You might be asking yourself, "Where were you?" Believe it or not, I was sitting right in front of him when it happened. But that's when things usually happen to toddlers. Things rarely happen when your back is turned.
Normally, I can foresee something about to happen and prevent its inevitability; however, this morning I didn't really have my wits about me so although I did see it coming, I couldn't prevent it. I was only able to get out, "Micah, stop jumping on the..." and bam! it happened.
But did that stop my rambunctious, ever-resilient toddler...nope. Not at all! It actually took the second time for him to cry out in pain.
Micah has been awake since 3am this morning. Actually, it might have been a bit earlier. That's the time that I awoke to find him running around my bedroom. When I awoke, he was trying to open the bedroom door. Luckily for me, I've learned to close and lock my bedroom door so he can't get out. Otherwise, he would be running around the dark apartment, trying to figure out what to get into.
Finally, I fully awakened at about 5:30am when he climbed on and off the bed, smacking me in the face and asking for "nana". I ignored him for a minute. After a few minutes, I realized that the bedroom was too quiet. I looked up to find Micah gone.
Surprisingly, he was able to unlock and open my bedroom door and made his way into the kitchen to get his own breakfast. When I found him, he was in the kitchen and had one of the dining room chairs against the counter grabbing a banana off the counter. When he spotted me, he walked toward me with the banana, smiled, and said "nana!" Smh...this little boy!
I peeled the banana and gave him a piece to eat. He was in his glory. He ran around the kitchen and the living room saying "nana, nana, nana." He must've been so proud of himself.
Daddy told me that he does the same thing at his house; however, this was my first experience. I guess he was saying to himself that if I was going to ignore him, he would show me that he could do it himself.
That was just the beginning though...
He was in an unusually good mood. He ran around the entire apartment -- jumping on the bed and the sofa, turning on and off the TV, opening all of the kitchen cabinets, emptying my desk drawer of all of its contents.
At one point, he decided he was going to lick the sliding glass door. I quickly yelled, "Stop!" We had a stare down for about a minute. While he stares at me, he lays down on the floor. I thought it was over, but then he sticks out his tongue and proceeds to lick the glass. Then he stands up (tongue still on the glass) and licks the glass from the floor up to where he was licking before. Reminder: He's staring at me the entire time!
Well, he was just asking for a beating...so I obliged.
He actually busted his lip while jumping on the sofa. A few times he jumped on the sofa, but when I said "Stop!" he would jump off and go do something else. This time, he was too determined to keep doing what he wanted. Plus, I was talking to Grandma on the phone, so he must've thought the threat wasn't real.
Until he hit his chin on the back of the sofa...
He paused for a second (his mouth wide open, just like we all do when we bite our lip).
Did he stop? Nope...he wasn't even phased when the blood started to trickle down his lip and into his mouth.
He just continued jumping and laughing. I could see the blood in his mouth as he laughed, but he wasn't phased at all. I ran to grab some napkins and water, while yelling for him to sit down before he hits his chin again.
Bam! It happened again...
This time there was no mistaking it. He definitely busted his lip that time. The blood filled his mouth so quickly that I panicked. I instantly grabbed him and put him over the sink while I ran water in his mouth and examined the damage.
He busted both his top and bottom lip, along with little piece that connects your top lip from your gums. He cried for about 2 minutes straight...
He quickly recovered and sat down for a few minutes watching TV. But then he was right back to it again.
I guess the saying is correct and Micah had to learn it the hard way...