Let me take you back to the one of the first times I ever watched my first daughter Eowyn by myself. This wasn’t the first time I had ever had her without my wife, but it was the first time since she had been walking and mobile. She was just over a year old.
That was a big day for me. Mom is gone, it’s just dad and his daughter, this is going to be awesome.
About 20 minutes into the night as Eowyn was running as fast as she could away from daddy because I was chasing her. She lost her balance, did that hilarious run sideways thing as your falling and slammed her eye right into the corner of the piano bench. BAM!!! First black eye. (btw… The sideways run is hilarious not the slamming of the eye. You try both and see which is funny.)
Fast forward about 6 months and I decided to take Eowyn to a Father/Daughter banquet at our church.
Just dad and his daughter, this is going to be awesome.
Mom has the night off and decides to go a movie with some friends. Eowyn, now a year and a half, is running through the doorway by herself at the same time one of the servers is coming through the other way. The servers knee connected with my daughters face, launching her back about 3 feet and her head hits the ground. I quickly grab her to console her and she starts puking everywhere.
By this point I am freaking out. To make a long story short… we took her to the hospital and she had a minor concussion. Mom had to leave the movie early.
Fast forward to last night. My wife left and it was just dad and his daughters, this is going to be awesome.
I take all three girls outside to swing. We have three swings on our swing set, 2 regular swings for the older girls and one kiddy swing for Andi. I was standing in front of them all spastically pushing them by their knees. I was trying to push each one of them every time they swung forward… it was not easy.
The girls were loving it. Each one of them was laughing hysterically having an absolute blast. Every once in a while when Eowyn or Hayley would swing forward I would softly kick them in the bottom as part of my push spasms (that phrase ‘push spasms’ makes it sound like I’m giving birth… I wasn’t giving birth, just pushing kids on a swing.).
As Eowyn swung forward I tried to kick her in the butt and she put her feet down to block me and I kicked her in the toes. Now typically this wouldn’t be such a big deal as it was quite a soft kick, except that a few days earlier Eowyn had dropped a Mag-Lite Flashlight on her toes, which killed two of the toenails, one being on the toe I just kicked. Here is what happened to the toenail. Warning: It’s Gross.
After a bit of crying I asked Eowyn, “Does it hurt?”
She said with a wimper in her voice…
“N N No, it doesn’t hurt. I’m just sad cause I don’t want it to come off.”
She wanted to call mommy and tell her what had happened, and as we were on the phone with mom I heard a scream coming from Hayley (child 2). And guess what?…
Our stupid chicken pecked Hayley right underneath the eye. Our chicken is normally really nice and the girls can pick her up. Hayley was trying to put the chicken back in her coop and the dumb thing pecked her. Close call too.
I’ve never been so close to eating a family pet before in my life.
After Hayley calmed down a little she looked at me and said this about the chicken…
“Dad, I want you to make her dead.”
I’m not sure what it is about just dad and the girls, but for some reason they still love it… injuries and all.
Looking forward to more memories with bumps and bruises.