Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Skull of Steel

The little one had quite the morning.

She danced with the Wiggles. She is too cute at the "stomp-stomp-stomp clap-clap-clap wiggle your hips - just like that" part. I fear she'll be swinging from the pole in the center of the stage when she hits 18. At least it'll pay for college.

From dancing, she decided it was time for pancakes and maple syrup. Ohhh-kay! She got three silver dollar pancakes, Vermont syrup, and her berry juice. Oh no, she's not a princess.

Then it was get ready for school. I dress her in her little short outfit and her socks and said, "Don't run around until I get your shoes on." Talking to the wall wouldhave made more impact 'cause not even a nanosecond later


I heard something that distinctly sounded like a hammer hitting a stud. She slipped and fell and her little head whacked right where the molding meets at the corner under our breakfast bar. And the sucker has a helluva point on it.

She was wailing something awful. I scooped her up and checked for blood. Nope. I placed her on the couch and told her I was going to get ice. I grabbed a cold pack out of the freezer and placed it gently on the medium size egg on her skull. I asked if she could hold it while I grabbed the Tylenol. She had her right hand holding the icy gel pack on her head, and her left hand clutched around Lambie's neck. She took her Tylenol shooter like a champ. After about two minutes, her crying had pretty much stopped.

I told her school what happened in case she complains about feeling sick or says her head really hurts.

Oh well. Time to buy a crash helmet.


CrankyProf said...

It's AMAZING how hard their little noggins are.

You or I would have ended up in traction, or concussed!

Tony said...

The fact that you even KNOW what (your words) "a hammer hitting a stud" sounds like, I have decided that I am unable to visit your home.

Being that I am a stud in every sense of the word, minus the hot bod, sexy voice, tall masculine demeanor.... I just cant visit.

It's quite sad, really.

Bigandmean said...

Bless her little heart. You and her dad give her an extra hug when you tuck her in.

As to dancing around a pole to pay for college - it didn't work for me. I'm still waiting for somebody to offer to pay me for a lap dance. Still waiting........

Maidink said...

CP - I can't even pick up laudry off the floor without the fear of throwing out my back. I hate this getting old shit.

Tony - O.K. I'll erase the "visit from Tony" entry in my diary. Damn you!

B&M - The baby and I crawled around on the floor playing "choo-choo" last night, and she and Daddy split an ice cream "sammit". I gave her another dose of Tylenol before night-night. She was right as rain this morning (and no crashes).

Anonymous said...

It seems like she is following in her cousin Nicole's footsteps. I hope she feels better. It's amazing how kids bounce back from their injuries. Give her a kiss for me and the kids.


Maidink said...

I think she is taking after Nicole. Last night, she climbed up on one of the dining room chairs and started jumping up and down in beat to the Wiggles. Geo and I laughed but then I thought "Oh crap, those chairs aren't sturdy for beans." Thankfully, the damn thing didn't collapse under her feet.