So last week (the day after my post on Trio beginning his daredevil antics) he pulled his dresser down on himself. I was sitting in the living room talking to a friend. I heard a crash and run back there to see Trio pinned beneath his dresser.
Now he was fine; no bruises, no tender spots nothing like that. He was scared shitless don't get me wrong but he was fine a couple of hours later.
Me on the other hand....ha ha ha.
A friend made the comment that day after I told her he was fine that mothers are born with 100 years to their life; that way when their kids get done scaring them off of them they live normal lives. Which makes sense to me because it felt like Trio took about two or three off of mine that day.
I realize this type of stuff will happen. I mean he's gonna get hurt whether I'm hovering over him like a helicopter (which I don't want to be that kind of parent) or not. But it's still kind of scary to realize that my boy is allllll boy and he will continue to do stuff like this. Can you imagine how school is going to be like? Trying to parachute off the school playground with his jacket. Seeing how far he can shove a pencil up his nose (that is just gross but boys will be boys). It is just weird.
But on the other hand it does sort of a bittersweet taste to it because for awhile there didn't even know if he was going to make it to six months let alone 20 where he is being a daredevil like he is being right now. So while I will probably rant about it for awhile it does make me smile. My little boy; the daredevil.
Next blog will be about Halloween with pictures of my little disco dude. Oh yeah I went there; he even has an afro wig.
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