It finally happened. I passed the Toddler Mom rite of passage known as The First Trip to the E.R. It happens for every mom eventually, right? For some reason I just figured we'd manage to avoid any broken limbs and we'd be golden. Wrong.
Last week we went with a dear friend and her family to Great Wolfe Lodge in Williamsburg, VA. If you've never been there, I really recommend it. The water slides range from "small child" all the way up to "big kid" (aka "my husband"). If you go during the week, it's a lot less crowded and a lot less expensive. And if the lovely people at Great Wolfe Lodge would like to sponsor a D.C. Metro Moms family weekend, I certainly wouldn't be opposed to that! Ahem.
The kids had a great time. My dear friend's sons, ages 4 and 2, had a great time with my sons, ages 4 and 2. Well, let's face it - they were a wild pack of boy. The hotel employees just may have been a bit excited to see our taillights as we drove away.
Thankfully, the incident happened on the last day. My husband was tracking down Big H to herd into the locker room and out of his wet suit. He saw Big H running across the pool deck and called out the 5000th warning of the week, "Hollis! STOP! WALK!" Hollis did stop. Very quickly. And then his chin met the pool deck with a nice skidding motion. To his credit, I think Big H was less concerned about the gaping hole in his chin than I was. He just wanted to get back in the water after the tears stopped. I was worried about the flaps of skin, large amount of blood and, of course, what would obviously be a scar marring my small boy's perfect little chin.
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