Bike Crash

I wrote this in an email to Brian and all of Connor's grandparents, but thought I'd document it here as well...
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Connor and I were just on a bike ride and he was a bit of a dope.... :o) A very tough dope, but a dope nonetheless.

We were on our way back to our house from the clubhouse and he was checking out the construction of one of the houses. He noted that the sidewalk is almost all the way through. Well, he didn't notice that he was headed straight for a construction trailer. The back of it was open, making a bit of a "ramp" into the trailer itself. There was nothing I could do...it happened so fast. I'm pretty sure I'd successfully ditched my bike before he even stopped rolling.

Thankfully, he looked up in time to somehow maneuver to the side after he hit it and didn't go IN the trailer. However, when he hit the asphalt, he slid a ways. Miraculously, I think his bike took most of the road rash. Little buddy was so tough and didn't even cry immediately. I'd almost go as far to say that while he was still falling he shouted, "Am okay!" He did catch some road rash on the top of his hand and his left index finger specifically. He cried a little bit over that and I chose not to point out that his ankle was bleeding pretty badly from a significant scrape. Of course I just scooped him up (our bikes still in the middle of the road). I am so glad he had his helmet on....he is so good about ALWAYS wearing it. I didn't see any huge blood pools forming, so I knew we were in the clear because he was also standing and just holding his finger (not an arm or a wrist or anything that could potentially be broken).

Thank goodness he was able to ride his bike home because I would have had quite a time walking home with him and 2 bikes...

On our way, I told him how proud I was of how tough he was being. Through some muffled wimpers and a few tears he said, "No, am not tough because I am crying." I also told him I would "doctor" it when we got home. "No, we will just clean it. And don't cut it off like you wanted to do with my splinter." Oh lawd, the child doesn't forget anything!

We got home and I put him up on the kitchen sink to clean it with water and then anti-bacterial wash (it doesn't burn, thankfully). That is when he saw his ankle. Now he can't walk... :o)

Anyway, he is all patched up. He has a bandaid around his finger, one on his right ankle and one right above his right knee.

All in all, I am very very thankful. The visions that flashed in front of my eyes right before it happened were MUCH worse.

Connor-man is now cape-less and on the couch. He propped up his right foot on his own... I tried to get him to watch Dennis the Menace or Pus in Boots, but "those shows are not my favorites...they are too scary", so Special Agent Oso it is....with juice in hand.

—allison