Unfortunately, I’d say “the other guy” actually won this battle, technically, but Elliott took the loss like a man and is stronger for it. The thing is, when you fall off a bench and land face first on the porch you’re chances of winning are pretty slim. If you walk away without a broken bone then maybe you are a winner. I mean, what are a few tears and some blood? Let’s face it, pictures of yourself with a bloody face are badass. This could totally go in Elliott’s high school year book.
Seriously, you can’t turn your back on a kid for a second. In my defense, I didn’t even turn my back. I just looked away for a second and by the time I saw what was happening there was really nothing I could do but say, “oh, shit…” Then, of course, I ran and picked up the little guy, hugged him tight, told him I’m so sorry and that I love him. I kept repeating, “You’re ok. You’re ok. You’re ok.” and he gave me a look like, “Dude, have you seen my face? I am not ok.” Then I searched for serious injuries like a tooth stuck in the porch or a broken nose. Everything seemed in place, thank God, so I gave him a nice warm bath to clean him up. I hoped it would also be relaxing, but really he just wanted to be cuddled.
The kid cleans up nice! This was about 10 minutes after his “walk the plank” stunt.
Before all of this, you know, when his face didn’t look like it got exfoliated with a cheese grater, we were having an awesome day. We ate lots, played outside, cuddled on the couch with snacks and watched Lightening Mcqueen give up the Piston Cup for the 500th time.
This is by far Elliott’s worst accident that’s happened so far and I obviously feel bad. Really, nothing is worse than picking up your baby and seeing his little face covered in blood.
Onward and upward!