Caelum's Mishaps of the Day

So this morning, after loading the kids into the van all ready to go, for the second time this week, we were met with the typical clicks of a dead battery in our van. So out we went to play in the yard instead.

On the scene comes Caelum: he backs up against the tree and starts counting-- "One...two...three...four...five...six.......GO!"

He runs. He dives onto the swing on his tummy.

And he slides right over and ungracefully face-plants into the dirt. The crying...and the blood...commences.

After 30 minutes of consoling and blood-mopping and unsuccessfully trying to inspect his mouth for missing or loose teeth, Caelum starts to talk. Here are his delirious ramblings: "My mouth is hurt! My back hurts! I want my shoes on! I don't like race cars anymore! I need to learn my memory verse!"

For some unknown reason, I actually tried to engage him in a conversation about these things.

Me: Why don't you like race cars anymore?
C: Because I don't know! But I want my shirt clean! (It was very wet with blood and slobber.)

Me: Okay, I'll get you a clean shirt. Let's go to your room.
C (Not getting up.): But do you know my memory verse? That would be FUN!

At this point we commenced going over his memory over and over about 5 times: "We will obey the voice of the Lord." Until Caelum says he wants to do it himself. His version: "We obey the Lord! And then there's the sun and the moon!"

LATER in the day:

Caelum is crying again, in his room. I enter and ask what happened.

C: My microphone!

Okay, so I am searching for a microphone that has been snatched away by a thoughtless sibling or that has fallen to an unreachable place.

C: I'm bleeding again!

Sure enough. Blood all around the mouth for the second time in one day. Search for the missing microphone stops abrubtly. Again, I ask what happened.

Caelum stands with hands on hips and answers as if I should have known all along: Well! I was singing and dancing on my bed! And now I'm bleeding again!

Okay. I think it's nap time.