In fact, just two weekends ago we finally had him in the ER for a concussion (ed. note..."finally" as in "can't believe he's four and this is the first time we've actually brought him to the ER). He fell, from a standing position, off the arm of the couch. Why was he standing on the arm of the couch? I don't know. Call me irresponsible, but I didn't actually see it. I'm not sure there would have been a good reason. Anyway, within minutes he felt nauseous, and there was really not much of a bump on his head-a bad sign, meaning it may be swelling on the inside instead. We were headed to town anyway that day, so I kept on eye on him, and he swung back and forth between his usual happy self and crying about his headache and saying he was going to throw up. So, to the ER for a CAT scan, which showed nothing major, and he's been fine since the day after. Just another example of why his Gramps calls him "Head Wound Harry."
You also may or may not know that Jacob has an incredible imagination. He's always pretending something, often including in the game his siblings or his stuffed animals or his imaginary friend Fitch (not the same friend as Andrew's Fitch, who has different color hair, in case you're wondering).
At this point, you're probably thinking that I haven't blogged in so long, I've forgotten how to connect a post title and the post content. Or that politics has spoiled my sense of humor. Or just plain forgotten that I titled this post "Friday Funny," and up to this point-which is very long way from the beginning-I haven't mentioned anything funny.
Well, here it is. All the rest was just context. With that much context needed, I maybe should have found another funny, but this just cracked us up, and this blog is more for our memory's sake than for your entertainment.
It was the end of the day, and Jacob and I were in his room getting him ready for bed. He was just leaning against his dresser when he fell over.
He sighed exasperatedly as he got back up, saying
"Mom, Fitch just keeps pushing me and pushing me and making me fall."
So it's not the mold. It's Fitch. Too bad the house is already sold.