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December 11, 2008

Ice skating

Right outside our garage, the driveway is a sheet of ice. It’s pretty impressive. Our front step is covered with ice, too, and I feel a little bit guilty about sending the dog out that way, and then giggling when she slips around.

When we got home from the shop tonight, I told the boys they ought to stick their boots on and go “skating” on the driveway. They thought it sounded like a GREAT idea, and headed right back out after depositing their backpacks. They talked about wishing they had ice skates, and one of them even asked if they could put their rollerblades on.

Um.  No.

I’m not entirely sure why I suggested it, since sliding around on the ice doesn’t actually sound like fun to me.  It’s something their Dad would do.  Does do.  I’m such a klutz, though, and have had bad luck with slipping and falling and throwing my back completely out of whack.  I don’t think I ever really learned the art of falling.

It was only about 5 minutes before they returned. Joe had this look of disgust on his face, so of course I had to ask what was wrong.

“Ice can be very dangerous,” he replied as he glowered at me.

There didn’t appear to be any broken bones, and he seemed to shake it off OK.

I try to be a good Mom and censor myself around the boys, choosing not to share things that might make them fearful or give them nightmares.  In this particular instance, I decided not to tell him about the time my sister broke her arm. She hadn’t even made it on to the ice to go skating when she slipped and fell. At least it wasn’t my fault that time. I freely admit that I helped break her other arm. (On a plastic kiddy pool of all things.)

Right before bed, Joe came in and wanted to know what caused hiccups. We talked about it for a minute (and Googled it to learn more) while he hiccuped.  One thing we learned is that most of the time, no matter what “remedy” you try,  your hiccups will go away if you ignore them.  He was concentrating so much on what I was reading to him that sure enough, his hiccups stopped.

I chose not to tell him that when I was a kid and got hiccups I would always worry that I’d be like the guy that had hiccups for 68 years, and htat mine would never stop, and that I’d have to hiccup forever.

Who am I kidding??  I STILL worry about that.

Even though I didn’t tell him that particular crazy, I wonder what other things I’ve done or said that will drive him into therapy someday.

I’m afraid he’ll have plenty to choose from.

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When I'm not editing, I'm spending time with my family, cuddling with my pets, knitting, quilting, or reading. I'm also a part-time secretary for my local school district.

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  1. Dave S. says

    December 11, 2008 at 12:41 AM

    A point of clarification: Deb didn’t even get the chance to stand up on her skates when she broke her arm at the iced over pond. She was sitting on a concrete block (I think it was the base of a light pole) when someone sat on her arm as she was putting on her skates, breaking it.

  2. Guzzisue says

    December 11, 2008 at 4:09 AM

    I made it to 5mins from the end of the skating session before breaking my arm-paying for now- no stitching for weeks!!

  3. Vicki W says

    December 11, 2008 at 7:34 AM

    My first concussion was on the sidewalk ice in front of my house – when I was about 7 or 8. If you don’t send your kids to therapy at some point in their lives then you weren’t a good Mom! That’s my theory anyway.

  4. Deb says

    December 11, 2008 at 7:22 PM

    I think Dave might be getting my summer and winter breaks mixed up. I was in my skates, standing on what I thought was snow, but there was ice underneath. I slipped and fell and broke my wrist. The summer break I was sitting on the plastic pool slide with Suzanne behind me and with my arm behind me she(you) pushed it against the side of the pool and it broke. At least that’s how I remember them both.

    Is it snowing on your blog or is it me?

  5. Dave S. says

    December 12, 2008 at 6:38 AM

    Darn, I was so sure I was right.

  6. Deb says

    December 12, 2008 at 11:03 AM

    Maybe you were thinking about when you were pushed off a rock and broke your arm?

  7. Patti says

    December 15, 2008 at 10:55 PM

    My sister would always make a really big deal about hiccups. They got worse and worse, until they really hurt her – or so she said. She always fussed so much that my mom or dad would tell her they’d give her a dollar if they went away in five minutes. She always earned the dollar.

    My sister certainly wasn’t behind the door when they passed out the brains – she had mom and dad trained well!

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