I posted "A Week in the Life of Drew" a few hours too soon.
A couple weeks ago Brandon got a split-rail fence installed on each side of the house and we found a lock that we installed on the front door that was not too destructive to the molding or door. With these improvements, my life has become less hectic knowing Drew is contained. We figured we better purchase a couple kid attractions so there was some incentive for the kids to stay out of the street and want to be in the backyard. A trampoline was one of those said purchases.
Drew of course loves it. He only lasts so long by himself, but if Corbin - his admired older brother - is with him, he has a blast. Tonight, both boys were laughing, and having fun while they jumped as I prepared dinner. Strategically, the trampoline is right out the kitchen window and I can easily see them while I cook. But, in the minutes that I was not watching them, tragedy struck AGAIN!!!
I have heard things like accidents and death come in threes, so I'm hoping we have reached our quota. March 18, 09 - Drew falls off a 4' playset and lands on his head. March 27, 09 - Corbin runs Drew over with his Motorcycle. April 1, 09 - Drew jumps into Corbin's waiting arms to dismount the trampoline, knocks his bigger brother to the ground, and smashes his own face into the concrete. To Corbin's credit, he was standing on a chair trying to help. But Brandon and I imagine Drew jumped at Corbin like he does with us off of any ledge. Now Drew weighs 29 lbs. Corbin who is three years older, weighs 34 lbs. We give Drew another couple years before they are the same size.
Corbin came in the house crying because Drew landed on him and he knocked his head. When I went to get Drew, he was having a hard time standing as blood gushed from his nose and mouth. When he was still crying 20 minutes later, I knew it was bad. He's pretty tough and doesn't usually cry that long. Not even a bath was tempting to him. He wouldn't let me leave his side but wanted to lay down and started going to sleep. The bleeding had eased up, but the doctor recommended taking him to the ER.
Again, he's a pretty lucky kid. And cute too. Quite the fighter spirit even when he feels down. We couldn't be more blessed to have him in our family.







