This weekend was full of freak-out moments as Jericho decided he would choose to be clumsy. I know that sounds mean, but it's like he grew an invisible fifth limb that constantly got in the way. On Friday we went to see the steam train that was in town to celebrate B.C.'s 150th Anniversary. Nate LOVES trains and he was especially excited (and it was even MY idea - such a good wife!!), but we got there and it had already arrived. Soo sad! Watching it come in would have made Nate's YEAR. Anyways, we went around and took lots of pictures. We wanted to wait until it was going to leave, but it was so hot and babies were hungry. So we grabbed some free popcorn and were sitting on the grass eating it. But when I stood up with Jericho to get ready to go, he decided it would be a good idea to head in the OPPOSITE direction down the steep embankment, and head straight for the cement wall and sidewalk at the bottom. WHO IS THE KID!?! I freaked out and both my shoes went flying in an attempt to catch up with the runaway. Nate yelled at him to stop, and by either fear or providence - he fell to his knees inches away from the cement. I was shaking so bad. Why do kids do this to us?
The next freak out happened about a half hour after we dropped Nate off for his fishing trip. We arrived home and I explained to Jericho that he needed to be a good helper and listen to Mommy (surprisingly, this pep talk often works!). I took Malachi upstairs and had to go to the bathroom. Sometimes it takes awhile for Jer to make his way upstairs as well, due to all the fun shoes down there... but I asked him to please come up and I could hear his little sandals clumping on up. I went to stand on the landing and tell him he was being such a good boy for listening - when he looked up and promptly fell over backwards. I swore as I chased him down, feeling helpless as he tumbled down the last six laminate stairs. My poor boy. He cried, I cried, and we just cuddled together until he spotted his favorite book and he was fine. I was not. I felt so guilty for trying to encourage him, only for that look up at me to be his downfall. And so soon after Nate had left us.
And again, yesterday we were at my mom's just hanging out and cooling off when Jericho managed to injure himself at least three separate times. He has a scratch on his back from falling out of the wading pool.
If this is what toddlerhood is all about, I don't like it one bit. I hope my obituriary won't read, "Died of a heart attack after watching her son injure himself once again."
Argh.
PS- Happy 25th Birthday to my sister!! Megan has had a tiring few weeks, and it was nice she got to come out for lunch today with NO BABIES! Hope you had fun sweetie!!
PPS - I tried to upload pics, but blogger is being wonky... will try later.. remind me.










































