and the award goes to…

14 Aug and the award goes to…

We always knew Miles would be the first child to need sutures. Though, honestly, I thought it would be the result of stage diving from the back of the couch, or climbing a cactus… or doing a 360-degree back flip with a tail whip off the kitchen table. He’s just that kind of kid.

Alas, he bonked his head so innocently. Kris decided to take both kids camping and canoeing this past weekend — to escape the heat, and to give me a little down time to relax and write.

Miles was walking down a steep boat launch when his feet slipped out from under him and he fell backward. After a lot of tears, and a lot of blood, and a bumpy hour-long drive on dirt roads to the nearest town, he inherited two shiny staples, a handful of stickers and a Beanie Baby stork that he named “Duck” (a gift from the urgent care doc). I wasn’t there, but I hear from B and Kris that it was fairly traumatic, especially since he wasn’t given any local anesthetic (the pain of the shots would have been worse than the pain of two staples, apparently).

Ice cream followed.

He feels much better now, but we’re struggling with the doctor-ordered “no swimming for a week.” It’s pushing 113F today, and our pool beckons just steps from our back door. It’s hard to tell my sweet boy he can’t swim.

Still, I’m so thankful it wasn’t a bigger injury. I don’t know about other parents, but I watch my two toddlers day in and day out, and I wholeheartedly believe it’s a miracle each minute they manage to stay out of the emergency room.

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