the wiener mom and her incredibly graceful middle wiener

Again. and Again. And yet again. How is it possible that one small body can get hurt this often. Middle wiener falls down more than anyone I have ever met.

Side note: He does not however hold the honor of clumsiest child on earth. Amy, you have dealt with WAY more than your share of head bumps/ falling downs/falling offs. Bless you woman.

Back to my wiener; If there is something lying on the floor; he will trip over it. If there is say a tent set up in the backyard; he will trip over the tent stake every single time he walks by. If there happens to be anything in the space that surrounds his head; he will bump his head on it. If there is a floor beneath his feet or ground beneath his feet; he will fall. It's gotten to the point now where my initial [internal] reaction to his shrieking cries of pain, is "Really? Again?"

The last two days have been particularily bad. Yesterday I raced up stairs after hearing an enormous thump/crash/screams to have my worst fears realized. His dresser had fallen over and hit him on the head

Side note: Yes, yes I know. We will be getting furniture/ wall braces immediately. As soon as Daddy Wiener gets paid on Thursday, because now we only have $4.81 in checking.

He had opened all the dresser drawers at the same time and it tipped the dresser over. He was not trying to climb it, nor standing in front of it. Had he been standing in front of it; you and I wouldn't be having this conversation now. He had a lump on his head and after all the recent head traumas turning deadly I called the pedeatrician's office where they gave me a list of things to look for and if seen -Transport immediately! So far he is fine.

This morning however, playing trains with Little Wiener, he dropped a heavy die-cast Thomas the Tank Engine type train on his bare toes. He was hysterical on and off for an hour. The toe was red and he wouldn't walk on it. Great... now I have to call the pediatrician's office again. That conversation will go real well; "The child whose dresser fell on him yesterday? Yeah, I think he has a broken toe now." Luckily I got a bandaid on that puppy and popped him a little Motrin and a dose of distraction and it's been forgotten.

So, tomorrow... there's still the bunk bed to fall off of, the swing to get hit in the head by, the bike to fall off of, the stairs to trip up and a plethora of walls to walk into. What a wonderful world.