The Nine Lives of Mckay (This title is better suited)

Over the years of parenthood, I would like to say that things have been blissful and uneventful, but I would be telling a pretty big lie. It all started with the birth of Mckay! I think he knew that there would be competition with his older brother, so he felt that he needed to make a slightly bigger impact on our lives. Who knew that he would take the more difficult route!
It started with him jumping off of anything higher than his head. I would catch him trying to climb up shaky coolers to get over the balcony fence so he could, of course, jump off. Luckily I caught him right before he got to the top. It seems that something bad happens the second I turn my attention on to anything but him. Like the time that I was trying to get ready for Kaden's soccer game and I heard a loud thud and came running in and, if his story was correct, he had just jumped off of the TOP of my piano and landed on something hard, aka, Kaden's rock collection! ( He also talks about their little wooden step stool. The details were a little confusing, he was three after all.)
This resulted in a left foot that was broken in three different places!
His next adventure was when I went to get him a bedtime drink and he started screaming. I turned around and found that he had just CUT OFF the tip of his finger in his bedroom door. That resulted in an emergency room visit for both he and I! I was so sick and pale when we got there that they made me lay down until I got some color back. It miraculously missed his bone and a half of an inch of his finger needed to be sewn back on.
Two months later we decided to go swimming with the cousins, at a popular place for some, and he was found on the bottom of the pool! He wanted to try to swim without his tube. He figured out pretty quickly that because of his density he sank straight to the bottom and couldn't get back up. Luckily his dad looked down right at that moment and pulled him out. This little incident landed him in a certain red and white helicopter destined for primary children's hospital. We're still paying for that one and it's been a year and a half! The big coincident is that when I was about 6 I tried the exact same thing in the exact same pool on the exact same spot! Lucky for me, right as I was about to black out, my Mom spotted me and pulled me out. Can anyone say "apple"!(It's a phrase commonly used in our family that when one of our kids behave like us, we refer to the saying, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.")

Then, just as we think things have been going good, we get surprised with another little tid-bit. Jason had been gone with Doug to Sturgis for 10 days and he had just got home, so we decided to go on one of our favorite family Harley rides. We didn't get 5 mile marker posts out of Mt. Pleasant when Mckay decided to see what would happen if he stuck his right foot on my spinning back tire! Let's just say the results were not pretty.
His foot got lodged between the frame of the bike and the hub of the tire. The metal brake hub started to cut through his shoe and foot by the time I had got stopped, and he got a few pretty serious friction burns. I was shocked when I went to dislodge his foot because it was completely turned upside-down and he was still upright. He didn't suffer any breaks or sprains or anything. Luckily,(that seems to be an ongoing theme for this little boy's life! Believe me, we have said our prayers of thanks!) I had listened to a prompting to take hold of his left leg. I feel that if I hadn't listened to the spirit that he would have been pulled off and dragged!I am so thankful for whatever angel was watching over him at that time. Maybe it was Lyndzee? You know, she was always looking out for him while on this earth.

So, for now, our little man is sitting on the couch, t.v. tray in front, remote in hand, toys around, with a little bike bell that rings excessively every time that he needs to talk, eat or pee. We are so lucky to have him here still that we are willing to be annoyed by the bell for a while. Love you Mugs! You are now officially in the plastic bubble! At least until you can walk again!

(There are more graphic pics while the dressings were being changed today in the very bottom post. You can choose to look or not to look, depending on what you can handle.)