Frog and snails and puppy dog tails...

...and ER trips? Is this part of having two boys? My MIL told me that she was once questioned by CPS at the hospital after multiple ER visits with her three accident-prone children, 2 of whom are boys, in a short span of time. We already had our first ER visit earlier this summer before the move, and I'm hoping I don't need to map out the fastest way to a KC hospital anytime soon. Tonight, though, we came close.

Last week I bought a used jogging stroller to replace one I was *persuaded* to give away before G was born. We didn't have room to store it back in VA, and I guess I didn't use it allllll that much. But I am convinced that this recent $35 splurge will get me out onto the jogging trail right next to T's school everyday.

So after today turned into a beautiful Fall afternoon, T and I took our first jog together up to the park and duck pond. It's pretty hard to run/push a 33 pound kid uphill (but a good workout!) and we were admittedly not going very fast but I guess my stealth was just too much for a wee 3 year old, and T was inspired. After we came home, I went in to make dinner leaving him on the porch to watch A do some yard work. While A walked around the side of the house to get something, T got into the stroller and tried to recreate our ride....DOWN THE FRONT STEPS, of which there are eight.

A said he turned around in just enough time to watch T make his descent. He made it down almost 4 steps before he flew out onto the concrete, onto his face. When A brought him in, the wounds looked a lot worse than they turned out to be (blood'll do that) but he was lucky he didn't break an arm, or worse.

While I cleaned the gravel and dirt from the scrapes on his nose (which took the brunt of the fall), forehead and out of his mouth, A asked him "What were you thinking?" He didn't answer - I think he was too traumatized - but I thought to myself how fun the idea of going down steps in a stroller must have sounded to a 3 year old. Like, seriously, totally fun! He just HAD to try it. And I don't blame him. But I realize how lucky we are that nothing worse happened, and it makes me nervous about what else will look fun to him and to G in the future. Especially when they put their minds together...