The crash of the swing
We are having such beautiful weather (actually almost too hot for me, but we had a nice breeze) so I decided that DT, Deacon and I would go outside. I braved the pollen and we went out. DT was riding his bikes while Deacon and I sat in the swing. DT decided he'd join us on the swing and chat. We were watching the momma robin feed you bebes and talking about bumble bees while Deacon drooled with delight.
We swinged, swang, swung (one verb I have trouble conjugating) for a good little while when suddenly, BAM BOOM CRASH, the next thing we knew, we were on the ground. We hit HARD (compacted Nana's vertebrae). One of the boards that the swing was screwed into came loose and fell on us, with DT getting the brunt of the hit. It scraped up his chest and belly pretty good. Deacon was screaming, but I thought it was mostly because it scared him. I gave him a quick once over and saw no blood, so relaxed enough to gather my wits. DT tried so hard to be big and brave. He said: "I'm alright, Nana." Of course, Nana in her stupid over zealous state said, "Are you sure?" to which DT replied: "Yes, I'm sure" while tears filled his eyes. I melted and almost cried myself. I felt so bad. He showed me his chest and belly and though there was no blood, he got scraped pretty good, so I'm sure it did hurt. He wanted "lots of band aids".
Deacon had calmed down and I had gotten my flip flop loose from the swing (it landed on it after it scraped my calf). I got up and quickly took the boys inside to check them over better. Deacon needed a diaper change anyway, so that gave me a chance to give him a good once over. He ended up with a little scratch on his leg and a boo boo on his side. I also noticed later that he had a goose egg on the back of his head with a little scratch on it. Again, I felt really, really bad for the boys.
The swing itself is fixable, but I think I'm going to insist that DaddyMac go buy us a swing we can set in the yard -- one with a canopy over it. I've got to have my swing time with the boys but I don't want that one hung back up or one hung from the porch.
I'm sore as heck now. I think I got a pretty good jar from the fall and being so tense afterward didn't help, but I think a few doses of Ibuprofen will help. Vicatin would help better, but ya gotta have a prescrip for those little darlins. :)
The rest of the day, DT kept saying that he got the worst of it, which he really did, though I think Deacon might argue. I'm sure his little head didn't appreciate the whack it took from that board.
Gee, I feel bad. Poor little men. But, they are troopers and Nana's very proud of them.
We swinged, swang, swung (one verb I have trouble conjugating) for a good little while when suddenly, BAM BOOM CRASH, the next thing we knew, we were on the ground. We hit HARD (compacted Nana's vertebrae). One of the boards that the swing was screwed into came loose and fell on us, with DT getting the brunt of the hit. It scraped up his chest and belly pretty good. Deacon was screaming, but I thought it was mostly because it scared him. I gave him a quick once over and saw no blood, so relaxed enough to gather my wits. DT tried so hard to be big and brave. He said: "I'm alright, Nana." Of course, Nana in her stupid over zealous state said, "Are you sure?" to which DT replied: "Yes, I'm sure" while tears filled his eyes. I melted and almost cried myself. I felt so bad. He showed me his chest and belly and though there was no blood, he got scraped pretty good, so I'm sure it did hurt. He wanted "lots of band aids".
Deacon had calmed down and I had gotten my flip flop loose from the swing (it landed on it after it scraped my calf). I got up and quickly took the boys inside to check them over better. Deacon needed a diaper change anyway, so that gave me a chance to give him a good once over. He ended up with a little scratch on his leg and a boo boo on his side. I also noticed later that he had a goose egg on the back of his head with a little scratch on it. Again, I felt really, really bad for the boys.
The swing itself is fixable, but I think I'm going to insist that DaddyMac go buy us a swing we can set in the yard -- one with a canopy over it. I've got to have my swing time with the boys but I don't want that one hung back up or one hung from the porch.
I'm sore as heck now. I think I got a pretty good jar from the fall and being so tense afterward didn't help, but I think a few doses of Ibuprofen will help. Vicatin would help better, but ya gotta have a prescrip for those little darlins. :)
The rest of the day, DT kept saying that he got the worst of it, which he really did, though I think Deacon might argue. I'm sure his little head didn't appreciate the whack it took from that board.
Gee, I feel bad. Poor little men. But, they are troopers and Nana's very proud of them.
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