Things That Go Bump All the Time
I don’t know when this happened, but out of nowhere, Henry is running. While he’s no Carl Lewis (does that date me a bit?), he has decided that walking just isn’t good enough and he needs to go, go, go as fast as he can, wherever he can, whenever he can.
It’s great to watch him run. His arms are in the air, he’s usually making some king of screeching, happy noise, and he’s going in any and every possible direction. While I love this to bits (and I’ll talk more about it a bit later), it has meant that there have been a few more bumps, bruises, and bleeding of late.
He’s run head first into the corner of tables, he’s tripped over toys, shoes, and rugs, and he’s even fallen on his face for seemingly no reason (although it’s usually when he’s getting tired). On Sunday morning, he got a big bruise on his forehead when he banged into a door, and ten minutes later, after his tears had been cleaned up and he was back to his old self, he proceeded to fall down and get a bloody lip.
In ten minutes time!
I don’t think he’s particularly clumsy and I’m not really worried. I just think that he’s just a toddler.
Henry and I went to a coffee shop/indoor playground right before New Year’s, and it seemed like every kid there his age was covered in cuts and black-and-blue marks. It’s like a rite of passage or something.
So here’s my favorite running story that I promised above.
Yesterday, being a holiday, I had off and Kristen had to work. (She works every day, it seems.) So Henry and I got to play together and go have some Thai food (he loves those noodles) and get some much needed undershirts at Target.
Right before heading out for our errands, I had to use the bathroom. So what I did was close all the doors in the house, and “trapped” Henry in the hallway. On one end was the bathroom, and on the other was… Cecil.
Cecil’s not one of the brightest animals on this planet (in fact, he’s fallen into the 3rd percentile), but he is good at keeping Henry occupied.
So, as I’m doing what I have to do (and that’s all I’ll have to say about that), Henry is running up and down the hall, chasing the cat. Every time they get to the end, Cecil stops, slides on the hardwood floors, runs in place (like Scooby-Doo), and then comes running the other way, with Henry following.
This went on for about 3 laps back and forth, each time with more screams from Henry, and all I could think of was, “why the heck do I have to be on the toilet at this time without easy access to a camera!”
Luckily for everyone, there were no injuries sustained, and both Henry and Cecil got good and tired and Henry was nice and calm for our car trip and Cecil slept for four hours straight.
Good times.
January 20th, 2010 at 4:56 pm
Great story! Enjoy the giggles and screams of joy… this is such a fun time in his life.