{"id":6758,"date":"2012-03-26T10:18:44","date_gmt":"2012-03-26T15:18:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=6758"},"modified":"2012-03-26T10:18:44","modified_gmt":"2012-03-26T15:18:44","slug":"in-which-they-tax-the-resources-of-their-guardian-angels","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2012\/03\/26\/in-which-they-tax-the-resources-of-their-guardian-angels\/","title":{"rendered":"In which they tax the resources of their guardian angels"},"content":{"rendered":"

Y<\/span>ou know those moments when you realize that you passed a bit of a fork in the road, and you’re standing on the side of the fork that did not end in greater unpleasantness, and you catch your breath and say a silent prayer of gratitude to the forces of the universe that watch out over you?<\/p>\n

Yeah, me too. Four times in three days. Oy.<\/p>\n

One of the things I both like and dislike about our property is that we’re on a fairly pronounced hill. I like it because being near the top of the hill, water tends to rush past us rather than, say, pooling in our basement. I dislike it because other things also rush downhill, like out-of-control tricycles hurtling panicking preschoolers toward the road where it meets the end of the driveway at a huge blind spot. We drill Lucas to stay at the top of the driveway, away from the slope, but maybe the long winter erased our dire warnings. He and I both realized he was in trouble at the same time, and though I flung myself off the porch after him, I was way too late and sick with dread when I saw the two ways that his trajectory could end — either with him hurtling across the (thankfully empty) road or in the (rock lined) drainage ditch beside the driveway. It was the latter that swallowed up both Lucas and the trike, and by the time I got to him he was on his back having tipped over the edge, coming to rest with the trike on top of him. Completely unscathed. I think it took more than a day for my heart to resume it’s regular rhythm.<\/p>\n

I was making dinner on Friday when my heart stopped for the second time in as many days at the timbre of panic from the big boys’ voices as they called me. The swing portion of our huge wooden playstructure had somehow come loose as the boys swung as high as they could, completely wrenching itself free from the rest of the playstructure and crashing down — onto Lucas. Again, he was badly frightened but relatively unhurt with a bit of a lump on the crown of his head. The swings flung the big boys clear out of the way. And I had two dozen new grey hairs on the crown of my own head overnight.<\/p>\n

And then last night, Simon crashed to the ground after scaling a backyard tree to a rather lofty height of seven or eight feet and having a branch give way. He suffered an angry scratch to his leg but not even a tear to his pants, and served up an excellent cautionary tale to his brothers.<\/p>\n

Lucky for me, I wasn’t even on call when Tristan took a basketball to the face last week. His teachers had to clean the blood off his face and hands for that one.<\/p>\n

Is it too late to trade them in for a gaggle of girls? Surely the teen years with a girl can’t be any harder to stomach than three active, energetic boys on the loose?<\/p>\n

\"Brothers\"<\/a><\/p>\n

It’s a good thing they’re so damn cute. I’m calling for a return to winter, though, because this outdoor play is taking too much of a toll on us!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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