Extreme Ezra-ing
September 07, 2011
Last night, while I was making dinner (ratatouille and polenta, but if any of the c-h-i-l-d-r-e-n ask just call the v-e-g-e-t-a-b-l-e-s "sauce," okay?), I just happened to glance in the direction of the living room right when Ezra climbed up on the back of the couch...and toppled the crap over, headfirst, onto the hardwood floor.
Jason and I bolted towards him in that excruciating slow-motion-feeling way, like you're already running before the screams even start but you're still terrified you won't get there until some awful injury manifests itself. I think Jason may have skipped going around the couch and just leapfrogged over it, because he had Ezra scooped up in his arms before I got there. (Though I was slowed down by nailing my hip on the dining room table, for I am incapable of getting from Point A to Point B without injuring my damn self.)
Ezra was fine. He cried for a minute, asked for some kisses, and was off and running before I could get four words into my standard "AND THAT'S WHY WE SAY NO CLIMBING ON THE...argh, forget it" speech. He. Was. Fine.
This here toy cooking pot, on the other hand...
His HEAD. Ezra caused that dent with his HEAD. Ezra does not even have a bruise.
First day of preschool is tomorrow. Part of me knows he's going to be just fine; awesome, even. But part of me kinda wishes I could send him in wearing a helmet, all the same.
Boys come with their own kind of durability, don't they?
I predict that the Big E will love him some preschool. Good luck!
Judging from this story I don't think Ezra needs a helmet. The other kids might.
It's amazing how the big falls are the ones the kids are all "No biggie", but the little bumps are wailed about for ages.
Daycare Lady made Wombat wear a helmet for a few weeks when his running skills outpaced his ability-to-catch-himself-from-falling-on-his-damn-fool-face skills.
Holy shit that pot is saying ouch! I can't count the number of times a day I say get down off the sofa. Caught Zaid the other day going headfirst over the crib. Um. Hardwood and toddler head? Helmet, please.
Oh man, I'm right there. I feel the same way with my kindergartner. And a bodysuit of bubble wrap.
No need for a helmet...I don't think one is required for "dusting" :)
LOL! My daughter falls off stuff and hits her head all the time. The first few times were scary. Then we realized the girl has a hard head. She will bang her head and just keep going.
Ezra will be fine - but, he might give the teacher a few heart attacks.
My son use to band his head on purpose... REALLY HARD. Strangers would freak out and rush to his aid. Me, "He's fine. He bounces." Really though...I think boys have harder heads in general.
BTW - my kid is fine. ;) No damage from head banging except to our walls!
BTW - my kid is fine. ;) No damage from head banging except to our walls!
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!" a la Friday.
That kid is superman.
Cry-laffing at that DENT in that POT. How the hell does that happen? WTF, Titanium Cranium?
My good pizza pan has a very similar dent--it's amazing what a toddler head can do!
Maybe the cooking pot could be his helmet. Glad he's okay.
I hope that bruise doesn't make an appearance on the first day of pre-school!
I think you have many years of bruises, scrapes, and flying leaps off the couch in your future with all those boys in the house. :)
Also--forgot to add--my little guy had actually had a helmet for plagiocephaly just as he was learning to crawl/pull up. Most dangerous thing we ever did--he became convinced that it was totally unecessary to protect his head while he was banging around. I still remember the "thwack" that plastic made when it hit our tile floors...and the sickening "thud followed by pissed off screaming" once the helmet came off :)
My 3yo cracked a cement garage floor with the back of his head. He was fine, of course. No bruise, bump, or mark.
That sounds just like our daughter, ran facefirst into the bannisters, chipped a massive chunk of wood out with her teeth and all she got was a slightly split lip and very few tears. It's like she's indestructible & wants everyone to know!
there is a perfectly circular dent in our DRYWALL from my daughter's skull when she toppled off the couch backwards at about a 18mos old. Didn't even cry. The third kid (or second as the case may be) is tough
My 9 month old careens around the living room trying to walk and falls over/into/onto all sorts of things head first. By all rights he should have at least a concussion by now but really just wants me to leave him alone so he can run around the coffee table again. I don't know what his skull is made of.
Get used to eat. I see the grim determination of a Football player!!!!! lol
Get used to IT!!!!! Grrrrrr. Dieting. CAN YOU TELL????
Get used to IT!!!!! Grrrrrr. Dieting. CAN YOU TELL????
Get used to IT!!!!! Grrrrrr. Dieting. CAN YOU TELL????
....holy crap!
....holy crap!
Glad Ezra is okay!
My son once pulled a television off a high dresser (we never should have placed it up there in the first place! BAD PARENTS.) and it BOUNCED off his head and rolled on the floor. I heard the crash and went running. He was fine. The TV was not. No bruises or pain for him at all from a TV that was too heavy for me to lift. Kids have hard heads.
EXCUSE ME! I believe you have stolen my daughter and changed her into a (n adorable) boy. GIVE HER BACK (maybe when she's a little older and stops this nonsense.)
Some knee pads and bubble wrap might not be a bad idea either...
That dent is FIERCE.
Let his teacher know that you won't pitch a fit if Ezra gets an accident write-up in the activity log every day. I used to hate writing those, and if a parent told me that every day at the family home was like an audition for Jackass I felt better.
Let his teacher know that you won't pitch a fit if Ezra gets an accident write-up in the activity log every day. I used to hate writing those, and if a parent told me that every day at the family home was like an audition for Jackass I felt better.
Nice dent!
Reminds me of the time my middle son (I have three, just like you!) gave me a concussion by banging my head with HIS head.
I? Was knocked flat.
He? Was completely unharmed.
Nice dent!
Reminds me of the time my middle son (I have three, just like you!) gave me a concussion by banging my head with HIS head.
I? Was knocked flat.
He? Was completely unharmed.