July 14, 2006

A Bad Week to Be Four

At least if you're being four in the Big Arm household.

Note to readers - any time your spousal unit calls you at work and begins the conversation with "I think we have a problem," just go ahead and tell the spouse that you'll meet him or her at the Urgent Care. It saves time.

The Boy has had a rough week. Monday he began swimming lessons, and this time, instead of falling face-first into the pool during the first lesson, he merely forgot to hold onto the wall. And so once again The Boy was confronted with water-related trauma, although to his credit he has soldiered bravely on and is looking a bit less stiff and plank-like when the instructors try to get him to float. And yes, our blatant bribery (if he's good, we promised to buy him the Cars video game for the PS2, and not just because his mommy thinks it looks fun, either) may have something to do with it, but I prefer to chalk it up to his innate bravery and strength of character--which of course he has inherited from me.

Wednesday he had a dental appointment to treat a "pre-cavity" in one of his molars and to seal the molars one one side of his mouth. In addition to my innate bravery and strength of character, The Boy has also inherited my teeth, which have all sorts of intriguing nooks and crannies, and so not even the most dilligent hygiene will prevent decay. Thus the sealing. And the novacaine. But he did very well, and is appropriately fascinated by the fact that he has an "invisible shield" on his molars. Hublet and I are appropriately fascinated by the size of the bill for all of this. Guess I should start that orthodontics savings account right now.

Which brings us to Thursday. Yesterday, The Boy was playing his Thomas the Tank Engine computer game when he was startled by his Cars movie soundtrack CD (yes, I realize that one could argue that the evil that is pop culture is totally to blame for what follows, but oh well).

As he ran to get Hublet, he lost his footing and hit his head on the corner of the chair railing between the den and the kitchen. Long story short--The Boy split his head open--"like a ripe apple," to paraphrase the Doctor With No Discernable Bedside Manner at the Urgent Care--and is now sporting two shiny metal staples in his scalp, located approximately two inches above his left ear.

But he did get to pick pizza for dinner last night, and he'll get to show off his wound to his buddy at a birthday party tomorrow, so it's not so bad. And I got to see a wound stapled together, which was actually kinda cool and distracted me from the fact that I was having to hold my crying son down at the time...

So I'm hoping that The Boy and Hublet are going to spend today surrounded by soft, dry, sugarless surfaces, and that next week will be a better one for being four. Me? I'm just going to have a beer. Or six.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at July 14, 2006 09:23 AM
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My daughter had one of those xylene-based paint pens come apart abruptly. The spring-loaded nib shot out and a big glob of paint went in her face and hair, and various unimportant parts of the room. Thank GOD for her glasses. The spring was later found in her hair.

She also accidently ran a wire associated with her braces into and down the entire length of her tongue, which greatly hindered her in telling her daddy what was wrong.

Both of these things happened while I was out of the house and my husband was at home with her. "Don't ever go anywhere again," he begged me.

Posted by: Laura(southernxyl) at July 14, 2006 01:40 PM

And at 40, my husband just fell through his friend's ceiling while helping with a DIY project. Beware the multiples of 4?
Move over, I'll bring a keg.

Posted by: Sally at July 15, 2006 11:24 PM