No mother likes it when her child gets injured. I can't think of one person that I know who would stand over a screaming, bleeding child and say "well, you brought it upon yourself, you know." Maybe that is because I would not be friends with those people.
Anyway, Isaac is all boy. He likes dirt. He likes bugs. He likes to be outside. He likes to be active. He's curious about everything.
And he likes to pound on the screen door. Remember how I live in a Dr. Suess house with crooked doorways and windows that are painted shut? Well, the screen door that is in the sliding door doesn't look. And it is old. We are constantly telling him not to push on the door and not to bang on the screen. I mean, the cats have almost knocked it out a few times. See where I am going with this?
Last night before we went to dinner, Ben was standing outside. I was in the kitchen. And Isaac got a RUNNING START from across the room, full spead ahead toward the screen door. I guess he wanted to be outside as well.
The next thing I know, Isaac and the screen door are both laying on the patio, and he is screaming.
I picked him up and cuddled him. There is a decent scrape/bruise/bump on his forehead and a smaller one on his nose.
This was bound to happen. He's a baby. And he is learning. I am pretty sure that based on the fall he took last night, and the tentativeness he had around the screen door after Ben put it back into the frame, he won't be as rough with it. And he did figure out how to get outside, the little problem solver.
Still, it was not so much fun for me to hear my baby howl from fear and pain.
So he got a lollipop. :) (See the bump above his left eye?)