The drama that was yesterday
Jun. 28th, 2005 06:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
muck_a_luckWell.
Yesterday, Small Boy was perfect. Or as perfect as a seven-year-old boy can be pulling a full business day at Mommy's office.
But true to form, he was so caught up in his legos that he refused to eat.
Legos take a lot of brain power, man. They use up lots of glucose. And Small Boy always gets cranky when he doesn't have regular snacks and full lunches.
So late in the day, Small Boy had a major construction difficulty and called in the reinforcements. Though why he ever calls me to help with construction I'll never know. I'm good for finding pieces and taking apart things that have gotten hopelessly stuck together. And occassionally for figuring out the instructions. But I do nothing but break his toys once he puts them in my hands.
Anyway, we got into a dispute about how best to resolve the construction problem.
Small Boy got more and more worked up. Finally, he leaps over me and the legos to get around to see a better angle.
And slams into The Boss' desk.
Dear God, the thud it made. My stomach dropped out, and I whirl around to find his whole little face crumpled up in pain. He'd already started screaming crying and I couldn't get him to tell me where he'd hit himself. I could see it wasn't an eye or any place visible on his forehead. For a split second I was relieved. I figured he'd caught the hard top of his head.
Then the first drop of blood came out of his nose.
There was the first little bit, then it gushed. Just streamed down his face. It was terrible. The poor thing. All over him. And I knew that logically meant that he had hit his nose, but probably because my first thought had been "he hit the top of his head," my brain was screaming could this much blood be the side effect of a head injury? (Mommy panic.)
So I grabbed tissues and made him sit on the floor and we pinched his nose til the bleeding stopped.
And I swear he was absolutely fine 10 minutes later. We got the blood to stop. He had a drink of water. (Still refused a snack, but I figured, hey, lots of pain and blood. Can't expect him to have a big appetite.) And he trooped back there and fixed the problem.
I was mothering![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dork_elf yesterday morning, and she reminded me I had my own kid to worry about.
Seriously.
But he's a tough little bugger. And the Sandcrawler is looking great, BTW, though he is *still* struggling with this design flaw. I think we could give the Lego people some tips. We're goign to make modifications tonight, I think.
Yesterday, Small Boy was perfect. Or as perfect as a seven-year-old boy can be pulling a full business day at Mommy's office.
But true to form, he was so caught up in his legos that he refused to eat.
Legos take a lot of brain power, man. They use up lots of glucose. And Small Boy always gets cranky when he doesn't have regular snacks and full lunches.
So late in the day, Small Boy had a major construction difficulty and called in the reinforcements. Though why he ever calls me to help with construction I'll never know. I'm good for finding pieces and taking apart things that have gotten hopelessly stuck together. And occassionally for figuring out the instructions. But I do nothing but break his toys once he puts them in my hands.
Anyway, we got into a dispute about how best to resolve the construction problem.
Small Boy got more and more worked up. Finally, he leaps over me and the legos to get around to see a better angle.
And slams into The Boss' desk.
Dear God, the thud it made. My stomach dropped out, and I whirl around to find his whole little face crumpled up in pain. He'd already started screaming crying and I couldn't get him to tell me where he'd hit himself. I could see it wasn't an eye or any place visible on his forehead. For a split second I was relieved. I figured he'd caught the hard top of his head.
Then the first drop of blood came out of his nose.
There was the first little bit, then it gushed. Just streamed down his face. It was terrible. The poor thing. All over him. And I knew that logically meant that he had hit his nose, but probably because my first thought had been "he hit the top of his head," my brain was screaming could this much blood be the side effect of a head injury? (Mommy panic.)
So I grabbed tissues and made him sit on the floor and we pinched his nose til the bleeding stopped.
And I swear he was absolutely fine 10 minutes later. We got the blood to stop. He had a drink of water. (Still refused a snack, but I figured, hey, lots of pain and blood. Can't expect him to have a big appetite.) And he trooped back there and fixed the problem.
I was mothering
dork_elf yesterday morning, and she reminded me I had my own kid to worry about.Seriously.
But he's a tough little bugger. And the Sandcrawler is looking great, BTW, though he is *still* struggling with this design flaw. I think we could give the Lego people some tips. We're goign to make modifications tonight, I think.
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Date: 2005-06-28 05:04 pm (UTC)