December 8, 2005
the black hole in my head
I went to dinner tonight with my friend Leslie, at an actual grown-up restaurant, where there was a wine list but NO children’s menu. It was the first time in the nearly four years we have known each other that we spent any time alone, without children or spouses or other adults. And yes, I still like her! And no, I did not have a drink, as I was driving. But Wade has gone to the beer store, so I will be drinking soon, rest assured.
When I came home, the boys were in bed but still awake, and Wade was assuring them that yes YES he was GETTING them some ICE water! He came in the kitchen and said, ‘Charlie fell out of bed, and somehow got his head wedged between the bed and the bookshelf. There was some screaming and crying, but he seems to be fine now.’
‘He hit his head on the bookshelf?’
‘No,’ Wade said patiently. ‘He got his head WEDGED between the side of the bookshelf and the side of the bed.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Seriously.’
‘So is he okay?’
‘Who can tell with our kids?’
I took Henry his sippy of water, and told him that I would be back to tuck him in, right after I checked in on Charlie. ‘What happened to him?’ Henry asked.
‘He fell out of bed and hit his head.’
‘Oh,’ Henry said. He thought. ‘How did he do THAT?’
‘I’ll let you know,’ I told him.
Charlie and Wade were sitting in Charlie’s bed, with the lights on; Charlie seemed to be fine. ‘Tell Mommy what happened,’ Wade prompted.
‘I fell out of bed!’ Charlie announced gleefully. ‘And Daddy was in Henry’s room!’
‘Was the bed rail down?’ I asked (not because I thought Wade was being neglectful, but because I seem to be incapable of remembering to put the rail up at bedtime lately).
‘Yep,’ Wade said. ‘I don’t know what he was doing, but his body was caught between the bed rail and the mattress and his head was stuck between the bed and the bookshelf. And he was screaming.’
‘How fun!’ I said.
‘Yes!’ Charlie agreed. ‘My HEAD was stuck! It was like I was in a BLACK HOLE!’ He looked at us for a moment, and then said, ‘I want to do it again!’
Where is my drink?
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December 8th, 2005 at 9:58 pm, Susie Says:
I had a lovely grown up dinner last night - Cheescake Factory and I had two cocktails. Both Cable Car Martinis.
Here you go.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:09 pm, The June Cleaver Diaries Says:
Ay YI!!!! He wants to do it again, huh?
Pouring a beer for you….
December 8th, 2005 at 10:35 pm, adria Says:
Thanks for the laugh, Charlie! I cannot stop laughing, my husband is giving me strange looks.
December 8th, 2005 at 11:53 pm, Chag Says:
“It was like I was in a BLACK HOLE!”
It’s amazing the way kids’ minds work.
December 9th, 2005 at 6:47 am, Dawn Says:
Susan - It is a Snow day. I am home. My husband is in Baton Rouge. Pray for me.
December 9th, 2005 at 6:48 am, Mary P. Says:
I love this kid! “A black hole” - and let’s do it AGAIN!!
heeheeheehee
(It’s either laugh, or throttle someone, or bash your head repeatedly with a brick. I generally go for the first!)
December 9th, 2005 at 7:14 am, Misfit Hausfrau Says:
What a little adventurer! He travelled to a black hole and wants to do it again! Gung Ho!
December 9th, 2005 at 7:54 am, Susan Says:
I should have clarified (just to scare you all more) that the spot where his head was wedged was just above where his lamp and humidifier plug into the wall. Which might explain the ‘black hole’ part, as he may very well have seen stars while he was stuck.
Ugh, these kids.
December 9th, 2005 at 8:49 am, Laura Says:
He does sound exactly like my youngest, S. For the longest time she would fall down and then pop back up yelling, “I’m ok! Nothing to see here!” I think she got that from her Dad…
December 9th, 2005 at 10:01 am, mabel Says:
I just found you!!! You are delightful and I just laughed ’til latte came out my nose. Very gross but really a huge compliment. I came over from Dadcentric and I will be back! Too funny and VERY familiar.
December 9th, 2005 at 10:33 am, Candace Says:
I had a grown-up time last night, too, and then I came home and everything was fine and then it wasn’t. MH’s little virus pals jumped through the computer at me. Not nice.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand: my first thought is that he’s so calm and funny about the whole thing because neither you nor Wade freaked out on him. Good parents! Good, good parents!
December 9th, 2005 at 11:55 am, MetroDad Says:
Too funny. Speaking as a former boy who would get his head stuck in between EVERYTHING, I emathize with Charlie. My kind of guy. And if my experience is any indication, this behavior will continue over the years. Does he also stick things up his nose? Put on towels as capes and try to jump off high places?
December 9th, 2005 at 1:13 pm, Susan Says:
Metro Dad, so far we have not had anything up the nose (although I realize that simply by WRITING THOSE WORDS I am tempting fate and will be fishing a raisin out of Charlie’s sinuses before the sun sets). We are, however, all about the capes, although we prefer the Martha Stewart pillowcases to towels. In a nice buttercup yellow. And yes, there has been discussion about how difficult it would be to scale our porch and jump off it.
And now you see why I drink.
December 9th, 2005 at 3:36 pm, Nothing But Bonfires Says:
I sincerely hope you did not ask for “steamed vegetables instead of pasta” at that restaurant, like it says you can do on the website. That would have been a travesty. I would have needed to have had a drink FOR you if you had.
December 9th, 2005 at 4:08 pm, MIM Says:
Are you sure Charlie’s not drinking? Because I’m pretty sure Tod-lar is . . .
December 9th, 2005 at 4:41 pm, Susan Says:
Holly, have no fear–I had the pasta (a delicious and SPICY SPICY mix of penne and grilled chicken and tomatoes and peppers and feta cheese in some sort of oily wine sauce–oh god it was delicious) AND Leslie asked for EXTRA BREAD STICKS because she’s cool that way.
It was magnificent . . .
December 9th, 2005 at 9:18 pm, Laura Says:
Just an FYI - the stylus from a Palm Pilot makes a handy removal tool for rocks up small children’s noses… this is personal experience talking here.
December 9th, 2005 at 10:43 pm, The June Cleaver Diaries Says:
Misfit–
Did you really get Hausfrau’s creeping crud? Me too. Somehow, I feel the three of us are all weirdly bonded now.
Thanks, Hausfrau, for the Hands Across America experience.
Happy puking to us all tonight.
December 9th, 2005 at 11:52 pm, Jenorama Says:
I can’t decide which is funnier– the post, or your commenters! Hilarious! And sorry to those of you who have had the flu.
December 10th, 2005 at 6:50 am, Susan Says:
Let’s get something clear here–if ANYONE in my house comes down with ANYTHING resembling stomach flu this weekend, I know a few bloggy friends who are going to be in a world of hurt. Keep your Interweb germs to yourselves, ladies.
Oh, and feel better! And Happy Christmas! (See, the Brishisms make it all better!)
December 10th, 2005 at 11:49 am, Tree Says:
I’m so glad I found your blog! Your two boys would get along very well with my oldest two (6 and 3). I had to chuckle at the “I want to do it again” part…boys are great, eh?
December 10th, 2005 at 6:01 pm, Mary P. Says:
You know, we could trade either Harry or Charlie for a certain of my boys, and I don’t think anyone would notice the difference…
December 10th, 2005 at 10:50 pm, kyra Says:
i love the black hole comment. so funny! he reminds me of fluffy!