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Sunday, March 25, 2012


5 Years, 7 Months, 4 days.  

That is how long it took, in spite of the rough-housing that is considered normal in our home, for us to land in the E.R. with a bloody kid.

It is astonishing, really, that it took so long. In those 2044 days my shelves have been used as climbing walls; my living room a dojo; my basement an alternating arena for the Stanley Cup and the World Cup.  My yard has been Gotham City; Metropolis; New York City; and, there, evil villains have been slain by immortal superheroes.

Wrestling matches have been won and lost, as have boxing bouts.  And, my little princes have leapt from the bed to the bean bag, over a bedroom-sized, dragon filled swamp.   My stairs, with help of a quilt, have become the world's fastest luge, and each and every bed in this house is, apparently, a trampoline. My sons have turned games of tag into tackle tag, games of hide-n-seek into wrestling matches, and, somehow, heads and bodies land, crashingly, on walls and floors even from a seated position.

In addition to the (temporary) tattoos and stamps that adorn the boys bodies, there's a scattering of black and blue bruises. None of which the boys can recall how they got. 

So, yes, I do feel a mild sense of accomplishmentpride, LUCK, that it took over five rotations around the sun before staples were needed to seal a 2 inch gap in Turner's head.  Sigh!  The good news is, it was just staples in the back of the head.  No obvious scars, no casts needing to be signed, no plastic surgeon required. 

What Happened?  It's silly, really, any of what is listed above should have, could have, caused much worse injury.  The boys were chasing each other around the circle of kitchen, living room, dining room, as they do every day.  They were laughing.  Turner slipped on some water in front of the fridge and hit the wall with his feet.  This itself was not harmful, at all, and he was still laughing.  But, when he hit the wall, the picture hanging on it fell off and the corner of the frame landed, squarely, on the back of his head slashing it an inch wide.  Lots of blood, fewer cries, and a shocked mommy had us in a moment of disarray.  Todd handled the blood and Turner calmed down.  I took him to St. Mary's, where he managed to charm the nurses and the doctors and not even flinch as they stapled his head.

But, still, I suppose they would be safest encased in bubble wrap.   If only they would sit still long enough to get swaddled.  Hell, perhaps that would protect my walls, as well.

Chase M. Tovsky, Esquire

Lately, it is next to impossible to win an argument with Chase.

I hear you snickering.  "Come on, Wend, you're the parent.  Toughen up!"  I have heard it all before and though I won't argue with you that I can be a bit of a softy with my guys, Chase's skill is beyond my level of toughness, or lack there of.

Since he was in the 3's program at school the teachers have claimed he would grow up to be a lawyer.  Or, a politician.  Aren't they the same, really?  considering MOST people's opinions of both, I wasn't sure I this was actually a compliment, though I think it was said in flattery.

Lately, however, he has proven that, though he may travel down a road of sports super-stardom, he could likely end up near a courtroom.  That boy can argue.  And,  negotiate.  And, charm.  It is an interesting combination.

He is quite capable of not only citing precedence, by remembering, with detail, every prior incident that is closely related to a situation, but also of negotiating a settlement by stating arguments so valid that one is forced to concede.  It is because of my keen awareness that I am, indeed, the parent (see first paragraph) that I refuse such a concession, even if I know he is right.

Don't believe me?  I challenge you to try argue with him why it isn't fair that he only had 3 minutes use of my phone while his brothers, on more than one occasion, have had 5 minutes each.  Or, why I should not have gotten a white car because, in fact, ever since he has known me I have driven a white car, and therefore, I should have let him pick the color.  He can persuade you to play soccer, even if you want to sit on the couch, because we should want him to improve his skills and therefore we should want to work out with him.  And, without a doubt, he should be able to do homework later because he needs time to rest his mind and refresh his brain.

OK, I am off to study torts now so I can try to out lawyer my son.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Tooth Fairy

I had noticed that Ryder looked different. Older.  Something in his face had changed.   Other people were noticing, too.  But we couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.  Then, his tooth fell out.  And, I realized he was just growing up.

It wasn't out of nowhere.  It had been loose for a while.  Much longer than I had expected, actually.  But, as we pulled into the library parking lot yesterday, there it was. Tooth in his hand, blood on his shirt.   He was happy that it didn't hurt.

That night the tooth fairy gave him $5, which was disappointing since he asked for a Power Rangers toy.  He also got money from his grandparents making it a $10 tooth.  He is saving it for said toy.

When he noticed his tooth was loose, months before

The tooth

The letter to the Tooth Fairy!