My son, my son

Last night Adam found another way to injure himself. He truly is all boy.

About a month ago he tried to climb the laundry basket to get something off his single wall shelf. In the process, slipped, and pulled the entire shelf off the wall, including all the shelf's contents onto him.

Because I'm such an excellent parent I immediately went out and bought new wall anchors and secured the shelf back to the wall that day. Yeah, right.

Unfortunatley, I left the long wooden shelf on his window seat. 30 days is the maximum number of days that a young boy can be tempted, and not act.

Last night he decided he could lean this shelf on his window seat and it would give him a long ramp to run up on. At least that is how it went in his mind not understanding the laws of gravity. In reality, the board slipped out with the weight of an extra 46 lb. kid on it. It slipped down lunging Adam's nose squarely on his window seat.

I heard screams from his bedroom while I was cooking dinner. I immediately thought, please don't be blood, please don't be blood. (Moms of boys will understand this.) I ran to check on him to find him holding his nose with blood all over his hands.

He asked me, "Am I bleeding?"
I said, "No, not very much at all. There's just a little blood." (I lied, Adam freaks out if he sees any blood.)

Luckily, it ended up being a lot of blood for a little cut right under his nose.

What I don't understand is how he gets sidetracked so easily. He was helping me cook dinner. He likes to help cook dinner. I sent him to wash his hands. He went down the hall, and somehow passed up the bathroom, and set up the circus ring in his room in about 45 seconds. Here's hoping Hadley isn't a Houdini. I can't take two kids like that!