Not Again

Oh good Lord...I got sucked into a false sense of security. We are 4 days until I take Burf, Gigantor and the kiddo home to AZ. Burf hasn't hurt herself to badly in like 3 weeks. The kiddo either.

Sooooooooooo last night we head off to the pool for Burf and I to do water aerobics and Gigantor and the kiddo are going to swim as the kiddo is so proud of having to learned to swim this summer he wanted to swim with his daddy. We are about 5 minutes into our aerobics class and Burf says What the hell.

The two guys have disappeared into the lifeguards room with 3 life guards. So I'm looking thinking maybe they are getting a band-aid or something. Several minutes go by and they don't come out so I get outta the water and wander over there and the kiddo is standing holding a rag to his mouth just crying his eyes out while daddy is filling out some paper work.

Apparently Kiddo wanted to show daddy that he could go under water and touch the bottom and jet himself up and outta the water, a very neat trick by the way espically for a kid that wouldn't put his face all the way in the water at the beginning of summer.
While he was doing this he leaned a bit to much forward and KASLAM his mouth hits the pool ledge breaking his front tooth and bloodying his lip.
My poor little nephew. So today Burf and Gigantor instead of site seeing around Dallas have to go tour the inside of my dentist's office.

That makes 1 ambulance, 1 emergancy room, 4 doctors visits and a dentist visit that they have gotten to enjoy while visiting this summer. I'm thinking they may never come back.

Sigh...the poor kiddo was just doomed from birth, as his daddy isn't the most graceful neither is his family, Burf has 0 gracefullness as do I and nobody in our family is very graceful, so the poor kid was just doomed to a life of accidents, cuts, scrapes, bruises, broken teeth and bones.

Wonder what's gonna happen over the weekend
Shudder