The 18-month Schedule

Since I really have nothing interesting to post other than the everyday drama of errand running (bank, post office, back to school haircuts, etc) I will blog about my youngests interesting "schedule".

This interesting "schedule" he holds is for maiming himself. Yes, we have a schedule for semi-serious injuries. When you have more than one boy (and we do) this type of thing happens. Our boys are 23 months apart, and are either best friends or worst enemies. The maiming ensues during war-time.

It started when my youngest was (co-incidentally) 18 months old. I had repeatedly (imagine that!) asked him to not stand on the baby gate, of which he was a repeat offender several times daily. On this particular day, I had asked him yet again, to please remove himself from the baby gate (which looked into the cats room and was apparently very intriguing). I restationed him on the couch next to his partner in crime for some cartoons. I went to the computer to check email or some absurd task, pulled out the chair to sit down and then I hear this odd thump sound come from around the corner. I pretty much can figure out what has happened just from the sound and the few seconds it takes him to suck enough air in to scream at the top of his lungs.

Diagnosis: We split our head open on the linoleum floor from standing on the baby gate mommy told us not to.

Lesson Learned? Yes.

Precisely 18 months later. A few days before Christmas, him and his partner in crime are having a falling out. They are arguing over something that I have long since forgotten about. Especially in the ensuing madness. Thankfully (yes I know some of you think this sounds crass, but hey, it's my silver lining, lol) this incident happened the day after we had Santa pictures done. So they are fighting, when I hear a bang and screaming. The bang would be the result of his brother pushing him into the leg of the piano face first. Resulting in his cheek being split open. Now at this point, a week earlier he had already tripped and fallen into the corner of the bookshelf resulting in a bruise on his forhead that looked like he had fallen for the old "I bet you can't roll the quarter down your nose" trick. And now we have a black eye. To top it off a few days later, he split his lip open. He looked just like a boxer after a big fight, let me tell ya. I wish I had a picture to post to prove it!

So now we are onto episode 3, the most recent of injuries. This one actually happened about 3 weeks ago. Since the first 2 incidents with my youngest we had since been to the emergency room with my older son (the youngest threw a trophy at the back of his head opening a nice gash), and there I learned the "super glue" trick. At this point in time we now live in a 2 story house, I was downstairs cleaning, my youngest (now 4 1/2 years old) is upstairs playing in his room, when the "I'm Hurt!" alarm goes off (enter screaming at the top of his lungs again, they are pretty strong by now). He starts stumbling down the stairs to where I am at (yes, he came to me, not the opposite way around. Be aghast at what a doting mother you think i am not, but when you have boys, you understand. They fight and argue so much, that when they are hurt, if they can walk, they come to you.). He somehow managed to maim himself of the railing of the stairs. Gashed the top of his head open. At this point in his life I am an expert at what is worth sitting in the ER waiting room for 5 hours, and what is not. This is not. The super glue prop enters the stage for the "super glue" trick. 

So that is the 18 month schedule. The most recent injury I was expecting at any time. And as sick as it sounds, it is nice to know when to expect the next wound requiring the ever-wondrous super glue.