Entry #63 in Crap Mother Hall of Fame
3.01pm: Mommy and Andrew head out to run some errands.
3.00 and 36 seconds: Andrew makes a break for it, races across the parking lot, and into the trees on the other side. He looks back, flashes a great big baby grin at Mommy, as if to say, "HA HA, YOU CAN'T CATCH ME."
3.00 and 45 seconds: Mommy reaches the trees, but Andrew slips through her fingers and proceeds to run headlong down the hill in an attempt to fly.
3.01: Predictably, it does not end well. The resulting "SPLAT/CRUNCH" when Andrew's nose meets the concrete sidewalk is head throughout the neighborhood.
No, really. You could totally hear it.
3.01-3.10: Tears, blood, screaming. Not all of these are from Andrew alone.
3.11: The blood and screaming abated, Mommy determines that Andrew is not in pain. It's not certain where the blood came from, but Andrew does appear to have all of his teeth, as well as some scratches on his nose and chin and lip.
3.12-3.19: Cuddling. Not solely for Andrew's benefit.
3.20-4.30: Errands, as previously indicated.
4.30: Home. Andrew is dosed with newly purchased baby ibuprofen (Tylenol doesn't seem to have any affect on him, unfortunately), and a further inspection is allowed.
Result? All teeth present, but one of the upper front teeth appears to be chipped: at least, there's a sharp part that wasn't there before.
Also, his lip is majorly swollen. I'm sure there will be pictures at some point, but not at the moment. Right now, we're watching Muppets on YouTube (current viewing: the chickens singing "Baby Face").
Anyway, he's had dinner and water and juice and milk, and doesn't seem to be in any pain and he ate all his food, so I'm thinking it's just a chip, and not anything major. (Also, I have to think he'd still be in pain if it were more than a little chip.)
At least it's a baby tooth - I chipped one of my permanent teeth when I was a kid, and I still have the cap. Well, I have the third cap. Stuff happens, to caps.
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On the plus side, I made a carrot cake for Bill's birthday today. That'll be a fun conversation when he gets home.
Bill: So how was your day?
Me: I made a cake, and Andrew made a failed attempt to eat the sidewalk.
*sigh*
(Also, he's now headbanging to Muppets Bohemian Rhapsody. ashfae, you would DIE, it's just too funny.)
3.00 and 36 seconds: Andrew makes a break for it, races across the parking lot, and into the trees on the other side. He looks back, flashes a great big baby grin at Mommy, as if to say, "HA HA, YOU CAN'T CATCH ME."
3.00 and 45 seconds: Mommy reaches the trees, but Andrew slips through her fingers and proceeds to run headlong down the hill in an attempt to fly.
3.01: Predictably, it does not end well. The resulting "SPLAT/CRUNCH" when Andrew's nose meets the concrete sidewalk is head throughout the neighborhood.
No, really. You could totally hear it.
3.01-3.10: Tears, blood, screaming. Not all of these are from Andrew alone.
3.11: The blood and screaming abated, Mommy determines that Andrew is not in pain. It's not certain where the blood came from, but Andrew does appear to have all of his teeth, as well as some scratches on his nose and chin and lip.
3.12-3.19: Cuddling. Not solely for Andrew's benefit.
3.20-4.30: Errands, as previously indicated.
4.30: Home. Andrew is dosed with newly purchased baby ibuprofen (Tylenol doesn't seem to have any affect on him, unfortunately), and a further inspection is allowed.
Result? All teeth present, but one of the upper front teeth appears to be chipped: at least, there's a sharp part that wasn't there before.
Also, his lip is majorly swollen. I'm sure there will be pictures at some point, but not at the moment. Right now, we're watching Muppets on YouTube (current viewing: the chickens singing "Baby Face").
Anyway, he's had dinner and water and juice and milk, and doesn't seem to be in any pain and he ate all his food, so I'm thinking it's just a chip, and not anything major. (Also, I have to think he'd still be in pain if it were more than a little chip.)
At least it's a baby tooth - I chipped one of my permanent teeth when I was a kid, and I still have the cap. Well, I have the third cap. Stuff happens, to caps.
*
On the plus side, I made a carrot cake for Bill's birthday today. That'll be a fun conversation when he gets home.
Bill: So how was your day?
Me: I made a cake, and Andrew made a failed attempt to eat the sidewalk.
*sigh*
(Also, he's now headbanging to Muppets Bohemian Rhapsody. ashfae, you would DIE, it's just too funny.)