October 19, 2010

Silence is Golden, Except for the Vomit

There are two sounds that every mother learns to fear: large crashing noises and the sound of silence. Neither bode well for mothers or children, as both noises inevitably indicate mischief, disobedience, or the very real possibility of a trip to the local ER.

Recently, I have learned to fear silence so much so, in fact, that I now convulsively vomit each time the house is quiet. In our home, silence most often precedes large crashing noises of the furniture or infant variety, which are themselves quite often followed by screaming.

Last week, our little boy tipped over the living room cabinet. The cabinet itself is taller than my son and easily twice as heavy. Truth be told, it could have sent us to the hospital with sirens blaring, had the doors not been open to break its fall.

The week prior was equally as exciting when Nathaniel gleefully discovered the full-length mirror I had neglected to put away that morning. In the thirty seconds it took me to walk into the kitchen and begin washing a bottle, he crawled into my room, grabbed the side of the mirror and threw it to the ground, shattering it into a thousand razor-sharp pieces.

Both incidents were narrow misses, but they got me thinking. Do they rent hospital beds by the month? I wonder if I could get a discount by signing an 18-year lease. Or at least a room with a view?

Just from watching the kiddo, it's clear that we'll end up in the ER more than once over the coming years. The fact that my son just isn't happy if he's not playing with the most dangerous item in the room isn't lost on me after watching him scale our rickety back staircase, a stone hearth with ominously sharp edges, and the rocks in our yard.

Then again, perhaps this is the beginning of something wonderful. Maybe my little boy will take after his parents and develop a love for rock climbing. And while there is a good chance that a hobby of that nature will also land him in the hospital, the mother within can take comfort in the fact that it doesn't involve being pinned under a large wooden cabinet.

So while I fully intend to encourage the rock climbing habit (complete with a harness, helmet, and an overabundance of safety training), let's work on walking first, shall we?

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2 comments:

  1. Silence always means a disaster is about to strike in our home. So glad it just isn't me!

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  2. As kids get older, silence is a good thing. Means they are actively involved in projects, reading or playing their DS and/or Wii! I appreciate the silence and am grateful for moments when it arrives. However, I remember the toddler stage and silence was NOT a good thing :)

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