Aiden injured Daddy yesterday. We were playing around on the floor, having a good ole’ time wrestling around. Aiden grabbed his dinosaur (which, in his defense, is for ages 3+). He was shaking it and waving it around, making the “roar” sound, when he swung it and hit me in the face.
Right in the eyebrow. Lots of blood. An inch lower, and we’d be in the hospital for a missing eye.
I managed to quickly turn my grimace into a laugh, so Aiden didn’t get too confused.
Aiden playing “Director” with the camera. Taken July 6th, 2008.
Aiden running back and forth on a street in Boston. Taken July 4th, 2008.
We went to Huber’s Farm over the weekend to pick whatever happens to be in season. Turns out it’s black raspberries and blueberries. Aiden clearly loves them both.
I didn’t eat anything! I Promise!
He made a feast out of the black raspberries, and even figured out that you have to pick the dark ones. He liked the raspberries more than the blueberries, but he ate his fair share of those, too. We had to stop him a few times from eating what appeared to be perfectly good ones off the ground, but other than that, he did a great job of picking and eating.
Aiden LOVES ”Finding Nemo”. It plays practically on a loop all day, every day. And he likes the sharks. Every time he sees them, he points and makes a growling sound. Even when he sees them in his books.
He has a pretty good memory, too, because he knows when the scene with the sharks is coming up. He starts pointing and growling, even before the sharks show up on the TV.
And he has a shark shirt. He points to the logo on his chest and growls.
That makes for our third animal sound. Dogs go “woo woo” (supposed to be “woof woof”), cats go “awwww” (supposed to be meow), and now sharks growl. Next up, giraffes!
Aiden had an unlucky day on Monday.
First, he got tangled up in some kite string, and it gave him a very nasty cut/burn on the back of his ankles. He has an amazingly high tolerance for pain, so it doesn’t seem to bother him, but it bothers ME just looking at it. I really hope it doesn’t scar.
On a walk, he was running (Daddy was chasing him), and he fell forward on the sidewalk. He caught himself with his hands, but he was going so fast that he nearly flipped completely over, and bumped his forehead on the sidewalk. He has quite the scratch on his forehead on the left. It has scabbed over. I really hope it doesn’t scar.
Finally, we were outside playing around, and daddy was throwing a volleyball around, bouncing it off of the house. It bounced right into Aiden’s face, knocking his pacifier out. He didn’t cry much–I think it scared him more than it hurt. But I feel unbelievably guilty about that. At least THAT one won’t scar (him, physically–only me, emotionally.)
At least Tuesday was a much safer day.
Aiden makes sure his rock gets very clean from the water hose.