The Irony....

As I was looking through photos and videos on Thad's phone, I felt slapped in the face by a little thing called irony.  Let me explain...  there seems to be a phenomenon in our family where Thad (the cool, hip, rad dad) lets our children do things that, well, I never would.  I, on the other hand, am the play-it-safe kind of mommy.  Of course, we still have fun - I just don't want to factor in a trip to the emergency room as part of our fun.  Well as it turns out, the kids only seem to get hurt on my watch! When Thad watches them, they come away scott free of any bumps, bruises, or scratches.  How this is possible, I will never know.... observe as I share some of the anitcs Thad has managed to escape what would appear to be inevitable injury: *(You may have to be patient uploading the videos - in case you're pressed for time, there are captions underneath! I think they are worth the wait, though)*

"The Near Miss"

(Ben catches a basketball, drop kicks it, and it zooms passed Gigi - missing her by mere inches!)

"The Bed Flip"

(Ben is attempting front flips on his bed, but not always completing the rotation...)

"The 2 Year Old Skateboarder"

(Ben doing jumps & spinning on the top of the skateboard)

These gems were added by Thad after he read the original post:

"Wakeboarder in Training"

(Thad is lifting Ben up into the air, foot on foot, by holding on to a ski rope)

"Wakeboarder in Training Part II"

(Thad is pulling Ben around the living room as he practices handle passing & surface 360s)

And here are a couple of pictures for your entertainment... let your imaginations be your guide:

So here is the ironic part... just in the past two weeks, poor Benjamin has suffered a couple of shall we say 'mishaps.'  Thad was out of town on business, and I was home with the first aid kit getting plenty of good use:

Our "trip" to get the mail... poor guy tripped over his own feet and landed face first in the street.

This was complete with a bloody nose, mind you! At least he was smiling for the pic...

This grape tomato over his eye was from a sock-slip on the kitchen floor.  

Again, his face took the brunt of the fall

(notice his nose was still scaped up from last weekend's fall)

Here it is the next day... green, yellow, purple, blue, red, and even a bruised cheek!

So there you have it.  Do you see the irony?  Sigh.  Maybe it's because God knows mommies are better at treating boo-boos and ouchies than their daddy counterparts ;) haha I'll just keep telling myself that anyway.

In the meantime, stay safe and free of needing the first aid kit! ;)