Being Graceful is Overrated Anyway

It must be a rite of passage in the McLaughlin family that at some point our children MUST bang their heads so hard that they actually have an indent from whatever table, chair, stool, bed, floor, etc they hit that immediately swells to a goose egg. And there's a requirement...it HAS to be in the middle of the forehead--you know, a place that hair doesn't typically cover. It doesn't quite draw blood, but I'm sure it shakes that brain of theirs to either make them smarter and wiser or maybe lose a few brain cells? Jury is still out on that one...

Sometimes the war wound stays...forever, as in McKenzie's shiner - right smack in the middle of her otherwise beautiful forehead. I don't remember how she even got that one...probably as clumsy as her mom (aka ME) and ran into the corner of a wall or something when she was a toddler.

Brayden took a dive when he was not quite big enough to sit on his own. I decided to be the cute mom and got excited to take an Easter picture of my first baby...he was 7 months old and capable of sitting, well, sort of. I got him posed all cute on a chair, stepped away to snap the photo, and waalaa...wasn't as balanced as I thought...PLOP..head first onto the hard floor without anything to break his fall but yup, you guessed it, the middle of his noggin. Curt never forgave me for that one--GREAT Easter Pics we got that year. Luckily his wasn't as bad and went away. Now it's just comical and expected when it happens to the younger ones.

Mons spilled out of so many cars, off skateboards, playsets, tumbled down so many stairs over the years that I can't even remember where his war wounds are--I'm sure he takes the cake. In fact, if you feel the back of his head there's a bump so big you'd think it's part of his skull...nope, goose-egg that never went away.

Just the other day Mons pushed Lex (he says it was a 'hug' push..whatever that means!) and she fell smack dab into the edge of the coffee table. When she came up from the fall everyone in unison went "aaahhhhhhhh" because it was that bad. Total indent on the forehead and as we stared we could see the goose-egg form and turn colors. Pretty cool. Nothing a little motrin & DMSO can't help! Just a tidbit...growing up my gma & mom always had this handy dandy supplement called DMSO on hand. It's what is used on racing horses to help with their bruising and sore muscles...it's a little miracle thing you rub onto a bruise or a closed wound and it just heals faster and doesn't bruise as much.

And then two nights ago...Izzie decides she needed a stool for something so she began to pick up this stool that's as big as her (have I told you how strong all my girls are? they have their mommie's genes:). So she trips while carrying it and goes tumbling HARD onto the stool and yup, big 'ole shiner on the forehead! OUCH!

Luckily, we're still waiting for Vivie to declare herself!

Update: We're carryng that clutz theme over to arms, etc. Bray was playing hoops across the street yesterday...tripped over a skateboard, and landed on his wrist in the gutter. I just thought he was being a wuss when he ran home screaming and continued complaining ALL NIGHT! Curt took him to the ER thinking it could be a fracture with the throbbing pain he had still this morning. He sprained it...it's his right hand so no more violin, no writing that book report due Friday (he's boo-hooing about that one!) And no more baseball at recess & P.E.!