Circumcision, part 2

I'm not even sure how to begin this story. What is going on in this picture, you may ask. To answer that I'll have to go back to this morning and start there....

We are headed out the door to run some errands, and as I always do, I said, "Both of you please go use the potty and get your shoes on." And off I went to use the potty myself. If you think this is too much information, just you wait...

As I finish, I hear blood curdling screaming, and Matthew rounds the corner, no pants or underwear on, hands between his legs, screaming, "My penis! Go potty! Boo-boo! My penis!" Matthew has done a fantastic job with potty training. He has not had an accident in several months now, is dry through his naps, and even has had a few dry nights here and there. The one thing he needs work on is getting his underwear and pants back on after he takes himself. I am trying to convince him that it is not necessary to get mostly naked every time he goes potty, but so far no luck. I can not tell you how many times a day I say, "Matthew, put your pants on!"

So back to our story...

To complete the scene, I need to tell you about a piece of furniture that Tony built, me, per my request. I had wanted a hall tree with a bench that had a lid that lifted up to put shoes in. And he did it! It's great, we all keep our coats hung up and our shoes tucked away. Now, it's heavy. I mean HEAVY. It's made out of MDF board and probably weighs 300 pounds. We knew that the lid could be precarious with little kids, so Tony installed tension hinges that prevent it from slamming shut. Here's a picture of said hall tree...


OK, so i was in the bathroom, so I can only guess at what happened. Here's what I think went down...Matthew went potty, lost his pants in the process, ran to the hall tree to get his shoes at the same time his sister did, there was a scuffle, the lid got slammed down....on his you-know-what. Yes, his penis. SON OF A *#$^%$$#!!!!!!!


.....THIS....IS....SERWIOUS......


He's screaming....it's purple, red, scraped, bruised, swollen. We call the doctor. The nurse on the phone says, "he got his penis stuck in what????". (I am laughing now, recalling this scene, but it was tense around here for a little while this morning) In we go to the office where they look at it, give us some cream and motrin, and tell us it's going to hurt for a while. Ummm, yeah. Go home and ice it, they say. Which brings me back to the above photo. He got frozen peas on his lap. He stayed there for an hour and half, every once in a while whimpering, "boo-boo on my penis, Mommy".

I am happy to say that only hours later he is up and at 'em. Running around, back to being more dangerous than I would like. He's going to have some nasty bruises for a while.

Tony wanted me to make some jokes about how Matthew's already learned "not to stick his penis...." well, I think you know the rest.

Sigh...what a day.....