This summer we have been taking advantage of the cool evenings to go outside as a family and run off just a little more energy before bedtime. This usually means Sam in a stroller or hiking backpack while Ben either rides his tricycle or walks. Sometimes both boys cruise in the double stroller. We walk, we ride, we climb rocks, we play Ben's version of golf/hockey, or we play frisbee. We always have a good time and the boys are always a little more ready for bed.
Last night I took the boys outside on my own as Brian had the chance to catch up with Marisa, a good friend from college, on the phone. Sam rode in the backpack as Ben rode his tricycle not once, but twice around the building. I know I was worn out at this point but Ben was ready for more. He decided frisbee was the game. He is still working on his throwing technique but can actually get the frisbee to me as long as I am not too far away. It is a little frightening when he runs full speed ahead ready to launch. After two tosses to Ben that he almost caught we were both feeling pretty confident...a little too confident. I tossed the frisbee right to his arms, it rose just a little and bonked him straight across the bridge of his nose. Poor peanut, he didn't know how to respond initially. His eyes widened, a giggle erupted, and then full blown tears and wails. What an awful mom! I scooped him up and carried him upstairs with Sam still chillin' in the backpack. Brian heard us coming before the door had even opened and quickly said goodbye to Marisa. Once I set Ben down and got Sam in the backpack off there was blood coming from Ben's right nostril. We wiped away the blood, sweat, and tears and convinced Ben that he did not need the Scooby Doo band-aids for a bloody nose. We have always told Ben when he gets bruises and scratches on his arms and legs that it means he plays hard. We will now add blood to the list.
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