Well, I had to post this as soon as it came to me, if not, it would have been a simple blog forgotten about. So due to the quicktiality <--hey, don't act like you've never made up your own words before...hence no pic to go with it. Well, actually as this happened my thought was, "I am grabbing the camera taking a snap of this pathetic face". But the camera was in the car and I didn't dare leave this kid.
I suppose it doesn't take long to forget how things happened with your first child, like at what age they started to do this...or that...
I tell Ken all of the time that I left my mind in the delivery room...can I get an amen?
Seriously though, it seems as if Landon has hit this age where he is just all the time getting himself in to situations where there is a "bo bo" or it might be "boo boo" in your house.
Yesterday he fell off of Alli's bed, those of you who have seen her room know how high that is, to make things worse on his way down he hit the front of his face on the corner of her steps. I thank my wonderful maker that he allowed this to be a lesson learned for me with slight consequences. You see, when I ran back to Alli's room after hearing the "thunk", Landon was face down hardly breathing because it probably hurt my baby soooo bad, he lifted his head up to me and had a huge bump right between his eyes.
My lesson:
1. Watch my babies with more eyes then given to me.
2. Teach Alli that she is only to pick up brother when permission is given from an adult.
3. Never ever pull brother up onto your bed.
4. And of course to tell her it wasn't your fault.
What could have happened:
Well, I don't know, blindness, bleeding to the brain, not sure, I'm no doctor.
Anyway, that was yesterday, today, I pulled his little tikes bench into the doorway to give him breakfast so that he could watch cartoons as well, well the little dare devil stood up on the bench seat and fell forward onto the tile and smacked the left side of his face onto the tile.
These are going to be some kind of abusive looking birthday pics tomorrow.
My first thought was to give him a big dose of tylenol, poor thing, and you know they look at you like, "how could you have let this happen to me." It's the same look they give you right after 3-4 shots.
Pray for my kids saftey you guys! ;)
~Shell
