Accidents will happen....

....and some of them will involve me. A couple of Saturdays ago while Aaron was at dragon boat practice, Saul and I were played on the sidewalk out front after returning from Jim & Patty's. Neighbor Christine has a little push car for her daughter Sarah that has become the little kids' toy. Saul loves to push it and until a few Saturdays ago, he also liked to ride it. He would put his legs up and I would push him. And, he would propel himself Flinstones style. And then, the awful happened....

While I was pushing him full steam ahead, Saul decided it was his turn and dropped his feet. It was a slow motion moment of awfulness. It was as though he dropped anchor as his feet hit the ground and his upper half began moving up and over the handlebars before I could even come to a complete stop. "Grab him! Grab him!" my mind said. And, my body reacted. I reached for him and came up with a leg and diaper....after his face had already hit the ground. The only thing I can claim is that I kept his impact with the concrete short. But, it was not averted.

Instead, the picture below demonstrates the nose and lip damage. There was blood. Lots of blood. But, somehow, despites the pain and blood, after the silent scream and some fully justifiable screaming, Saul's first real post-injury word was, "Outside?" He wanted back at it.

For a few days after the fall, he didn't really want to play with the toy. Instead, he would walk up to it and fake cry. Today (two weeks post-trauma) he definitely was all about the toy and pushing it at old record speeds. Oh, for the child's ability to recover!