We, like everyone else, are still reeling from the news coming out of Boston. My sister-in-law ran last year and decided not to train to re-qualify this year. So thankful. The only other runner I know already posted on FB that she is okay.
My kids had a rough day yesterday. Ari and Ethan had a well-check appointment and I could not BELIEVE how uncooperative he was. They were trying to weigh him and he was screaming and kicking the nurse. He’s usually laid back and laughing. Clearly does NOT enjoy being held down. Made his point loud and clear.
Later, Ari dropped a pole on her pinkie toe. The kids were “weight lifting” in the yard with some garden tools. I don’t think it’s broken, she moves it and bends it with her hands but it’s definitely bruised and swollen. (She came down this morning and said “my toe’s messed up.” Which made me laugh a little at her choice of expression but then I realized she meant her nail polish. She hasn’t stopped asking me to fix the pink paint. Seriously, kid.)
The older kids had been riding bikes around the driveway, as usual, no big deal. Madeline currently doesn’t have a bike (I think the last one she had was left out and possibly hit by a car, can’t remember). Adelaide’s back tire is popped. So the only real working bike is Drew’s. Which is way too big for Adelaide.
But she came in and proudly announced that she could ride Drew’s bike now. Honestly I think she had done fine down on the flat paved half-loop we live on. But then she wanted to ride from our driveway around to the loop, which is sloped and curvy. I advised against it. She would NOT listen, so sure she could do it now. She was so adamant, I started believing she really knew how to ride his bike and agreed to let her have one turn. BIG MISTAKE.
She started screaming and panicking when she realized that pushing the pedals backwards did not slow her down. I didn’t even THINK about the fact that she didn’t know the brakes are in the handle bars. Like, it never even crossed my mind. So I’m watching my baby fly away from me on a way-too-big runaway bike, screaming and panicking and disappearing around the bend in the road. I freaked a bit and ran after her.
The next thing I know she’s climbing out of the woods with blood running down her face and arms. I freaked some more. I told Andy later it reminded me of a Band of Brother’s scene. I could hardly believe this was real and happening. Thankfully it turned out to be just a small cut on her head and stopped bleeding almost immediately. We changed our bloody clothes and she took a bath. We had a long talk about maybe sometimes mommy really DOES know what she’s talking about.
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