I HATE tile floors. Let me repeat that. I HATE tile floors.
All of our lower floor is tile. I hated the tile floors to begin with. They make your feet cold. They make the house cold. You canâ€™t sit on tile like you can on carpet. It just doesnâ€™t give you that warm fuzzy house feeling. I hate tile floors.
So Caleb likes to climb. He likes to climb like a monkey. (ooh ooh) One thing he likes to climb are the chairs in our dining area which happens to be over tile floor. So as he is climbing this one time, he overshoots the chair and lands head first onto the tile floor. He cries of course. He is a tough monkey, and he can get over a lot of bumps and bruises, but this one was bad. He had a bad indention in his skull. Yes, an indention. He survived though and was just left with a bruise on his forehead. But that fall was bad, and could have cracked his skull. With carpet he probably would have hurt himself as well. Maybe a little carpet burn. But when he falls, that tile has no give. All that fall goes straight to his noggin. I HATE tile floors.
Hereâ€™s some pictures of the bruise taken today. Itâ€™s hard to see in these pictures, but it was much worse when it happened.
Caleb has heaps of bumps and bruises. He’s discovered this amazing ability to be able to walk one direction while turning his head and looking another direction. Of course, this leads to trouble. He’s run into so many walls and tables. And he likes to try to walk really fast. His knees and shins look like mommy beats him.
So, last week, Chris tells me his head hurts. Why? He closes my trunk SUV door on his head. What?! How did you do that? I’ve never heard of anybody closing a trunk door on their head. I laughed at him. I’ve had this SUV for 7 years, and I’ve NEVER closed the trunk door on my head. Caleb must have gotten his klutziness from his daddy.
Today, we went to the Ringling Bros. Barnum & Bailey circus in Anaheim. It was Chris’ and Caleb’s first time. Caleb had so much fun, but he didn’t nap long on the way to the circus. And, it lasted much longer than we expected. Caleb was ready for a long afternoon nap. So, we were hurrying at the end to get him home. We removed the stroller from the SUV trunk to make room for a quick diaper change. Chris goes to put Caleb in his car seat. I put the stroller back in the trunk and close the door. I had to lean in cuz the stroller was starting to fall out. Whack (really hard)! Whoa. That’s right. I hit myself. No, not just a little hit. I whacked my face hard. My vision went black for a couple of seconds, but not to worry… I didn’t pass out. I made it back to the passenger front seat. Tears were rolling down my face. It was like some uncontrolled reflex since I hit the bridge of my nose so hard. My forehead, nose, & eyes were throbbing. Chris tells me I’m bleeding across my nose and it’s getting swollen. Then, he says, “See, I’m not the only one who can hit my head.” It hurt my nose so bad to laugh. 6 hours later after lots of ice, it feels much better. Just a dull ache. The cut really isn’t bad at all. I wonder if I’ll get a bad bruise across my face. Poopers, we have a wedding next Sunday. And, we’re supposed to have Caleb’s 1 year old family pictures taken. Oh well. It’s pretty funny now. Watch out for those dangerous SUV trunk doors! I guess Caleb may get my klutziness too. Poor Caleb.