Last Saturday the kids spent the day with their Papa. They had great fun swimming and running around the mall. There was talk of a hike and Layne was very excited to "climb a mountain." We were running out of time in the day, so we drove a mile to "CVS Mountain." Which is really just a big, steep hill behind the drug store, but the kids were none the wiser. It was a nice evening. Brik was super tired and insisted on being carried because every step he took, the loose gravel made him slip. Layne was running up and down to make sure he didn't miss anything happening at the front of the pack or the back.
It was growing dark when we turned around to go back down to the van. Papa and Layne lingered behind a rock to take care of some business while the rest of us made our way down the slippery slope. With a baby on my chest I was concentrating very hard to stay on my feet. 50 feet up the mountain Layne was on his face...wailing...bleeding. Papa told him not to run. There were big rocks everywhere that could break open a face pretty good. He looked like a mess with blood and dirt everywhere, his lip was swollen and papa being serious for the moment. This could be bad. Nobody wanted to carry him, but he hobbled down and papa could still make him laugh.
Another happening last week, I was making a quick stop at Superstition Ranch Market to pick up some items for my class. Layne was at school so I only had Brik and Roxwell. As we crossed the parking lot Brik fell, scraping his hands and arm and picking up a lot of dirt. This is pretty typical and only mention it because the dirt plays into the main event.
This market is crazy busy all the time, the aisles are always congested with shoppers and the pitiful little carts they have. Roxwell is not big enough to sit up, so he was in his carrier on top of the cart. I was tearing off a bag from the roll when I turned to see a store worker nearby making a lunge for my cart as it falls over on it's side. The baby carrier slides off the handle and the cart's fall is broken by the three year old who was just trying to get a better view of our vegetables in our basket by stepping up on the side.
Now I have two screaming kids and have created quite a scene. People are crowded around as I pick up my children and check them for injuries. Luckily the baby was still buckled so there were no bumps, just a sharp jolt that has scared him. Brik didn't know why he was crying, which means he was just upset about what he had done. With everybody looking and asking us if everything was okay, Brik was embarrassed so he covers his face with his hands. Now the dirt mixes in with the tears and makes him look like quite a wreck, which reminds me -- It could have been a lot worse.
It was growing dark when we turned around to go back down to the van. Papa and Layne lingered behind a rock to take care of some business while the rest of us made our way down the slippery slope. With a baby on my chest I was concentrating very hard to stay on my feet. 50 feet up the mountain Layne was on his face...wailing...bleeding. Papa told him not to run. There were big rocks everywhere that could break open a face pretty good. He looked like a mess with blood and dirt everywhere, his lip was swollen and papa being serious for the moment. This could be bad. Nobody wanted to carry him, but he hobbled down and papa could still make him laugh.
Once he was cleaned up he was left with a nice scrape on his knee, small cut on his lip and scratches under his nose. This lesson was learned at a blue light special price. Just enough of a consequence to make him think, but no medical attention needed. I talked to him about being grateful that he is only a little hurt, but he wanted to go to the hospital (opposed to going home to bed) I explained they would stick needles in him there and it would not be fun, I'm not sure what he was picturing. It could have been a lot worse.
Another happening last week, I was making a quick stop at Superstition Ranch Market to pick up some items for my class. Layne was at school so I only had Brik and Roxwell. As we crossed the parking lot Brik fell, scraping his hands and arm and picking up a lot of dirt. This is pretty typical and only mention it because the dirt plays into the main event.This market is crazy busy all the time, the aisles are always congested with shoppers and the pitiful little carts they have. Roxwell is not big enough to sit up, so he was in his carrier on top of the cart. I was tearing off a bag from the roll when I turned to see a store worker nearby making a lunge for my cart as it falls over on it's side. The baby carrier slides off the handle and the cart's fall is broken by the three year old who was just trying to get a better view of our vegetables in our basket by stepping up on the side.
Now I have two screaming kids and have created quite a scene. People are crowded around as I pick up my children and check them for injuries. Luckily the baby was still buckled so there were no bumps, just a sharp jolt that has scared him. Brik didn't know why he was crying, which means he was just upset about what he had done. With everybody looking and asking us if everything was okay, Brik was embarrassed so he covers his face with his hands. Now the dirt mixes in with the tears and makes him look like quite a wreck, which reminds me -- It could have been a lot worse.
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Holy cow! At least you have a great story to tell when people ask about an embarrassing and or horrifying moment...or your best memories with a shopping cart.
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