In case you were wondering, 3.5 year olds hate peroxide just as much (or more) than adults and if they've never experienced it before, it is especially cruel.
Connor is still sporting his black eye....that we still aren't 100% sure how he got. We think he caught a rock in the face, but he swears it was an accident (thrown by a neighbor boy that is 4.5) and he never came to the driveway to tell me about it. However, a spill on his bike today (which he can now ride completely independently....getting started on his own and everything (yesterday's frustrating accomplishment)) was quite the different story. He was headed out of a driveway when he heard his mom shout sternly, "Connor" and he knew he had to turn quickly and NOT head to the clubhouse by himself. However, he happened to hit a patch of sand and took a quick spill. I was 2 houses down. I walked calmly telling him to get up and shake it off the whole time. Didn't work. He was bleeding from his knee pretty bad, but he did manage to ride back to the O'keefe's house. However, the pain must have somehow gotten worse. For the next 15 minutes, it sounded like he was dying. During that time, I continued to threaten that he either had to stop crying and play or we were going home. (We did pour some water on it and ice it a bit before I went all hard core on him.)
He finally needed a drink and that was enough for him to be willing to go home. I also really needed to spare the rest of my neighbors from the wallowing and wailing. This was on top of the fact that he got up at 6:40 this morning....I was already up trying to get some work done, but I didn't get much done. So, he was super tired also. He came home and had a little juice and Mickey Mouse and ended up falling asleep in Brian's lap.
After a good nap, a burrito for dinner, seeing firetrucks, a haircut, sucker and a quick late night bike ride it was bath time. Imagine putting a cat into a bathtub....it was kinda like that. Once I finally got him in, I basically just bathed him as quickly as possible and we counted while scrubbing his knee. He agreed to that because I told him that if we didn't clean it it would get infected and his leg would fall off. He said he wanted it to heal and allowed me to clean it. Is that logic beyond reasonable parenting boundaries? I hope not, because that is the only way I was able to get peroxide on it too. Once out of the bath I poured the peroxide on some cotton pads. Perhaps that tactic was more for me. I know as a kid as soon as I saw that dark brown bottle, the pain set in immediately. So, I tried to avoid showing him the brown bottle.
Thankfully, I had some Neosporin+Pain Relief that seemed to help a bit and he FINALLY let me put a big bandaid on it. For some reason, our child could care less about bandaids and he would rather NOT have one. I just really don't want Neosporin all over his sheets.
So, to sum it up....it looks like we beat our kid. He has a black eye, bruises all over his right leg (from frequent falls learning to start his bike by himself), and now a pretty big gash on his knee (required the largest bandaid we have). Thank goodness he still has a beautiful smile on his face and he looks less ratty with a new haircut. :)
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