My Son….the Daredevil

Let me introduce you to my son, the little daredevil.  Yes, I know I’ve introduced Little A on here before but I thought now would be the perfect time to let ya’ll know that no matter how many kids

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you have that were calm as a baby does NOT ensure that you will always have that. Little A, aka the daredevil, is our last child and let me tell you he is anything but calm. This little guy has given me so many white hairs and probably bald spots on my head that I just can’t see yet. Let me tell ya about him and then you tell me about your own little daredevil.

First, ’the daredevil’ was not born like his brother or sisters, instead he had to be induced. When he was born everything seemed to be perfectly fine, that is until we got him home. He was the quietest of all babies, I knew something was wrong though when I’d clap beside him or something would fall and he had no reaction. It was as if he didn’t hear anything. We took him to the doctor to which they told us he was probably ignoring us already and ran a few tests but couldn’t figure it out. A few weeks later he stopped breathing, it was scary. I ran his lifeless body up the stairs screaming for the hubby would had been sleeping after working two jobs. He ran down, grabbed him and all the guys (both sons and dad) flew out the door to ER. Once again no one knew what was wrong but he’d began breathing before they got through the ER doors.

He’s just the type that will keep you guessing and fearing all things. He  learned to climb, we had to put something in front of the stairs. One day he decided to actually RUN down the stairs, I had no clue he could even climb down them. He tries unlocking the glass door to go out on the balcony, this is a strong lock. He’s jumped from the couch, climbed the dining room chairs, climbed up my food cabinet and tried jumping off each one. Yes, this child will wait until he sees I’m about to run for him and then just fly back, jump off or whatever. My heart will jump 100 miles a minute and leave me in the shakes.

He’s fallen on his face, tripped and fell against his knees. Ya know I know people say boys will be boys but why torture mommy so much. Today, he was on a dining room chair, he’s trying to be like his big sisters who sit on them. He’d pulled it into the living room and was running around, sure enough he went to jump onto it. Not sure how he thought he’d jump from the ground on top of the chair, but he tried. He did not succeed, instead he fell face hitting just the right part and bit into a big chunk of his lip. Blood everywhere, a quick popsicle in the mouth and all was fine. In fact, he’s already tried doing it again. What is it with little daredevils?