Head Wound Number 2
Mar. 23rd, 2010 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

We were both freaked out. I worried that he'd given himself brain damage - while he was more concerned with the scrape over his eyebrow, and under his eye. Poor kid! He cried, and I raced him inside for nursing and damage check. After a quick 'Ask Dr. Sears' web search (where I discovered that a fall under 3 feet is usually okay, even onto hard surfaces) and a freaked out phone call to Tom and my Mom for me - and boobie for him, we were both calmer. In about 10 minutes he was better and playing happily, so I decided to wait and watch for concussion.
Tom's response? 'Welcome to being the mother of a boy'. Sigh. When Tai and I went out to weed again this evening, I asked what he was trying to do yesterday and he said, 'Reach for mulch'. Why? I have no clue. Today he seems to be just fine, other than looking like he's got a black eye. (I feel slightly lucky that he got the scrapes, though - that way it doesn't look like I punched him.)
He's such a love, though. He's talking up a storm - even in his sleep. In the last week or so, he's talked about Mimi and Popa, begged for bagels, told 'daddy, no' and said something about baseball. If I could, I might stay awake just to listen to him.
He's big on finding 'matches', ever since he got some Memory games for his birthday. He matches colors and patterns.
When Tom got back from China, we were all laying in bed trying to get Tai to nap. Tai was more interested in counting Daddy's eyes, nose, ears, etc. He pointed out both of Tom's earrings, then said to me, "I talking to Daddy about earrings."
Over the past week or so, I've been rediscovering how lucky I am. Tai is fabulous, and I am blessed.