A not so pleasant memory

Remember when -

I just left Bryant's dad, and moved to Idaho to think things through and chill out. I moved into this real nice house, with a fireplace, 2 bedroom, nice huge kitchen and backyard with a creek. Bryant was 2 I think. Well, I was in the kitchen unpacking and Bryant was in the living room listening to Barney and dancing.

Then I heard the Thud. The type of Thud that you do not want to find out what happened. The type of Thud where you just stand there waiting for another noise to follow. The type of Thud where the time ticks by and all you hear is the background noise of the television. Then you hear the scream and it shocks you out of shock per say, the scream where you are afraid to look but grab a towel just in case...

He was standing there with the blood squirting out of his head like a pulse. He was dancing and smacked his head on the mantle of the fireplace, which was real brick not fake brick... I took the towel and applied pressure all the while looking at his eyes and holding him like any mother would. Thoughts of omg what am I going to do were shooting through my head, where was the hospital, how would I get him down there, where can I go. While trying to remain calm for his sake and knowing full well that this was going to be an "up all night affair" since this happened at 7 and there was no way in hell I was going to lay him down. The bleeding finally stopped and the gooseegg started.. Thank god. When I got the bleeding to slow down, I wrapped him up and went to the neighborhood store, and asked for help. There were two older ladies there and their advice saved my life. Yep he sure did knock the nogging, big ole bruiser is going to be there. Yep there will be a scar, nah as long as his eyes, breathing and gooseegg look fine then all is good. I stayed up all night holding him making sure that he was ok, and breathing, and not dreaming nightmares that would take him away. I would feel myself doing touch and go's then waking myself up and having more coffee or watching whatever channels that they had up there to watch, I don't even remember.

My girlfriend came over the next morning, she hear about what happened at the store and came to take B so I could get some rest.

Yes, he does have a scar...


I have to work
I have to go to Moose meetings for 3 hours
I have to go and play pool at hard times...

what will my son be doing during this time?? I asked him to make himself dinner, something healthier than popcorn and ice cream. He thinks that his brain is going to burn it off while he is sitting there watching Spongebob. He usually is not a picky eater and will eat anything that I make but is too lazy to make it himself. Normal teenager. Then when I do get home he wants to complain that there is nothing to eat in the house and that he is starving and is going to pass out at any moment. I ignore it and walk up the stairs....

HUMPH he say....


Skiing weekend

Well, my son is a new daredevil. He went down as many blacks as he could in one day. The first day of skiing we all went down the bunny hill then Bryant and Brian started going down the greens and the blues with no hesitation. Bryant fell a few times and then got his act together. Ash and I stayed on the bunny slope and then after lunch we went down the greens. They werent that bad either, but I enjoy sports with my feet planted in the ground, and they were a few times this weekend when I walked down a hill or too becuase I would rather look like an ass walking than falling (flaying) on my ass going down the same hill.

The nights were fun. The skiing was fun, and I was very excited to finally have a family vacation.


Remember when?

Remember when...

He started laughing at his own jokes
You started laughing at his jokes
He would wear your high heels around the house
He would snuggle right next to you
He wouldn't mind if you sat in the bathroom as he took a bath
He took a bath
He would put worms in his pockets only to find them dead when he got home
He loved the storied you told
He would hold your hand
He would just come up to you hold your face in his hands and kiss you
He would say "Mommy, I love you"
He would splash in puddles
He thought that you were awesome
He would be excited when you picked him up from school
He would stand in his crib and yell for mommy, mommy, mommy
He thought you had all of the answers
He started having conversations with you
He wanted to sleep in your bed
The first time he choked on a tortilla chip
The first time he had an uncontrollable fever
When he got the chicken pox and you couldnt go anywhere with him
When he thought girls were yuckie
When he was scared of the Vug under the rug


Human Garbage Disposal

Why does it seem when boys hit a certain age that they must gorge themselves on everything in the house? My son eats healthy - he eats fruit veggies, meats, and also anything else that is not held down by cement. One day i could have sworn he ate my car keys.