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..."
Heh heh...oh my.
Good morning, HH!
~listening to the shuttle, drinking coffee~
Heh, Tell Margaret that if we parents have to live through it too, emergency room trips and all, we have the right to continue the stories into perpetuity! ;o)
Interestingly, the only one of our kids ever to break a bone was Clare! She was 4 and Joseph was 2, and they were jumping on her bed. She lost her balance, and whacked her elbow on one of the side rails of her day bed.