Parkour

Dear Caleb,

Here's an idea. Next time I put you in your crib and tell you night-night, how about you don't climb out and leap over the side? How about you snuggle up with your Sharkie and your blankie and get a good night's sleep, just like you have every night for the past 21 months?

Because when you leap out like you did Monday night, crazy things can happen. You could get rushed to the pediatrician and have your shoulder x-rayed. We could think everything's fine, pump you full of ibuprofen, and move on with life. Two days later, when you're still refusing to use your left arm for anything, we could rush to the orthopedist for more x-rays. He might tell us something crazy, like both bones in your arm are broken. They might put you in a bright blue cast up to your bicep. You might scream. A lot.

But hey, if you're not going to heed my advice, at least work on your timing. Because wondering whether or not I'll be in labor the day you're supposed to get your cast off in three weeks is stressing me out a little.

In the meantime, I'll help you come up with a good cover story so you'll have something to tell the other kids while they're autographing your cast. Maybe we'll tell them it was a skydiving accident. That's not so far off from the truth now, is it?

Sincerely,

Your mom

PS - Thanks for teaching me what being a mom of boys feels like.