It Really Is a Wonder She Can Walk and Talk

I know I’ve said it before and I fear that I will say it again and again and again. The Little One is a bruiser. She is a clutz. She has no fear. And I really am surprised she hasn’t caused any permanent damage to herself.

I, on the other hand, have certainly lost several years of my life because of her. And I definitely have about a million more gray hairs than I should.

Tonight’s escapades again caused my heart to stop at least once. She is literally going to be the death of me. I was cleaning up the kitchen while the girls were sliding in the play room. Yes we have two slides in our playroom. The Big One was on the big slide and the Little One was on the little slide (convenient, huh?) So anyway I heard a weird thud followed by a blood curdling scream. I peeked around the wall to see the Big One frozen on her slide and the Little One completely laid out flat on her back wailing.

This is not good. The Little One crashes, falls, bashes and slips all the time. She rarely wails afterwards. Usually it’s a fearful cry followed by laughing and her saying, “WHOOOOAAAA!”

She was not moving, just screaming. Meanwhile, the Big One immediately starts repeating, “I did NOT push her. I did NOT push her. I did NOT push her.” Usually this means she did in fact push her, but I really didn’t think it was possible considering the timing and the Big One’s perch on top of the big slide.

By the time I got to the Little One, she had flipped over onto her tummy and was standing up. WHEW! Whatever she did, didn’t result in paralyzation, I thought. {No, really I did think that from the way she was laid out on her back. I was convinced this time she really did herself in!}

I scooped her up, and did my usual once over. No blood, no bones poking out of the skin, no apparent trauma to any limbs.

I asked the Big One what happened and she enthusiastically told me, “{Little One} just did a whole somersault off the top of the slide and then she fell down.”

I asked, “she did what?”

To which the Big One repeated, “she did a whole somersault off the top of the slide and then she went all the way down like this….” And then re-enacted it for me on the ground.

I can only assume she climbed up the steps and somehow got top heavy while trying to get herself seated and then toppled head over heels down the slide. Whatever happened, she seems fine other than the “slide burn” across her forehead.

The fat lip that I am sure she will wake up with happened a little later in the evening.

You all know how short the kid is, so the step stool in her friend, usually. Tonight as we were getting ready for bed the Little One was trying to feed her ChapStick addiction. She went into the bathroom, picked up the step stool and made a run for it to the Big One’s room where she spotted some ChapStick on the dresser.  Of course, she tripped and the step stool jammed into her bottom lip as she crashed to the ground.

This time I did the usual mouth check… no loose teeth, no teeth all the way through her lip and no obvious trauma to the tongue.  I got her a washcloth, verified the tooth only went about half way through her lip and continued reading Curious George and the Firefighters to the Big One.

I guess it’s a good thing I had already given her some Tylenol for the slide burn.