When I was a baby anytime I was put in a walker (wheeled contraption to let a crawling age kid be more mobile, terrible idea) I would head straight for the stairs. Yeah they forgot to close the door on occasion. I turned out okay though.
My girl took a tumble down the basement stairs around 14 months. 15 wood stairs. Got a shiner and a other bruises. Was playing fine 20 minutes later. Went to her pediatrician a bit later. Her response, after 30+ years of practice, "Yeah they're made of rubber at that age aren't they."
Swmbo's fault btw...
Worst I've done is smash some fingers.
How did it happen that you smashed the kids fingers?
For all you guys who feel bad about kicking your children, my dad hit me in the face with a 12 pound sledge when I was about 8.
We were patching a tractor tire, had it laid down driving wedges in to pop the tire off the rim. I'm standing behind my dad on the tire daydreaming. Next thing I know, the old man is going down and I got a sledge hammer right between the eyes.
Turns out, he missed the wedge, hit the tire and the sledge bounced back. I came to with him yelling at me and my mom yelling at him. "Goddammit Danny you hit your son with a hammer!"
That was the third matching set of black eyes I got on his watch. I've turned out pretty well. I'm a scientist at a pretty esteemed university but I can't help but wonder what kind of power I might have had if not for all the early head trauma.
That's just environmentally friendly recycling. My dog is currently designated to doing that duty. He now loves having babies around.
My wife just (7/1!) gave birth to our second. A girl!
Damn, that's floccin scary. Our boy is 21 months, and I thought I was getting a pretty good handle on what I should do as a parent. Not anymore. Not at all.
One thing that gives me solace is that she has an older brother.
I can't wait to see what I'm going to do to screw this up. Thankfully there's this thread to document my failings!
How did it happen that you smashed the kids fingers?
Maybe he knocked some sense into you.
My sister is considerably older than I , and her daughter was born when I was three. My niece and I never got along well, and my sister often threatened to "knock your heads together"- an old saying, for you younguns.
OMG, she really DID knock our heads together at least once. Don't do that! Unless you've got two handfuls of bad guys' hair. It was awful.
Maybe he knocked some sense into you.
Against my better judgement, one more from when the same boy was about two. We had just moved into this rent house that had a five step stair off the back porch with no hand rail. I was in the back yard taking some meat off the smoker. The back door was supposed to be shut. I'm sure you see where this is going.
I turned around with a platter full of pork roast and watched powerlessly, almost in slow motion as my son fell headfirst off the top step. He landed on his face in the dirt then full on scorpioned. I thought his neck was broken. It had to be. I dropped the platter of meat and scooped him up. He was fine. Scratched his face and knocked the wind out of him.
We took him to the doctor anyway. I'll never forget that.
Edit. And I installed a hand rail the next day.
My little dude took a fall off the couch when he was wrestling with his sister.
He cried and cried and cried. I think more over the fact he lost to his sister than anything else.
So, my 2 year old spent the whole week with my parents at our lake cabin... and obviously, upon her arrival at our home I spanked her. She didn't care at first, so I turned it up a notch and hit her nose square on. I may have broken it.
TL;DR, you monster.
Not my kid, just saw this & thought it belonged here.
Not my kid, just saw this & thought it belonged here.
Not my kid, just saw this & thought it belonged here.
I'm thinking tin snips might be the way to go with that...
These little sprouts are tough, eh? I used to joke that "they're mostly cartilage at this point, so they bounce" just to make parents mad, but there seems to be a bit of truth to it.
I would ask him if he broke the table before he had a chance to start crying. I'd get all serious, like I was worried about the table being broken.
I do this with mine too.
Same here. Usually phrased as a declarative statement. "Dude, you cracked my driveway."
Works 60% of the time, every time.
I tried that once on something that was actually already broken (chair). And then he cried cause he was afraid he was in trouble for breaking the chair. Then the wife got on to me for getting on to him for breaking the chair.
Won't do THAT again.
Car doors used to be big for that.
Smashed fingers was always one of my major fears, so I always had my kids put their hands on the top of their head where I could see them before I shut the car door. 43 years, 4 kids and 7 grands later I still do that and (knock on wood) no smashed fingers yet,
Not my kid, just saw this & thought it belonged here.
Smashed fingers was always one of my major fears, so I always had my kids put their hands on the top of their head where I could see them before I shut the car door. 43 years, 4 kids and 7 grands later I still do that and (knock on wood) no smashed fingers yet,
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