I closed the car window on Vivian’s fingers yesterday. Nothing makes you feel more useless than hurting your own child. Except hurting someone else’s.
Vivian got over it.
After 30 minutes of crying and an hour of milking it for what she could, she was outside playing basketball with William.
William invented a new game. It’s called Take-Mommy’s-Exercise-Ball-And-Toss-It-So-It-Stays-On-The-Hoop.
It’s not so easy. I tried.
Vivian came in early to practice math. She loves to count, add four-digit numbers, and be first in everything.
She especially enjoys counting money.
When I came in, she said, “Mom, I just counted the money in my piggy back. I need $8.61 to get to $60.00.”
“Good for you,” I said. “You better start pulling some of your teeth.”
How was your weekend?
I’ve closed a window on a kids hand too. Also a sliding van door. Vivian has a nice little stash in that piggy bank! Do you do allowance? (My thoughts are all over the place today. Impressive exercise ball basket, by the way!)
Amy
We don’t do allowance. My husband sells some of their toys at the local flea market and gives the kids half the money. Oh, and Grandpa Dim Sum let’s the take a fistful of coins from the change jar every time they visit.
You talk to your kids similar to how I did! They learned the nuances of sarcasm before they could walk…I think I might try to play that game today. I wonder what the neighbors would think.
Ha. Your neighbours may join you!
Ouch! I actually slammed my own fingers in the car door one day a long time ago … not sure how I managed that … and it … owwwww … I can still feel it! Loved the encouragement to earn that $8.61 – now I need to get a cloth to wipe up my coffee.
That would hurt… I did slam William’s in the van’s sliding doors a few years ago. More Guilty Mother Syndrome.
is that all I have to do to earn extra cash? I’m sure I could get by with a few less teeth!
How many gold crowns? 😉
I accidentally stepped on Darius (my 14-month-old) the other day, while I was cooking. No one was behind me, then I turn and he’s under my foot. I swear, he’s as fast as a ninja.
With you as his mom, EA, I’m not surprised he’s a ninja…
Been there, done that, got the tee shirt. Fortunately there was a lot of rubber trim around the door when I closed it on my daughter’s hand.
True enough. And fortunately, those bones are pretty soft.
Speedy pulled out 2 molars on his birthday to score $5 more. (that was my FB status a couple days ago)
Glad Vivian’s hand was okay. That really smarts!
He’s a crafty one, isn’t he!
Urp. Hurting kids by accident stinks. I’ve been around the “hand in door” disaster. The worse thing is when you’re trying to be funny or something and it goes wrong and kids get hurt. This is good justification for not playing with children. YouTube affirms as much on this point.
When jokes go bad… I’ve been there too.
Oh, it SUCKS when your kids hurt, especially when you inadvertently caused it. Helllllo Mom guilt!
I spent the weekend playing Swim Mom. Yup, the WHOLE weekend. 🙂
Glad Viv’s finger made a recovery!
Swim mom. Oi. Yet another reason not to put my kids in anything. Well, besides music and soccer and maybe basketball camp…
Being able to count money is definitely an inspiration for learning math, LOL And if I were you, I think that’s exactly where I’d want my exercise Bosu ball (yeah, I’ve got one too…somewhere…) to be!
This weekend I got my haircut and successfully avoided a) St. Patrick’s Day Mayhem, and 2) Family Obligation 2012-a-palooza. A raging success, I’d say 😉
A Bosu ball. That’s what it’s called. Do you think Bosu is a swear word in another language?
W&V will be able to publish their own version of “Mommy Dearest” using your old blog posts. That would be ironic, don’tcha think?
They’ve already asked me to buy IronicKids…
Tell Vivian she’ll get more than $60 when she writes her ‘tell-all’ book about her mother. Of course, she’ll likely have to spend it all on therapy (at least that’s what we tell our kids).
I’m impressed that you have an exercise ball. And that it’s not popped.
Well, in truth, my husband just bought it at a garage sale two weeks ago…
I slammed the van door (hard) on Isabelle’s whole arm once. We both sat in a heap on the garage floor wailing and crying for about 15 minutes, me with visions of my child’s shattered forearm and a lifetime full of reconstructive surgery, pins, and such. The neighbours came running, thinking someone had been shot. Turns out she was fine. Not even a bruise.
Amazing. Makes you realize who slowly our old bodies (and hearts) heal. At least my body (and heart).
My mom closed my fingers in the car door when I was little. Back when they drove those huge metal tanks. Hurt like a mutha. Glad Viv recovered swiftly.
You better watch those types of statements. Sarcasm does not translate in court transcripts. Just saying.
My weekend was very boy oriented . . . movie, park, games, baths, and other busy activities. Fun dad is in China, so mom had to step up with the activities. We all survived surprisingly unscathed. That is a win for my house!
Hope your single parent time goes quickly…and without too many Mom Time Outs.
Izzy likes me to carry her to bed “like a baby” some nights. On more than one occasion now, I’ve misjudged the distance between her head and the opening to her room. Clunk! She’s stopped crying when it happens now, I guess she’s used to it. Either that, or I’ve knocked the feeling right out of her little noggin!
Ouch! I’ve done that. Now I side-shuffle into the bedroom when I’m cradling a child.
Once my dad let me sit on his lap and steer while he did the pedals (just on our driveway) and he slammed my fingers in the door while I was getting in. Everything turned out okay for me. I’d be more worried about that exercise ball.
Yikes. Yes, the exercise ball. It’s bouncy.
Owwww! I remember my dad accidentally slamming my hand in the car door one time. I lost my index finger nail and that sucker doesn’t look right to this day.
Maybe that’s what happened to my nails…
Don’t worry, kids forget about that stuff. Take me, for instance. I barely even remember the excruciating pain of my dad stabbing a butcher knife through my thumb nail when we were building a Styrofoam replica of the Great Pyramid. Barely remember it at all….
I think you get the Wince Award. Wow.
Ouch. But if she can play exercise-basket-ball she must be fine.
That was a good one about teeth! I wish I can do fun sarcasm like you but my brain never works fast enough to come up with something clever. Except when I am genuinely angry, then its like my brain goes into hyperactive mode and starts churning out all these not-so-nice-best-not-used-with-kids sarcasm.
As the youngest child (by 6 years) in a family of extroverts, I only got to speak if I spoke quickly. But it’s gotten me into trouble, too, so watch what you wish for!
What’s the point of pulling out teeth when you can use the same tooth over and over and cheat the fairy herself? 🙂
Most common accident in the house is me scratching my husbdand’s hand while reaching contemporaneously the same things (stuff on the table at dinner, the remote…), i keep my nails short but he manages to complain anyway. Not much happened during the weekend, which is not that strange considering i spent about 32 out of 48 hours on the couch.
(Yes, the other 16 is sleeping time :D)
It is even worse when you close a door on your son’s hand . . . they scream louder and longer for some reason. Giggle.
Ouch, I’ve done that to my own fingers. I know the pain.
There are days when I am more clumsy than normal (well, I’m not all that clumsy, but I’m not the most graceful person either), and that’s when people around me get inadvertently hurt, especially the kiddos if they get under-foot, sigh. I also step on cat’s paws or tail all the time. But that’s his damn fault for hanging out right at my feet.
When Tech Support was still a wee Monkey, I popped him into his stroller and decided to go for a walk on a lovely day. He wouldn’t stop wailing. I kept walking and walking, trying to calm him down, figuring eventually he’d fall asleep. Finally, I decided to pick him up and I saw… I’d clipped his thigh into one of the safety straps on his stroller. Oy.
Luckily, he remembers none of this. It still hurts my head.
I scratched my 7 week old putting her in the carseat yesterday. And my 13 year old laughed because I told her she was going to survive and just continued buckling her.
My kids don’t know a language other than sarcasm!!!
Nice post… I did the same think to my Daughter 30 years ago… had the same feelings. Sounds like some cool kids. Especially the budding financier.
LOL…well not the slamming of course, Didn’t slam my girls little fingers (yet) but I did drop them both on their heads at different times. Good thing their heads are so hard. 🙂