Tuesday, June 16, 2009

trouble


You'll be happy to know that while I was not posting, William managed to survive falling out a window.
and crashing down some bleachers.
and diving into some thorny bushes.
and sliding into the oven handle.
and burning himself on a griddle.
and also several biting incidents.

so really, things have been pretty normal for him.

However, on Friday night he and Michael got in a fight in the front room. I was on the phone with my sister at the time, and trying to ask her about something, so when I heard William start screaming I just went in and scooped him up, holding him on my lap while I finished my call. After I hung up a moment later he was still wimpering so I wrapped him tighter, leaned against the couch and tucked his head under my chin.

and there was something wet in his hair.

I shifted back to look and realized he was covered in blood. It was trickling down the left side of his face, pooling in his collar. It was spattered all over my neck and shirt.

He had split his head.

And I know what you're wondering, you're wondering "How did this happen?"
but I don't really think the question is "How did this happen?" so much as "How has this not happened before?" because William is...William. I'm pretty sure I've talked about this before, but William is not satisfied unless he is actively defying someone, usually Chris or me or death.

sometimes all three.

it wasn't actually his fault, this time; Michael threw a block at his head. I'm not sure who was more surprised it actually connected. Michael's aim is improving.
In any event, I don't think it will happen again.
and the point is we're fine.

for now.

4 comments:

Laura said...

At first I was going to make a comment like "Did you ALMOST see him fall out the window, or did you see him ALMOST fall out the window?" and then I read about how William got hit with a block and decided that it wasn't a nice comment. So in light of your son's pain, I'm sorry for remembering silly things!!!

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Ashley said...

Oh. Poor Liz. I would say poor William, but I have one of my own whose name is "trouble" and so it is that I sympathize with you. I hope you recover.

Maggie B . said...

Yikes! I remember the screams but I had no idea it was because Michael had thrown a WOOD BLOCK at his HEAD. I'm so glad I can just be the fun aunt that can hand them off to mom for the tough stuff...

p.s. Nate LOVED the book. :)