I'm pretty sure I caused my parents SO much stress as a kid. I personally had three major concussions by 5th grade (bad enough for loss of consciousness), hah. I am sure it had a cumulative effect since sometimes my short term memory recall can be a bit dodgy. One was in gym class in 1st grade, then in 3rd grade I fell down some stairs, and in 5th grade I slipped on ice right outside the school and whacked my head on the pavement. Yep, all done at school
Anyway, we were in the ER so much, they knew us my name. When we walked in, the nurse would ask which son it was this time. They are in their 30's now. Still get hurt, but not as often. Mothers never gets to stop worrying!
It does seem like they try to kill themselves when you take your eye off of them for one second!!!!
Brkuk-
Not sure I have seen you on here before! You are another Metro Detroiter... Is that a term? It is now!
My three kids are two years apart each..I swear I was pregnant for six years, thats what it felt like. I lived in the E.R. and was convinced that they were going to take my kids away from me.
My youngest one came out in fast-forward, and never slowed down. She started walking at seven months- doctor didnt believe me until she stood up in his exam room and hauled it across the floor. Well, they dont know how to fall at that age- straight back. She had so many bumps and bruises on her head, she looked abused.
Between her and my son, I was in the e.r. every week at some times. Stitches for this one, staples for that one- the worst case of "mama beat her kid' was when my son split his lip open ON OUR COUCH and got stitches.
I was in the shower. He was watching cartoons with our Great Dane. She was the best dog on the planet Earth. He was three- maybe, I cant remember what I did with his sister when we went to E.R. so maybe I had the neighbor watch her..hmmm...anyhow, I stepped out of the shower at the same time he came running down the hallway with his face full of blood. Said he hit it on the arm of the couch. The one spot where the padding was pushed away and you could feel the hard wood underneath. I threw on clothes and we left.
Never before OR after did we get questioned about what happened More. I started out with dripping wet hair, but by the time everyone got done asking us questions- it was dry. One department then the other. THey asked my son- I started to answer, I was cut off with "we are asking HIM>let HIM answer"...
My youngest was just two when she stepped on a broken bottle bottom- someone threw it over the brick wall that was our property line. SHe was barefoot. Cut her foot in the shape of a bottom of the bottle- and her big toe. Looked almost cut off. I scooped her up, grabbed a washcloth and drove with one hand while applying pressure with the other. SCREAMING baby. I remember I had the neighbor keep my kid for that one, and get the other one from the school bus. I cant remember how many stitches it took to sew her up.
( note to nurses- when a child is crying for their daddy, dont lie to them and say, I will call your daddy to come if you soak your foot in this iodine-stuff....unless you REALLY have his number and plan on calling him, I could have gotten in trouble at that one for telling the nurse not to lie to my baby. Unless she really KNEW where her dad was- but thats another story)
Worse than those sttiches was when she broke her arm right above the elbow - bones sticking out- gag- when she was seven. Tried to do a no-handed cartwheel in gymnastics without a person spotting her. Oh that one got us a week in Childrens Hospital.
Kids- somehow we survive them.
it's huge, mostly its butt 
Another windy day but at least the sun will be shining brightly so I not going to grumble too loud. It would be nice if it were just a little warmer. Need to clean the droppings boards in the LF coop and then start working up the garden. If I can get it done I may plant a few things like lettuce, kale, and radishes. Soil is still much to cold to even think about planting seeds that are planted deeper.
