It’s hard to run and look backwards when your little body is growing and so you live and learn.
Our day was pretty great today, even considering our little mishap.
BW started YEAR 19 at her place of employ:
So it was just the child and I with the entire day ahead of us. Our morning was pretty lazy, she watched the screen while I mowed the front lawn now that the roofers are gone and then before you know it - it was time for lunch.
She made a picnic lunch and took her sandwich, vegetables and drink and sat outside happy as a lark with a towel to sit on in the front yard. After a bit I joined her and she ran up and down the sidewalk showing me how fast she could run. Once she hit the corner, she saw our poor neighbor and talked her ear off about god knows what.
Then, errands. Dad needed to get the car washed so we drove through (“oooh colors”. ) and then she wiped and I vacuumed.
Then, the reward:
Super Hero ice cream. If you ever wonder why we have a trouble with thin in this country the portions might be the reason - this example she is eating is the baby sized. My small was TWICE that and I still have doubts whether this was a good idea. I have no idea who is ordering double or triple scoops or how they are surviving afterwards.
She almost ate the entire thing too. I thought no way, but she got real close to the finish line and then begged for mercy near the end. I thought we would just go home and chill after the ice cream run but she had other idea.
She wanted to go on a walk at a park to explore, and I told her I knew just the place:
we went to Lasalle Park in Niagara Falls. We looked over the edge and we discussed how this water would make it’s way to the real Niagara Falls eventually. Then she got bored and wanted to explore.
She was off on the path skipping and running happily and then she turned around to see if I was behind her while still moving forward and here’s the lesson of the day:
You have to look where you are going.
Of course, all accidents like this happen in slow motion and you can see those skinny little legs getting all mixed up on the way down. She lands, looks confused for a minute and then the screaming began.
“ I want Mommy!”, she howled as I got her to the car. I may be the parent for some things when it comes but when it comes to being sick or in pain, mommy is the one.
It was a horrible drive home for both of us. All I had was a tissue for her knee, so I drove as fast as possible while she is screaming at full volume about the pain and she wants mommy or the dog or anybody but me and being in the stupid car. This is the 2nd time this week I have had her in my car screaming.
I get her home, knees and elbows washed and then we start applying the bandaids. Let’s just say we need to buy more bandaids in.
I got her comfortable on the couch and she watched shows on her tablet. Then I was puttering around putting away bandaids and tidying up and I heard a voice - I thought it was coming from her tablet, but there was a little person in the front hall, and it was her long lost BFF Carson. She saw him and hesitated whether she wanted to play with Carson or milk the skinned knee thing with Dad and she picked…
Carson. She wanted to use her scooter and as she scooted down the driveway I asked if she was up to it.
“It’s not like my leg is broken Dad. Geez”
They grow up so fast…
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.