Knights Becoming and a Lady in Waiting

Tiggers Bounce Up, But They Don't Come Down

I love the story of Tigger when he bounces himself up high into a tree and then is too afraid to come down.  As someone who's afraid of heights (but still climbs mountains and rappels anyway), I can sympathize.

Today at a playtime after music lessons, one of the boys came running up to me and informed me that Prince Berryboy (1DS6) was stuck in a tree.  Visions of the truly terrible went through my head, including the requisite first visit to the emergency room for a broken arm/ leg/ head.  I jogged on over, ignoring protesting muscles, and peered up into the tree.  Slightly up.  My son was stuck just about a foot over the top of my head.  I could touch him.  Whew.  If he fell and broke something, there was a good chance of it not being fatal.

Conversationally, I asked how he was doing.  He informed me that he couldn't get down and I would have to come up and get him.  Ha!  I don't climb trees-- but I could probably jury-rig a jacket that he could jump down into (with less amusing results than those generated in the Tigger story). 

"How about you just put your foot on that branch, then that one, then that one, and come down yourself?"

He doubted me for a while (if I don't climb trees, who am I to tell him how to do it?), but several of the boys backed me up, so he finally took that first step.  Then the next, and the next.  And he was down.  Safely on the ground with no breaks, bruises, or even scrapes.

Later, one of the moms kindly informed me that she had retrieved my two younger sons from "over the ditch and halfway across the field".  (Did I mention these lessons are out in the countryside?)  I thanked her, reprimanded the boys, and went on chatting.  It wasn't long, however, before another mom came to inform me that Prince Dannyboy (3DS2) had locked himself in another woman's car.

We had been sitting in a van for a while chatting and Prince Dannyboy had been sitting in my lap.  He apparently thought that this green van was the same green van he had been sitting in before (it wasn't).  He made himself quite at home, sitting in the driver's seat and locking the door.

Fortunately, the mom was a good sport AND had her keys on her.  She lifted the giggling prince out of her car.  He promptly gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek, along with the most beatific smile.  Had she been stone, she'd still have had to smile back.  She wasn't... and she did.

My oldest is six.  My youngest (son) is two.  I think I just might survive all of them making it to manhood, but I don't need to do cardio when I exercise.  My heart gets enough of a workout as it is.

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8:16 PM, Mar. 31, 2006 .. Posted by eyecorn

Now that was a FULL day! I think somewhere between the tree and the locked in the van incident, I would have need some nitroglycerine! You take it all so calmly...the Lord blessed you with some wonderfully imaginative children.

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5:30 AM, Apr. 1, 2006 .. Posted by flapjacks

This reminds me of when my eldest fell out of a neighbour's tree! He was obviously shaken up, and knowing that the tree was on a narrow grass strip in the pavement outside their house, I was concerned and asked him about he fall. He told me he had landed on the grass (phew!)
Then as an afterthought he added "Except my head, which fell on the tarmac!"
I hasten to add he is now nearly fifteen and has outlived the tree :-)
Alice