you never know what a day is going to hold!
it was 60 degrees today! so, we went for a walk/bike ride after the kids got home from school...we made a couple pitstops to play.
rebekah asked if they could walk through one of these. i think maybe you're for REAL not supposed to do that? but, i walked over and looked and they were dry and i could see through to the other side. i let them. just for 5 minutes or so. then we moved on.
he kind of goes through life without touching the ground. he just sails. it's kind of weird. he's a SOLID brick, but SO light on his feet!
we kept going and ended up at the red barn.
as we were walking up to it, the kids all started reminding lincoln about the first time we took him there and he ran right in the pond. i looked at him and told him, "do NOT go in the water. it is COLD."
**have we talked about how much lincoln HATES the cold? i mean. HATES. not like you or i do. we don't like it. he literally thinks he's in PAIN and cries! he is getting a little better at it - which is good because it's cold here for quite a few months! but he still doesn't like it at all.
ok. back to the pond. the top was frozen. the kids ran over to throw rocks at the ice. i was getting levi out of the stroller. and i hear screaming. i look up.
lincoln is RUNNING towards me, screaming the most high-pitched scream i've ever heard come out of him. he had stepped onto the edge (even though rebekah was RIGHT THERE telling him, "lincoln, no!") and it broke. he was wet almost to his knees. and NOT happy about it.
i will admit, i wanted to do 2 very inappropriate things:
1) laugh my HEAD off. i can NOT stop picturing his hysterical self running towards me! man, he was a riot!
2) take a picture - i had my camera around my neck!
but i didn't do either.
i also didn't have much sympathy. it was a pretty great consequence for not listening and obeying! he was a cold little boy - but not in danger. no one worry. it WAS 60 degrees out! and we went straight home from there.
this was a few minutes after "the incident"...
i took this picture from the same spot as the one above it. i turned around 180 degrees and this is the scene :-)
so, we get home. dinner is pretty much ready in the crockpot (one of our favorites!) but i need to get the potatoes in the oven. i do that, then start baths. they are all filthy and lincoln is wet.
as sawyer and levi stand up to get out, levi slips and clocks sawyer in the head with a toy he's holding. hard.
blood starts gushing everywhere. i grab a wad of toilet paper. fling sawyer out of the bathtub (that is now full of bloody water) and lay him on the floor and apply pressure. there is blood everywhere - on the bathmat, the towel that was laying there, all the white tiles. it seemed worse than it was because there was water involved, to.
i knew pat was on his way home. but was stopping to get a haircut on the way home. i yelled for rebekah to bring me my phone. pat was just getting to the barber. i told him to go ahead and get his hair cut (this is how you handle crises once you have 6 kids :-)) and he could take sawyer to get checked out when he got home.
i bandaged him up the best i could, and we all ate dinner.
pat got home 45 minutes later and took sawyer. he didn't need stitches. he just got some special glue put on. i could have done that! we have all kinds of glue around here!
but that was one HAPPY boy walking back in the house! he had a date with his daddy! even got to ride in daddy's car! we're just calling it a spontaneous (kind of expensive) date with daddy! :-)
just a calm friday afternoon....
2 comments:
head wounds are the worst. (well, maybe not as bad as an arterial bleed, but you know what I mean). when ryan cracked his forehead open it was like we were taping Chainsaw Massacre. I described it like a chocolate fondue fountain, but with blood. YUCK! Glad Sawyer's okay. (ps. when Ryan's glue came off the woods was still open a little. I butterflied it shut for another day and it healed better... just an fyi)
Yikes! Well...the pipes were cool :) I would love to have something around here like that, and actually STOP to do it!
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