It's All Fun And Games Until...
Well, the good news is, no one actually put out an eye. And I have arnica gel and tylenol on hand.
The not so good news? The hubs came home and decided to humor my kids with a round of wrestling. I hate it. Hate.
Oh sure, it's funny for the first minute. Hah! Look at the kids leaping on Daddy's back and trying to hold on while he bucks them off. So funny. So, OH MY GOD STOP IT RIGHT NOW.
I like to think I'm a relaxed parent, not hysterical about physical sports, but the only given to wrestling with Daddy is someone is going to end up crying, and I'm going to end up holding an icepack on someone's head.
I stood by and watched for the first few rounds. My oldest had been bucked off and my son was snarling and pretending to be a raptor on the hunt. With the youngest trapped underneath my crouched husband, my son made his move. He reached out with his 'claw' and gave my husband a healthy goose on the butt.
My husband shot forward with a very girlie sounding "Woo!" and I watched enthralled as my son gave his big sister a high-five and cleared the ring so she could make her moves. Another goose to the rear! Excellent humor. I stood in the doorway choking back my snorts of laughter and not-so-silently squealing "woo!" while covering my butt with a hand, eyes wide in mock-shock.
As I turned to go into the kitchen for a glass of water, things turned ugly. There was a battle cry from the kids, a couple of 'oofs!' from the hubs, and then a giant thud. Silence. And then my son started howling. The hubs rounded the wall into the kitchen with my son, muttering something about an ice pack.
Apparently one of the evasive maneuvers resulted in my son's cheek colliding with the base of the vacuum. There was a semicircular welt on his cheek.
"Gah! Ice. Arnica. Tylenol. Now." I sprang into action, and within two minutes had my son parked on the couch with all the goods. As I turned to put the tylenol jar away, my son pinched me on the butt. "Woo!" I said.
I'm hoping to ward off a big old bruise, so that our Easter/Disney photos don't feature my son, Bruiser.
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Comments
My dad used to only wrestle with us in the pool... his theory being there were fewer things to smash us against (and that he had a bad back and couldn't physically fling us as well on land). Did it ever occur to him that while there may be fewer objects to smash against there was ALL THAT WATER to drown in?
OMG AM I MY MOTHER?
I'm not ready to have my kids that age. Not ready. Please let them ease into childhood gently.
Posted by: Elaine | March 22, 2005 8:23 PM
Have you been at my house?! Sounds almost exactly like what happens here. Except, I give up, what is arnica gel? Never heard of it, but it sounds like something we definately need in our home.
Posted by: buffi | March 22, 2005 10:24 PM
Of course, if there is a bruise for the photos, you will always look at those pics and say "remember when..." and laugh. Trust me, it happens.
Posted by: just me | March 23, 2005 4:36 AM
Pinched you on the butt? Is this the same guy perched on top of the water fountain? Wild man!
Y'all need helmets over there. You need some sort of butt body armor, Jenny.
Posted by: GraceD | March 23, 2005 8:33 AM
I'm with you. Ixnay on the Smackdown. The last time my dad was here, he almost broke my son in half with some stupid, ill-timed wrestling move. I have never been so scared in my life.
My husband knows better than to tangle with our little darling. The poor man takes a swift kick to the goolies almost every time. We probably couldn't have any more children now if we wanted to.
Posted by: notdonnareed | March 23, 2005 8:06 PM
My son is just over 16 months and we're heading down this road; I am guilty of tossing him all over the place, because he loves it, and I love it too, until the times when I bonk his little head on something and feel like Child Services is on the way. *sigh*
Thanks for the arnica reminder; time to pick some up next time I'm at the store.
Posted by: Anna | March 23, 2005 9:17 PM
It's that always the case though? They fall and scrape their face before pictures, they put a hole in the knee of their new pants before church, they break their arm before going to the beach on vacation... Oye!! Good luck with the bruising..make up works well ;0)
Posted by: J&J's Mom | March 24, 2005 6:08 AM
I feel you pain! And it doesn’t get any better when your kids get older! Believe me. My kids are 15 (Mike) and 17 (Kate) and they still wrestle with their dad, my biggest child at 38! I must admit, however, that I am also in the thick of it! There are big bragging rights to the one who comes out on top of the heap! And as long as I am admitting things, I probably must come clean and say that I will cheat if necessary to be the Ultimate Victor! (i.e. pull hair, tug on earlobes, give wedgies, …) We started wrestling with the kids when they were too small to defend themselves and have never stopped. It is great fun. Don’t worry. After a while they learn how to take a fall!
Posted by: The Staff Sergeant's Wife | March 24, 2005 9:04 AM
Ugh, we have that here, too. But my 4 1/2 year old son thinks he's a superhero or a martial arts expert and starts jumping off the furniture and kicking things...and my husband makes it worse by encouraging it, then by yelling at him to stop. Huh?
Posted by: InsanePreschoolMom | March 24, 2005 9:20 AM
I'm the bitchiest mom alive because I forbid that kind of "playing".
"You could break your neck and end up in a wheelchair" is what I scream when they start that.
Posted by: Y | March 24, 2005 2:49 PM