9.29.2010

My bad Little Man...

On Monday Michael suffered a boo-boo and it was all Daddy's' fault...   In between rain-showers WiMi and I went for a walk...  [They] had just been dying to try out their new rain-boots aka "Monkey Boots"

So on the way back...  about a block away from home... Michael decided he doesn't want to walk anymore( as he often does) and I hoist him up on my shoulders as I do many times...  He seems to like it up there while Wm. doesn't...   What was different about this time was that Wm. decided he wanted to be carried too.  I thought I could manage this..  a 27 lb. boy on my shoulders and another on my hip. While I held Michael  by the Monkey boot.... I bent down to pick of Wm. and thought I was going to figure it out.... when a neighbor with a dog came up and then all hell broke loose...   WiMi do NOT like dogs...    Wm. panicked... jumped up on me... causing me to lose my balance... Michael started shifting around on my shoulders and I could tell I was losing him.  All of a sudden I felt him falling...  I grabbed for his Monkey boot and that's about all I got.  He slid down my back and hit the ground... forehead first.    I froze...  he froze.   I knew this wasn't good. The look on his face...   I don't think it was the pain of his boo-boo...  it was like... "Daddy how could you?"  I felt so bad...  I let him down.. .literally and figuratively.  That trust that we had developed all summer with him being up on my shoulders without a worry in the world... gone just like that.

The neighbor stayed around for a minute to make sure everyone was okay... but I really wanted to say "you and your stupid dog can go to hell"   Me and WiMi just stayed and sat there and collected ourselves.... I found myself repeatedly apologizing to Michael....  and Wm. was upset to.  I think he was upset because Michael was upset.   So I inspected his boo-boo and determined it was a superficial and just needed to be cleaned up and covered.   I didn't find everything I needed in the first-aid kit so that meant...  a trip to Target.  That cured all that ailed....  Once inside Michael forgot all that had happened...  some gauze, first-aid ointment, and Speed Racer bandages accompanied with an Icee  made everything better.

Back home ... mom was home now...  I had texted her to tell her what happened.   She didn't panic the way I expected her too... I guess shes coming to learn her boys are going to experience scrapes, cuts, bruises and even a broken bone or two.  So I cleaned up his boo-boo and covered it and all was well.  My Michael... a champion.  Of course it still bothered me all that night...  couldn't believe I had done that.   I spent the entire Summer every day giving those boys my undivided attention making sure they were safe from sun-up to sun-down and this... his first boo-boo at my hands...

Today we went for a walk again..  This time Michael didn't try to get up on my shoulders I noticed.  I honestly didn't know if I'd be ready for that if he did. I guess it's going to take some time to build that trust again...  Don't worry Little Man.... I'll earn it back.

Daddy...

1 comments:

Michelle said...

I happens. Remind me to tell you about Ryley's fall sometime. I still cringe to this day. The blame for that one goes to both of us.

As for the dogs, you really should get them used to dogs. If you'd like, you can start by using my Jesse. She's pretty laid back, loves kids and can take the abuse. Ryley was walking her & Mia both on leashes at the same time when she was 18 months old.

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