, when I stepped back to help him out of the car, he was instead head-down, sneakers-up making that well-known-to-all-toddler-parents intake of breath before releasing it in a bellow of surprise, pain and tears.
Yup. He's two, if you recall, and so ice and distraction were my first instinctual moves. He stopped crying as soon as I daubed his head and, as I was lacking in total situational awareness and he has a decent head of hair, I didn't see the blood, thus, after a quick lunch and a diaper change, he settled merrily into his daily nap. I awakened him almost two hours later to retrieve his sister from school and we all headed over to the park for a playdate with a school friend, him contentedly munching on pretzels and raisins and giving no indication that he'd cut his head open, and me somehow again, failing to notice the coagulated blood matted in his hair on the left and to the rear. However.....
|A week prior, at a "Get Messy" party|
|That would be cornstarch and paint all over him.|
From there it was home to try and clean it a bit, but the bleeding didn't abate, so back into the car, to the pediatrician's office, where they worked us in. After some deep cleaning, and some probing, the deep (but mercifully, short) V-shaped cut was identified and the Bubbaloo received two stitches, a dragon sticker, and an appointment to return on Halloween morning to have them removed. (I have a pic, but I'll spare you that.)
So, I got naught for a FBF story today. Instead, here's a pic from the 2004 MCM. Not a good race for me, unfortunately, but I did beat the guy in the Royal Marines shirt and Mr. Big Pecs on the right.
|10 years ago....|