Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.

11.11.2005

Remember what mama said?

Well, apparently not.

I don't know how many times a day I tell Hot Rod to tie his shoes. I have tried cajoling, teasing, joking, bribing, yelling ... you name it, I've tried it. All to no avail. This child will not tie his shoes.

*sigh*

Maybe this'll learn 'im.


While working this morning, the phone rings and the caller ID shows the school's number.

Oh no, I said outloud.

I wasn't terribly shocked to get a call from the school nurse. My boys get severe growing pains and Hot Rod's legs have been bothering him enough to want to go see the nurse. So, I thought it can't hurt for her to check and make sure it doesn't look/sound like something more serious. So, I answer the phone and she tells me his legs are fine.

But ...

Uh-oh, I said, that doesn't sound good.

Hot Rod's here with me now. We had a little spill on on the playground. I got the bleeding to stop.

*thinking to myself, oh shit*

But, I think he may need stitches.

Ok, do I take him to the ER or to the pediatrician?

ER most likely, but you know, you might want to call the doctor and see if he can do it in his office.

Ok, I'm on my way.

Hang up phone and Army of Dad (who took off work today to get an MRI for a hand injury he suffered about three weeks ago, that is a whole OTHER story) looks at me like "WTF? Spill the beans woman!" SO I relay what she said as I'm calling the pediatrician to see if I can bring him there and avoid waiting in an ER all day. They say to come NOW.

So, I leave AoD and Stinkerbelle at the house, go retrieve Hot Rod, think better of doing it by myself and call AoD to be ready and go with us. We load up the family and head to the doctor.

As we're driving over, we're quizzing the kid about what he was doing to fall and not get his hands out in front of him to break the fall. Just running and fell, he tells us.

We check in at the doctor's office and head to the "well room" when AoD looks at me and says knowingly "I wonder how he fell?" as he gestures at not one, but two, completely untied sneakers.

The staff fit us in pretty quickly and the doctor sees him.

Typical pavement abrasion, he says. Little skids of skin ripped off in a line. The one cut is pretty deep, but if the doc stitches it, the scar will be even more pronounced. So, he tells us to use soap and water, keep it clean and bandaged and we're ok. He may have some skin divits from the scars that will make shaving a bitch when he gets older, though. Yippee.

So, $25 later and a GIANT peace of mind, and we're on our way for the day's events as planned with an extra kid in tow. Teacher said don't worry about bringing him back to school. Now, he is playing video games after getting pizza for lunch and ice cream for dessert.

So, are you going to work on keeping your shoes tied better now?
*in that exasperated 'you're interrupting my video game' voice - yeah sure*
Why am I not convinced?

7 Comments:

  • At 2:40 PM, November 11, 2005, Anonymous Lab Kat said…

    That kid was born simply to give you grey hair. LOL He such a BOY!

    BAG OF NINJAS!

     
  • At 3:35 PM, November 11, 2005, Blogger Gadfly said…

    Do you need me to come over and put steri-strips on that kid.

    If the cut is gaping open even a little bit -- he needs steri-strips.

    If he keeps getting wilder and wilder, you're going to have to open up a bag of ninjas on that kid ;-)

     
  • At 9:04 PM, November 11, 2005, Blogger Chris Hughes said…

    Go Hot Rod!

     
  • At 9:14 PM, November 11, 2005, Blogger North Dallas Thirty said…

    LOL....AoKM, I need to talk to your mom sometime and ask her just what you DID when you were a little girl.....after all, remember the parent karma thing.....

     
  • At 9:32 PM, November 11, 2005, Anonymous Army of Dad said…

    Another funny little twist to the story is that when AoM left Stinkerbelle thows one of her typical "I want Momma" fits when I tell her that Hot Rod is going to the doctor and will need some shots and if she goes with him she will need some shots too so I can call Momma and get her to take you with if you don't stop crying. She stops. Right then AoM calls me and tells me that I shoudl help her take Hot Rod to the doctor...great, now I have to convince Stinkerbelle she won't get any shots at the doctor!

    Oh and NDT, my mom cursed me with the old "when you get older I hope you have a kid just like you" thing. Worked too, though Hot Rod is very advanced for his age...I was 8 before I busted my head open!

     
  • At 5:07 PM, November 12, 2005, Blogger Uzz said…

    I am amazed Pickle has not been in more scrapes considering my intense history of cutting my head open (stitches), breaking countless bones in a vast array of ways, destroying my ankle by playing with the dog and the countless missteps in my desire to be Evil Knievel. Though I remember when Pickle needed stitches to close a horrid cut on his lip/face...I almost passed out with that one. Good to know Hot Rod is well!!!

     
  • At 7:48 PM, November 12, 2005, Blogger MrsDoF said…

    Middle son had to go the way of shoes that close with velcro strips until 3rd grade. Maybe (if they still make them) velcro would be the way to go now.
    Also, cotton shoelaces stay tied best, even in bowknots. As a former playground supervisor, I can tell some stories about shoe-tying woes. It seems the designers don't ask the opinion of folks who deal daily.
    I can't believe a doctor said to bring the child to the office! Is Texas on a different planet?!
    I'm really glad Hot Rod is doing fine. You might as well get used to these situations. The teen years are coming, and I'm sure the remark about future shaving needs didn't perk up the picture.
    And poor li'l Stinkerbelle. Going back and forth about shots and brotherly ouchies.
    I hope everybody got to take a nap later.

     

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