At the park, Austin loves playing on the jungle gym, climbing up and down the stairs, and going down the slide repeatedly for about an hour. He finally decided that he wanted to take a break from the jungle gym and go on the swing. So, of course I say sure, and off to the swinging land he goes.
Austin likes big a big boy, and swing in the big swing, and not in the kiddy swing. So instead of him throwing a temper tantrum while we’re at the park, I give in and say ok, you can go on the big swing. After pushing him for a while, I ask him if he is done. He signs more, and of course I should have know that. He loves to swing; he could swing for hours if I let him.
After I give him a few more pushes on the swing. I look at him for a brief moment, and he beings to sign all done. But, before I could get to him to stop the swing, he decided that he was going to be a “big boy” and get off the swing himself. Not a good idea, this is just an accident waiting to happen.
Sure enough, I am not fast enough on the draw, and Austin slides off the swing, and goes face first down on the ground. He skinned up his face, got a few scratches on his nose, and a bloody mouth. I must say, he scared me to pieces, but he was a trooper, and he screamed for all about 10 seconds.
After the screaming was done, I took a better look at it, and decided that I should take him home and play Dr. Mom and fix him up. He got mad and threw more of a temper tantrum when I said we had to leave. He didn’t want to leave; he wanted to keep playing even though he was injured. Who know he was such a tough cookie. So, we get in the house and I clean him up, wash his face, and put a few dabs of some antibiotic ointment on his scrapes, and he’s good as new.
So, the lesson I learned is to not let you 2 year old get his way on the swing, and if he does, at least be on the other side of the swing, so I can stop it. Oh well, accidents happen, and I am sure this is just the first of many more to come.
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