The other day I did something that looked a little like this:
Except, with a third trimester belly. And a skirt. And a toddler flying through the air.
Here’s the setup.
Ruby loves to ride on her 3 wheeled tricycle. She doesn’t actually push the pedals, but her legs are long enough that she can easily scoot herself along and she’s quite adept at steering.
My back yard is sloped, and at the bottom of the hill there is a huge gully that’s full of growth – bushes, briars, fallen trees, trash, you name it – everything ends up there. You can’t really see what’s down there or how deep the ravine is, so we generally just avoid that area. There are also several large trees along the line of the “cliff”.
So Ruby is happily pushing herself along and feeling like a big girl. I have my hand on the back of her dress, gripping it just in case she starts picking up too much speed – which, at some point is exactly what happened. Still holding on to her dress, I break out into a RUN.
Images flashed in my mind of her crashing into a tree or landing in the gully – since I can’t exactly see what’s down there due to all the brush, I didn’t know if something would stop her or she would fall – or how far.
Before I knew it, I saw myself grab her off the trike. She was in the air then somehow on top of me – meantime I felt something hard hit me right around the rib cage and then I fell, hard on my butt/hip – hard enough to knock the wind out of me. I sat there clinging to her, stunned and unable to breathe for a moment.
She cried for about 5 seconds, mostly protesting the end of her fun. I inspected her and didn’t see any scratches or bruises. But me? My knees were skinned and bloodied at this point and a bruise was growing on my right hip and left arm. I’ve felt sore and stiff ever since.
I asked hubby to please hide that tricycle until we move, which is sooner rather than later. Largely due to the fact that our yard is a death trap for toddlers.
So what’s new and exciting with you?