(warning to grandmas... this one's a doosy. Mom, you may want to cover your eyes and read through your fingers.)
Having a toddler around the house, especially one who is as active as my little guy, really can make you cringe at times. In fact, I'm really surprised we haven't had more bumps and bruises than we have had so far. Noah usually recovers pretty well from his little trips and tumbles. I'm always quick to say, "are you OK?" or his favorite "SAFE!" and he always jumps up and shakes it off like it was no big deal.
But I did have some insight into his little world a couple of weeks ago. I was on my way to the gym early in the morning and it was freezing outside, so I started jogging just to get there faster. I had a hood on and it was pretty early and for no reason I just tripped on my feet and TOTALLY ate it! I fell so hard that I ripped my gloves and both knees were all torn up. And my initial reaction was to think of Noah and how often this happens to him. Granted, he has a shorter distance to fall than I do, but when you're not even bracing yourself at all, it freakin' hurts!
Anyway, I've been much more sympathetic to his falls ever since I had my own kaboom. So, today after breakfast we usually go straight to the bathroom to wash up and brush our teeth. Noah loves to be chased and he thought it would be funny to run as fast as he could to the bathroom saying, "gettchoo, gettcho!" He ran so fast that when he got to the tub, he didn't stop and he fell face first over the side of the tub. Yikers. As I'm writing this, I still can't get that mental picture out of my head of his little legs up in the air over the side of the tub and I really do have to laugh (sorry, mom). In any case, he recovered really quickly after I was trying to make him laugh and said, "did you go kaboom in the tub?" He thought that was hilarious. And now everytime he goes in the bathroom he says, "kaboom... tub!" (followed by "head... hurt!" and makes a sad face).
HA! just thought that was one for the books (or the blog in this case).