SuperMom and the thrill seeker...

There are certain things that are inevitable as the mom of two little boys. Scrapes, bumps, bruises and other miscellaneous boo-boos are very high on that list. However, this does not keep me- as a mom- from trying to protect my lil guys.

Which is exactly what I was doing when I reprimanded Ethan for the sixth time. One-year-old curiousity had him climbing up and STANDING ON his little riding truck. You know, the kind of truck that is meant to be ridden or pushed by toddlers learning to walk and run... NOT STOOD ON by a baby who thinks he's a surfer dude hanging ten.

But, that's what the blood of my blood was doing. He would steady his little feet and stand straight up. As I surveyed the room, I saw the hardwood floor... the dresser drawer corner sticking out... the door facing... the toy chest with sharp corners... any number of things that could mean a trip to the freezer to retrieve boo-boo bear or worse, a call to the doc's office.

So, needless to say, I was attempting to make him STOP standing on this toy for his own safety and my sanity. But, my attempts were in vain, as throughout the day, he repeatedly would find and stand on this toy.

My husband was walking next to me as we turned the corner and saw him again standing on this truck. But, this time we must have startled him. He flipped off the toy and fell a good foot and a half to the floor... rolling flat onto his back as his head hit the hardwood.

I fought my first urge to run and scoop him up and soothe those bumps, as I said to my hubby with vindication "ha... that'll teach him... let him cry." After all, I tried and tried to get him to stop.

He laid there startled and motionless staring up at the ceiling for only a moment, before breaking into the biggest baby grin and SQUEAL. He clapped his hands and kicked his feet into the air jovially as he relished this moment. It was as if, in his baby way, he was saying "totally awesome rush, let's do it again."

And sadly, that's exactly what he did.