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She Takes Years From Me, Every Day

July 9, 2009

The Little One is an accident waiting to happen.  I’ve shared some of her bumps, bruises, crashes and full on collisions where I thought she was a goner.  I thought it would get better as she got more steady on her feet.

Apparently her feet have nothing to do with it.  It’s just her personality, no fears, no holds barred.

I told you we took the crib rail off her bed to make it a toddler bed last week.  Well after a few days of her getting out of bed, raiding her dresser, hiding in the closet and causing a mess, I was questioning my decision.  So when she asked on Sunday to have her “baby bed” back, I happily obliged.

Yes, I am aware of the regression issues.  Yes I know one step forward, two steps backwards.  But I don’t care.  She is my baby and she can stay in there until she is five if she wants to.

The problem of course is her climbing prowess.  Yesterday morning, the Big One and I were downstairs while the Little One slept for e few more minutes.  Then I heard the tell tale thud followed by the blood curdling scream.  She flipped out of bed. Literally.  I had her recreate it for me so I could figure out what she was doing.  She puts her hand on the rail, tips her head out and pushes up with all her might until she somersaults out.

Sounds fun, right? Well not when she whacks her face against the wall for the entire trip down.

By the time I got upstairs, both her lips were swollen, her cheek was flaming red and the side of her nose was bleeding. Fortunately no limbs were broken, but she was shaken up.

I thought it might scare her into being more cautious at least for a day.  Not happening.

After nap she was coming down the stairs.  Normally I don’t pay much attention to her because she learned how to use the stairs months ago.  But yesterday, I was watching her.  When she got to the second to the last step, I figured she was alright so I turned and walked the 12 feet to the thermostat (I couldn’t stand sweating in my 82 degree house so I was turning on the air conditioner).  Just as I reached the thermostat, I heard the splat.

Yep, she managed to fall down the stairs.  According to the Big One, who happily recreated the fall.  The Little One missed the last step and went splat onto the tile.  It sounded like a horrific slapping sound, followed by that scream.

Fortunately she landed on her tummy, which was still full from lunch and it broke her fall.  So no more blood.  But another couple years taken off my life.

The Husband happily pointed out the good side of the situation.  A few years ago, on his 30th birthday to be exact,  he missed the last step and broke his foot.

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  1. July 9, 2009 8:19 am

    Lil is just as fabulous and talented and drives me in.flipping.sane. I feel your pain. Really *sigh*

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