we go to the clifford cabin to unwind from the busy rush,
to watch lots of movies, play lots of games,
and drink mexican cocoa...
and this year, to enjoy the perfect amount of snow to play in.
a first for little b.
it even snowed a bit while we were there,
it was completely magical.
so the first morning we were there,
we woke up,
and boss was itching to get out there.
dad bundled him up in all his new wintery duds that we'll never need in san diego,
and grabbed the sled...
we all grabbed blankets and came out for the show.
b's the only grandkid you see,
so it's always a show...
yes, this story begins with a happy face...
dad took boss on a few rides down that small hill there,
and he loved it.
he even rode down with g-pa once.
on his last trip down,
his light body slipped right off,
and his face planted in the few-day-old crunchy snow,
with his dad on the sled about to roll right over him.
i ran to him from my filming post,
and found his face bloody,
and my heart sank.
i don't do well seeing my kid bleed.
let's start with that.
i ran him inside to assess the damage with shaking hands,
and he was pretty scraped up...
this was 2 days later, and he's still got the little scrapes all over his face
where the harsh ice cut skin....
i wish the awful day was over there...
but the haunted cabin had more for us...
within about an hour or two of the "snow fall",
while i was getting ready upstairs,
bossy was practicing going up and down the stairs.
i was just around the corner,
coaching him to sit and scoot,
because these stairs are not like he's used to.
and he's pretty used to stairs...
these are short, steep, the railing is too high,
and there are no rails along the way...
yes, to my horror, i heard the sound of his little body
tumbling down the stairs and i ran out in time to watch
his head hit the wall at the bottom.
again, i ran to him,
this time crying harder than he was.
we were a hot mess.
i should have been there,
i was there, but too far.
he could be broken, have a concussion....
i held him in my arms and sobbed with him
alone in our room for a few minutes.
i rocked him and held him tight with my heart racing.
"how could i let this happen?"
and right after another already traumatic experience.
he was instantly tired,
and asked for bed,
but i was too afraid to let him sleep right away.
we called a neighbor who is a nurse,
she came and looked at him.
turns out he was fine,
but she was nervous about his sleepiness too.
i mentioned that he had had a cold,
had been up since 4, with the hottest fever i've felt,
and already had the one incident earlier....
he fell asleep on my chest while she was still there,
something he almost never does.
the boys asked if i wanted a blessing.
they gave boss one,
and my sweet husband, seeing that i was still having a hard time calming down,
offered to give me one too.
i felt worlds better for both of us.
to help make up for the day of hell,
we clung tighter,
i woke up to hold him 3-5 times every night when he called for me,
we had more milk, cuddles, and book reading...
and lots and lots of playtime.
man, i love that kid.