Now that Edison is active and walking without much assistance, I wish I was a chameleon. One eye will be on him and the other eye will allow me to continue with my everyday life. As of right now, it is a full time job just making sure he doesn’t hurt himself.
Just the other day, as he was doing his peeping-Tom routine, peering through the window curtains while standing on top of the couch, he spotted a neighbor and jumped with joy at the presence of another human being. In his excitement, he jumped so high that he bounced forward and hit his jaw in the window sill. Poor guy.
He also gets hurt while asleep. I left him napping on our bed and went into a different room to get some work down. The next thing I heard was a loud thud. If it wasn’t for the cry that immediately followed it, I would have thought someone threw a sack of potato on the floor. What interested me was how he moved so quickly from the middle of the bed to the edge of the bed, and it’s a big bed, too. Anywho, poor guy.
I think I need to fasten a helmet on him at all times. Remember what happened to Natasha Richardson? We wouldn’t want that, would we?
Oh Vicky….the joys of parenting….
kids are made tough you know…to withstand all that you mention
Shelley Vasquez
May 21st, 2009