Is This Thing On?

Wow, I have finally arrived! Lisa has been wanting to do this for a long time, but my slow typing skills have been causing me to think that it wouldn’t be a very good idea. Yet, here I am, typing random thoughts and wondering what in the world I want to write about in my first post. Well, how about a nice story for starters.

So, as I’m sure most parents do, I will begin by sharing a story of one of my dear children (Adam). It begins on a Saturday as I am getting the kids ready for a trip in the morning. They have warm clothes, nice smelling teeth, full bellies, and joyful personalities. I think “Man, things are going pretty good so far,” and then it happens. CRASH! SCREAM!! I race five feet around the door between my room and Ben’s room to find Ben’s giant dresser lying face down on top of Adam with Ben hanging on the side. My mind races with the thoughts of searching for broken bones, lacerations, any sign of severe pain. Yet, I also begin to ponder “How in the WORLD did my two sons manage to pull this dresser down!” Scrambling to pick up the dresser, I then grab both screaming boys in my arms for some fast and intense praying as I scan both of their bodies. Ben seems to be unharmed, but Adam suffered a severe blow to the head. A goose bump to be technical for any aspiring doctors out there. (Aside: I have many stories I can share that mirror these events I now share with you). After 15 minutes of crying, he seemed to perk up for the rest of the day.

Flash forward to the next day. Adam and I are playing with some of his new toys before dinner. The goose bump is getting smaller and is probably the farthest thing from his mind. Well, we strike up a good game of ‘pass the football’ by using this tiny toy football. I throw it to him in the hallway and he zips it back to me in the toy room. We are quickly becoming masters at this impromptu game, and then it happens again. SLIP! SMACK!! silence, then SCREAM!!! Adam, in the midst of a very powerful toss, slips on the floor and lands sideways in the hall hitting his forehead on the corner of the baseboard. The silence seemed like an eternity (parents, you know what I’m talkin’ about). Then, he belts out a primal scream which was louder than the day before. Luckily, I had reinforcements that came quickly to his aid. I stood in utter shock thinking “What else is going to happen?” As I’m typing this, Lisa informs me that on this third day he managed to high-five the wall with, you guessed it, his head! Needless to say, Adam is now serving out the rest of his days in a bubble. Sorry man, society has become a menace to you!

Bubble Boy

About cashclan

Lisa is a grateful, born-again follower of Jesus Christ who has spent her adult life on the Gospel in several global contexts. She is the wife of one wonderful, jungle-gym of a man, who is to her the single most ravishing piece of flesh on planet earth (stolen good-heartedly from Christine Caine). She is a dedicated home educator to their four beautiful children, ages 6 to 12, whom she would be happy to gush over any time. She is an avid reader and a storyteller, an aspiring writer, a missionary to the nations and a singer of His praises, a loyal friend, an obsessive-compulsive Googler, and comedienne extraordinaire on her best days. She would also like to think that she is a loyal and loving, truth-telling friend.
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3 Responses to Is This Thing On?

  1. jc says:

    He has lost the primal urge to raise his hands in front of his head when falling. My son has lost his as well.

    (Maybe it’s all the sugar and preservatives in their food.)

  2. Grandpa $ says:

    Don’t fight genetics! One of Adam’s father’s (aka Keith’s) many, many trips to the emergency room, at about the same age as Adam is now, was due to his pulling over a heavy chair, the back edge of which whacked him between the eyes. And as Grandma $ just put it, “What goes around comes around!”

  3. Mimi says:

    My poor Adam Badam. I love him so. I’ll kiss his forehead in a few weeks. I’m coming to visit!

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