Joshua is going to be the death of me, sis. I swear, he's going to cause me to have a heart attack.
You may or may not know, but when he was a baby and I would be holding him...if he decided it was time to get down he would just flip backward to get down. It took me a couple of near misses before I learned to be constantly vigilant.
Then you know he was flipping through the living room and sat on the pencil a week or so ago...
Yesterday he came in the living room, very upset and saying "I'm sorry, Mom! I'm sorry!" The very inner aspect of his left eye was bleeding. The very point where his upper and lower lid meet near his nose was scratched and bleeding.
After a thorough check, I could tell there was no other damage, just the scratch. I found out that he had thought he had dropped something behind his dresser, so he climbed up on the dresser to look behind. He couldn't see what he wanted, so he leaped BACKWARD through the air to get down off the dresser and as he came down, his eye caught on the corner of the top drawer, that was open.
Very close call.
He was upset because he didn't want to tell me because I had burst into tears when he stuck himself with the pencil and I got all that blood on me and I thought it had really impaled him. I cried with relief and stress when I realized he just got stuck a bit under his cheek.
The boy is destined for the olympics as a gymnast.... (((hugs to all)))
God loves fools and children. I'm glad he's ok.
Mrsnad
Heh...it could be worse. My sister Margaret was another that would do that throwing herself backwards action when she wanted to be put down. She'd also go rigid if you tried to put her into a high chair or car seat, and you'd have to practically break her to get her in.
One time she wanted out of the high chair instantly, so she used that backwards jerk manuever. She tipped the whole thing over, clipped her head on the edge of the brick platform where the woodstove sits, and ended up needing staples.
That's just one example. She was...never dull, I guess.
Heh...a few years ago she tried to get Dad to say he wouldn't tell stories about her anymore, because every time someone started to tell about some bad or scary thing their kid had done, he'd say, "Well...let me tell you about what *my* daughter did..."