My word, since Barclay started walking a week and half ago, pretty much every single hour we have a trauma. I cannot believe how much he falls and smacks his poor little face. Today I was trying to take a bath while watching him. I had a student coming to take violin lessons and I was running late. The poor guy smacked his face into the toilet and screamed for 15 minutes. So I ended up teaching a lesson with soap still dried on me.
The pediatrician summed it up at our 1 year check up:
"If this child makes it to 2 years without some major medical emergency, then you are one lucky woman!"
Ha!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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Poor little buddy! So sorry you had soap subs dried to you, but I bet you smelled lovely!
ReplyDeleteHelen Joy I sure enjoy reading your blog! I have a great laugh with you when you tell funny stories, and I sob (sometimes) with you when you are honest about your life. I am so pleased to have yet another blog to follow. Keep it up... I look forward to your posts!
If it makes you feel any better when my nephew Luke started walking (and many, many months beyond that...) he ran into EVERYTHING. He always had some kind of bruise or cut on him. He looked like a boxer.
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