Wednesday, September 20, 2006
The Rough and Tumble World of James
James is our two year old and he is all boy. He is rough and affectionate, he can be sweet and sour all in the same moment. And he takes chances his older sister never thought about. While we were still in Kansas City, James fell down a set of 8 or 9 stairs that ended on a marble landing. We were scared to death. He was fine. A couple of bruises, that was all. It took a few years off of us however.
Then we move to NC and James takes another trip down a flight of 15 or 16 stairs ending on a wooden floor landing. I say with a wink and a nod that my son is perfecting the tuck and roll as he tumbles down the stairs. Again he walks away with a bump and a bruise.
Well last night, he took a dive out of his crib. Headfirst. Only this time he hits the corner of the chest with the bridge of his nose. I had just said prayers with them, [Elizabeth and James are sharing a room right now] sang them a lullaby and closed the door. Not two minutes later there is a thud and a scream and Elizabeth's voice calling out, "Mom! Dad! James fell out of the crib!"
Fell out of the crib! You don't just fall out of the crib! As a two year old, you have to work pretty hard to fall out of a crib!
We rush into the room and James is lying on the floor in a heap, has cut his nose and is bleeding. Not gushing, more oozing. We apply ice and begin serious discussion about getting rid of the crib. The crib has served well as a holding pen. We put him in the crib and knew where he was. Our concern was that he was not ready for a big boy bed. Truth be told, we are the one's not ready for James to have a big boy bed. The convenience of the crib has been nice. Our concern now is, if we take away the crib, he can roam, in a room, with his unsuspecting sister right next to him. Hmmm... But on the other hand, can we afford not to get rid of the crib. Maybe it is time.
We have yet to go to the Emergency Room with either child. We assume at some point, James will be the first. Just not today, please.
Then we move to NC and James takes another trip down a flight of 15 or 16 stairs ending on a wooden floor landing. I say with a wink and a nod that my son is perfecting the tuck and roll as he tumbles down the stairs. Again he walks away with a bump and a bruise.
Well last night, he took a dive out of his crib. Headfirst. Only this time he hits the corner of the chest with the bridge of his nose. I had just said prayers with them, [Elizabeth and James are sharing a room right now] sang them a lullaby and closed the door. Not two minutes later there is a thud and a scream and Elizabeth's voice calling out, "Mom! Dad! James fell out of the crib!"
Fell out of the crib! You don't just fall out of the crib! As a two year old, you have to work pretty hard to fall out of a crib!
We rush into the room and James is lying on the floor in a heap, has cut his nose and is bleeding. Not gushing, more oozing. We apply ice and begin serious discussion about getting rid of the crib. The crib has served well as a holding pen. We put him in the crib and knew where he was. Our concern was that he was not ready for a big boy bed. Truth be told, we are the one's not ready for James to have a big boy bed. The convenience of the crib has been nice. Our concern now is, if we take away the crib, he can roam, in a room, with his unsuspecting sister right next to him. Hmmm... But on the other hand, can we afford not to get rid of the crib. Maybe it is time.
We have yet to go to the Emergency Room with either child. We assume at some point, James will be the first. Just not today, please.
