I’ve needed this weekend all week. After several days of travel (two of those days being over last weekend), I get a weekend with the family. I have no idea what we’re going to do, but I’m excited to have some adult company and help with the little one. My back could certainly use the rest. I can’t remember if I mentioned it on this blog, but at Fynn’s last appointment he weighed in at 29 lbs and 14 oz and 33 1/2 inches long. He’s a BIG boy. My doctor was shocked at his height and had to measure him twice. I think we’re in trouble when he’s a teenager if he doesn’t start slowing down on the growth.
Poor Fynn had a little accident last night. Nate had to do some things on the boat (we have a sailboat in McKinley Marina), so Fynn and I walked down with him (we live near the lake). It’s actually pretty easy to watch him in the boat because he can cruise on the seating and the floor is deep. That’s what I thought, anyways. Until he was bending to pick something up and his feet sliped on the bottom of the boat and he bashed his mouth into the fiberglass seat. Luckily he just bit his lip really hard (which is already healing this morning). But boy did it bleed…a lot. It didn’t take long to stop, but we were really freaked out. Once he stopped crying and reallized it looked worse than it actually was, we tried to remind ourselves that this is just one of many, many injuries that will come throughout his life. Poor babies.
He seems fine today. I feel guilty about last night so I let him watch Sesame Street. We usually don’t watch TV in the morning…or in the afternoon, but he gets treats today.
Poor Fynn. But you are right, there will be many, many more accidents. Alex threw a temper-tantrum one night about 30 minutes before bedtime. He threw himself backwards into a corner of the wall and cut his head open. Boy did that bleed! We ended up in the emergency room for an hour and he came home with one staple in his head. We knew it wasn’t our fault, but you sure do feel awful anyway. (And they told us that head wounds always bleed a lot – even the small ones.)
Fynn sure is a big boy! Beth hasn’t even reached those numbers yet and she’s about 5 months older.
I still remember the first time Damien split his lip like that. It was at a friends house; I think he hit a table or something… All I could do was hold him and tell Bill, “Do something, he is bleeding!”
We are a bit more relaxed about it now, mainly because if we freaked out over everything with three kids, I would be dead by now 😛