August 24, 2015
Owie

We decided that Matthew, Elizabeth and I should all bike to the park together (a huge milestone as Matthew is only just at the point where I could consider biking myself)


Brendan pumped up my tires and deposited my bike at the end of the driveway. I was helping Elizabeth get her bike past the van without scratching it. Matthew was impatiently zooming around. The kids have a game they call "bump" which is strictly forbidden. It consists of driving into things (usually other bikes or plasma cars) and yelling bump. Being bored and two, of course Matthew couldn't resist playing bump with my bike lying on the ground. Of course he fell off and impaled himself on my upturned pedals. So he's running down the driveway towards me, screaming loudly, blood welling from his chin at an alarming rate and after the first look all I can think of is how to keep him from bleeding all over my shirt. Elizabeth starts wailing as she (correctly) assesses that we are not going to leave for the park right then and there.


Matthew didn't exactly cooperate with the whole inspection and cleaning process at first, but we let him hold Kleenex to his chin and the bleeding seemed to slow down. I called my mom for first aid support and also in an attempt to distract my sad, sad boy although that didn't work as well as hoped since their video wasn't working and Matthew was outraged that he couldn't see anyone. Then Auntie Janice got home and helped me apply steri-strips to the chin, a task that would have been better suited to an octopus as he was not keen on the process.


"I guess we aren't biking to the park after all", I sighed. "What?" said Matthew, who had cheered up a lot after being given some consoling candy. "Why?" So we put on helmets and rounded up a sobbing Elizabeth who had apparently secretly thought Matthew was dying and was deeply traumatized by all the blood. "I can't play with Matthew anymore", wailed Elizabeth. "He looks like a zombie!" Biking to the park was less triumphant than I had hoped as Elizabeth cried all the way there and Matthew was not happy that I made him ride on the sidewalk, but didn't ride on the sidewalk myself. Sigh. Then I had to cuddle Elizabeth for a good ten minutes before she felt able to play.


Not the bike outing I had envisioned, but a bike outing nonetheless.



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