Jake has been pushing the limit lately with his Superman stunts. Drew caught him climbing a wall in our apartment complex a couple weeks ago. He was actually scaling it, more like Spiderman, but with a toy sword in one hand. The wall goes up about 15 FEET HIGH. He (proudly) made it to the top then climbed over a fence and, of course, never dropped the sword!!! (Until he was at the top, because then he wanted to see it fall that far). Luckily, I did not witness this incident, but of course Andrew explained to him why he could NEVER do that again.
On Friday afternoon, he pulled yet another stunt that about scared us to death. He was playing in his room when we heard a crash and him scream like we've never heard before. We ran in there to find him on the floor in his closet. He was screaming and crying so much that he couldn't talk to tell us what happened. On the floor next to him was a small suitcase, a sleeping bag and a blanket- all things that are usually on the top shelf of his closet (above the highest bar where his clothes hang), which is 8 feet high.
-Long story short, he had climbed up to that shelf to hide from us and see how long it would take us to find him, and he fell off HEAD FIRST. He was screaming because his head and left ear were hurting so bad and he couldn't move his left arm because his shoulder hurt. So we took him to the E.R. at Children's and we were there for six long hours. We called our parents and had them praying right away. At first, he was groggy and confused and we were really scared, but after a little while, he was responsive and acting more like himself. After the first couple hours he started moving his left arm a little. He had a scratch inside his ear canal, but no sign of major head trauma. He left with no broken bones or even any bruises we could see. He most likely had a mild concussion and I had to wake him up a couple times that night to make sure he was okay, which he was. We got home really late that night and, as expected, he fell asleep in the car. We thought he would probably sleep in really late the next morning..... he woke me up at 7:30am Saturday morning with a smile on his face and asked if he could lay with me. After a few minutes, he looked at me and said, "My head REALLY needs to watch some cartoons."
We are so thankful he wasn't seriously hurt, but we also know he is ALLL Boy and thats not the last time he'll put his Superman britches on.
