Accident Prone
There is nothing quite a sweet as a one-year-old. Let me rephrase that sentence. There is nothing quite as sweet as this one-year-old. He gives hugs and kisses and snuggles, and he utters one-syllable vowel sounds with great conviction.
A one-year-old, however, is also accident prone. Although walking is old hat by now, his poor little head takes the brunt of most of his falls. In this picture, he had a scrape on his forehead from landing on the track for the sliding glass door, and he had a swollen lip from landing flat on his face on the wood floor in the entryway, which resulted in a large amount of blood going everywhere. (I’m afraid I’m to blame for the busted lip though, since I had him in a very fluffy cloth diaper along with a pair of tight pants. It was a combo that didn’t allow him to get around quite right.) Poor child.
Of course there was also the incident where, since there is simply not enough drama and stress in my life already, I had myself convinced Luke was choking on a fuzzy red reindeer nose. We were at Nana and Poppy’s house. Lydia was wearing her Rudolph antlers and had a red fuzz ball taped to her nose. Luke was carrying around another red fuzz ball. I was 100% certain I saw him put the fuzz ball in his mouth. So, I put my finger in his mouth to fish is out. I was 100% certain I felt it in his throat. He started coughing. I picked him up and held him upside down, hitting his chest. Poppy took him and tried the Heimlich maneuver. Finally we realized Luke was breathing just fine, so we assumed he must have swallowed it.
Then we found the fuzz ball. It was in his hand.
It was dry.
Ahem. Let’s move on. Although Lydia is firmly out of the toddler stage, she certainly has her share of bruises most of the time. The worst one happened just the other day. She ran into her room to get her bedding set. (She drags her pillow, blanket, comforter, and Snuggle Bud all over the house.) On her way out, she ran into her door and acquired a huge lump on her forehead.
I took this picture of her when she was waking up from her nap, so her half-closed eyes are because of her sleepy state, not because of her injury. Notice, though, the bruise on her forehead from the door crash.
By the way, that is exactly how she was sleeping, with her hands behind her head. We’ve seen her do this before. I find this pretty endearing. I think it’s because neither Keith nor I sleep that way. It’s her thing. She is her own person.
Speaking of being her own person, that girl engages in pretend play from the moment she gets up in the morning until the moment her eyes can’t stay open one moment longer at the end of the day. She is probably 10 different characters throughout the day, and the rest of us play along. She tells us who to be and what to say. She runs around with excitement as she figures it all out. Her brain is in gear constantly.
No wonder she ran into the door. She was probably busy planning what story to act out next.
My goodness, I love my little people.
Mom says:
We’ve noticed Luke has his own way of sitting on the floor. He always has his right foot in front of him and his left foot behind (or under) him.
Janet Saxon says:
One Sunday recently Keith was dropping Lydia off at SS, and noticed a mark right on top of Luke’s head, almost in the middle. I am very curious about that one… did he dive headfirst into something? I agree with you; your little people are very unique and lovable. and I know it’s none of my business, but it hurts my spirit to think of Lydia in school having that imagination squelched out of her. Please stay 5 and under for a long time, darlin’.
Jane Carden says:
Perhaps Lydia will grow up to be an actress! Or a famous director! What a wonderful imagination she must have.
Bless Luke & Lydia’s hearts - I know those little cuts and bruises will happen, but I guess it’s just God’s way of slowing them down a little bit.
Dave says:
I fished some packing peanuts out of Luke’s mouth when I was there, so it isn’t unreasonable to think something else might have made it into his mouth.
Amy says:
Janet, I think the scrape on the top of Luke’s head was from when he was falling forward, and his head scraped the wall. Oh, and don’t worry school squelching Lydia’s imagination - we’re going to homeschool, at least for the first year or two.
Mary B. says:
Don’t feel bad about those childhood injuries Amy. I managed to let Emily break her arm at the park! She also has all those same bruises and cuts that Luke and Lydia have. I guess it is just part of being a kid