Cooper has had a rough week.
It might be because he has quite a large head and is rather top heavy. It might be because he has an older brother. It might be because he bleeds and bruises easily.
Maybe it's a combination of all three.
Last Thursday, in a burst of anger, Peter threw a wooden train at Cooper. Cooper has an awesome bruise and a small cut on his forehead. He was fine within ten minutes, but the mark remains. Bryan asked his mom if he and his brothers ever did anything like that (throwing the train, not bleeding from their heads). Her response was intensely comforting: "All the time."
Later that same day Cooper accidentally got his head mildly squished in the front door. Again, he was fine within minutes, but we did check for a concussion before he went to bed that night.
On Sunday when Bryan went to retrieve Cooper from nursery he had to watch from behind the mass of parents there to pick-up their own children as a little boy had his knee in Cooper's back and was shoving Cooper's head into the ground. Bryan broke through the pack and came to the rescue. I found out about it when a shocked Bryan exited the nursery room holding Cooper. Bryan looked at me and said, "I just scolded someone else's child."
On Monday we went to a fancy science themed park for Family Home Evening. It was all fun and games until Cooper tripped going down some stairs, which resulted in a bleeding lip and a smashed (although not broken) nose. Bryan stopped the bleeding (Bryan takes care of most of the injuries) and Cooper eagerly went back to play for another fifteen minutes.
Yesterday Cooper was climbing on some furniture while I was hurriedly making dinner. Peter saw him and, in an effort to keep him safe, pulled Cooper from the wooden chair. Cooper fell and bit both the inside of his cheek and the side of his tongue.
The bruises are piling up. I've been considering my options. I can either wrap him in blankets and pillows like the stay-puff marshmallow man, or I can remove all furniture from his room and insist that he only play with stuffed animals.
I don't think either of those are practical.
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I might add...the throwing was usually not out of anger...the boys just liked to throw. Paul has an awesome throwing arm: he's very accurate...he pitched from time to time in little league...oh I remember playing "catch" with him until we it would get so dark we couldn't see the ball and my hand would sting. Then there were all the wastebasket basketball games we played-we used rolled up socks too. We did have the occasional flying Furby that required a trip to the ER for stitches and the pillow fight fun that resulted in a fractured arm-but nothing intentional. If Peter likes to "throw" things have him practice hitting a mark (not Cooper) until her gets really accurate-maybe he'll be a pitcher or play short stop like his Uncle Paul! When Cooper gets older...suit him up with a mask and padding...teach him to catch...or at least duck...ha ha ha. Love those boys! Hope Cooper has a better week.
Talk about a string of unfortunate events. Instead of pillows and blankets, try wrapping him in bubble wrap. I bet his mobility would still be pretty decent then. ;)
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