Jacob has had a really bad week of falling and other accidents. Falling off chairs, over toys, over his own feet, and off the chair again. He's bonked his head so many times, I started to get worried. I am a mother of boys, I'm not easily fazed. But my poor baby has taken a beating this week. Oh, we had a lot of tears. He fell against the radiator. A stick nearly poked out his eye.
I mean, just look at the poor thing:
I was especially upset about the eye - that was a close one. I am blind in one eye myself - since birth, no accident. But having kids with perfect eyesight has always been a big concern of mine. They want to become pilots and astronauts - just like I always wanted to be a pilot. Of course, being one-eyed doesn't really qualify you to be a pilot. I thought that maybe I could do a license for sailplanes but after ten lessons the teacher found me out and told me, no, I would not get past the obligatory eye exam. (In case you are wondering why I even tried - well. I passed the eye test for the driver's license, right?)
I have strict rules about sticks in the house, and about sticks outside. I didn't notice when it happened until he came to me with dried blood on his eye lid. I yelled at his brothers, in a sort of general way. One of them was involved, so I got him. The other one had to endure friendly fire.
No sticks near faces. No sticks near faces. NO STICKS NEAR FACES!
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