E. just saw one of these and said “Ohhhh…Mommy! Can I get one of those for my birthday?? I promise to be good!” (This has been her mantra the past 2 weeks as her birthday rapidly approaches).
Trampoline with Handles
I just can’t decide. Good idea? Let them jump on something other than my sofa and get their sillies all out. Or Bad idea? They are gonna bounce right off and crack their heads wide open.
What do you think?
Really, you would think I was performing a hand amputation in our bathroom with no anesthesia this afternoon from the sounds of Em’s screams. I am talking blood-curdling, “help me I am being murdered”, screams that I am positive Daddy could hear sitting in the terminal at LAX (a good 15 miles away!).
What was the problem, you ask? A splinter. Not even a deep, you-have-to-dig-for-it splinter. It was a pretty good chunk of wood, but it was sticking out pretty far, so all I had to do was pluck it out. Easier said than done. I am literally holding Emma down so I can just get it out. She is screaming. Addie is standing next to me, thinking I am hurting Emma and she is screaming…it was quite the scene. When I finally got it out and got everyone settled down – Addie down for a nap, Emma on the couch with some cold water, we have this little exchange…
E: Mama. Aren’t you going to say “sorry?”
M: Um….for what, honey?
E: For hurting me!
M: I was just trying to get the splinter out so it wouldn’t get infected, Em. I didn’t make it hurt!
E: But it really hurt me.
M: Well, I’m sorry you GOT hurt – but I’d never hurt you on purpose, honey.
E: Okay. It’s ok. I’m sorry for making you hurt me, too.
I love that she realizes the importance of saying sorry when you hurt someone, but it broke my heart that she thought I somehow hurt her. If only she knew….