Thursday, September 03, 2009

...and then I fell down in the sea

The spud is becoming very self-aware all of a sudden, telling us how he feels and what he's thinking and what he's been doing.

He's completely unashamed of his own transgressions and will relate them with the same relish he reserves for imaginary ice-creams. Last weekend we spent with friends including his best mate Einstein, whose Granny has a boyfriend with a big boat. We went to the marina for a gawp, the kids raided the biscuit tin and then they proceeded to run rampant around the jetty in their floatation devices pursued by panic-stricken parents shouting useless things like 'come back here now' and 'come back RIGHT NOW' and 'BE CAREFUL' and other useless background noise.

The frog got hold of our son who yanked himself away shouting 'NO Daddy, NO Daddy' and proceeded to trip and then plunge head-first into the deep water of the harbour. This, as you can imagine, was a pretty heart-stopping moment and even though he was caught by his life-vest and hauled out with only a damp fringe and one wet hand, I am having continual 'Spud drowning' dreams. Last night in my sleep he fell under the surface of the bath water. This is no fun, I can assure you.

Tonight however after announcing that he wants a pair of red roller skates like Einstein has, he then happily informed me that he'd had biscuits in the boat and then fallen in the sea. I asked him if he was scared and from his laugh I suspect he rather wants to try it out again.

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15 comments:

Nicola said...

Oh God how horrifying. I too am an expert in replaying traumatic dramas for WEEKS after a 'lucky escape' where the boys are concerned. I have sudden visual flashes where my imagination runs riot to Worst Case Scenario and then I just can't get the pictures out of my head. My instinct is to be several hundred weight of cotton wool, lock all the doors and wait this dangerous time of life out. Which I guess lasts until they are, what, 30 or so??

DJ Kirkby said...

Oh dear....I hate dreams like that and incidents like that. All to familiar with N3S who is lead by his ADHD or is it the other way round? Anyway that boy's antics have shaved years off my life.

Brit in Bosnia / Fraught Mummy said...

Your heart must have been in your mouth, I'm not surprised you've been having dreams about it ever since. Adam nearly had a nasty accident after an out of control sledging incident in Dec (again the father was the adult in charge) and I still dream about it now.

I'm with Nicola, I think we'll keep on having these moments until they are, well, middle aged and sensible!

Carol said...

I can only imagine how scary that must have been for you!!! When we were in Venice on our honeymoon a little lad fell into one of the canals...I was about to jump in after him when his Dad beat me to it!! I had nightmares about that for weeks and I didn't even know the child!!

C x

Potty Mummy said...

I still have flashbacks to a near-drowing incident Boy #1 had aged 3. Gives me the shivers thinking about it now. I keep hoping I'll forget it but - no.

Ju said...

Your boy seems so lovely. And grounded too for such a teeny age.

Gringa-n-Mexico said...

I've heard the expression "He's ALL boy." And I think it might apply to Spud. :P
Ok but the dreams would suck ass, that's not cool. How about getting him swimming lessons? That way if and when he takes a dive you'll know he'll be ok and you can go back to normal dreams like of when he's in college and. . . studying. :P

Elsie Button said...

bloody hell!

Shell said...

I wouldn't worry about him falling in... check this story out:

http://www.cbc.ca/canada/british-columbia/story/2009/09/02/bc-seal-attack-west-vaancouver.html

Maternal Tales said...

Oh crikey - you poor thing. Glad he was ok, but awful to have those dreams. I often dream one of the girls has fallen off a cliff or a high wall or something. It's hideous. I hope they stop soon x

Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings said...

When Jonathan started walking I began to have dreams of something horrible happening to him. The worst dream I had was that he was in the tub, with the water running. . . and it wasn't good. It was horrid and the image sticks with me. I can imagine how terrifying that must have been.

Maternal Tales said...

Award for you at mine ;-)) x

cactus petunia said...

Time for swim lessons!

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Iota said...

Aaaargh, the anxiety of being a mother of an adventurer.