I am so glad our post placement report was a few weeks ago!!!
I mentioned Eli smashing his face at the dentist's office in the last post. The night before, at small group, he tripped and fell and went face first into the couch in the basement. Then, on Wednesday he was helping Papa load firewood. He got a little wheelbarrow for his birthday last year and he loves to put a log in it and push it all over and finally end up at the wood shed, or in the house, and put the piece on the stack.
Well, yesterday morning, as Tim tells the tale, Eli was helping as usual. Only this time he decided he was going to help Papa throw the firewood into the back of the dump truck- several feet higher than his head. Tim caught him out of the corner of his eye with a log above his head as he tried, apparently, to reach the bed of the truck.
Unfortunately, he was also trying to walk across the pallet he was standing on, tripped and fell- face first onto the log he had just been carrying- hitting the other side of his face- black eye number two!! More like a clown face, I guess I should say- almost like little purple tear shaped marks just under both eyes.
He seems fine- none the worse for wear. He fell several times while we were in St Croix, so I told Tim I think he may be growing- and not used to his longer legs. This morning seemed to confirm my suspicions.
We were headed downstairs. He races up and down the steps all the time- with no problem!! Tim installed a handrail just for him, and he uses it. He's never had any problems. Until this morning....
I was loading firewood into the wood burner, having just left him as he was coming down the stairs. He was chatting away, when suddenly, I heard the sickening thuds and booms that signify something falling down the steps.... and then his crying. OH the sound that every parent abhors!! I jumped over the gate around the wood burner, racing around the futon and found him sitting all cockeyed about 2 steps from the bottom.
I scooped him up as he screamed and cried in my arms, thanking God he didn't seem to be badly injured, and I held him for a moment and then began assessing damage. His face- the same spot he hit the firewood with yesterday!!- was all red again- where he hit it as he fell- this time quite an angry mark- but no blood :0) All fingers and toes and joints worked just fine and within minutes, he was pointing at the steps scolding them for causing his fall.
At his bath tonight, I discovered a pretty good knot and bruise on his little shin and a small bruise on his back. I am so thankful that all he has are a few bruises. He now emphatically says every time he successfully makes it up the stairs- that he didn't fall this time :0)
We finally got out the door this morning to go to the Library and grocery shopping- ending at the pet store to get a new algae eater for our fish tank. As we came out of the pet store, I was carrying him and told him to hide his face in my neck to escape the bitingly cold wind. He suddenly threw out both hands and yelled, "Top wind!!" I had to laugh- this is exactly what Jesus said to the winds and waves when he and the disciples got caught in the storm on the boat- "Stop wind!! Peace, be still..." and our son is using this story he's already let sink into his heart. He was commanding the wind to stop blowing.
Father, may all the stories in the Bible come alive for our son, may Your word sink deep in his heart and may he fall completely in love with you and have the relationship You desire with him. Thank you for watching over our son and giving him into our care. Thank you for continually making us into the parents You would have us to be.
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