Guest Post: The human jungle gym

Today we have a guest post from Writendad who writes a great blog called Filets to Fishsticks. After reading the post below head over there and read some more and make sure you click on Gallery to view the beautiful pictures he takes as well.

I pick Him up all the time. To carry Him without having to wait. To remove Him from an area. To tickle Him incessantly and then round it off with a raspberry from hell. That’s the real reason. To torment Him when the only defense He has is to flail about in the air and squeal with tortured delight. But the other morning I took a beating. It’s far from the first time He’s attempted to scale Me, but this was the first time I really felt it.

And when I say scale, I mean it. Like an awkward mountain goat on a piece of playground equipment. Everything is fair game if it will get Him to the top, and it all begins when He grabs My belt with His toes. As soon as those wicked little things find their niche, it’s over. Anything waist up from that point on becomes fair game. And I do mean anything. Hair, ears, cheeks, shirt collar. It’s slow torture. And this last time, when He decided that sticking a toe in My belly button could provide some extra umph, gave ‘torture’ some new depth.

I couldn’t decide whether My body wanted to pee, shut down, or collapse in pain. And He couldn’t decide where to step next. Well, I didn’t give Him that option. The adrenaline flowing at full speed to My belly button, in an attempt to keep Me from passing out, somehow enabled Me to peel Him and His vicious toes from My scarred body. It was over. He laughed and went about His play. I stood, beaten, mauled, and conquered.

Yet I have learned nothing.

Just today I picked Him up again, right after work. All 40 some pounds of six year old glory. I couldn’t help it, though. He may be six, but He’s as holdable today as He was 4 years ago. Plus, He spared Me this time around. I could see in His eyes that He was aware of His power, but He spared Me, and for that My belly button is grateful.

  5 comments for “Guest Post: The human jungle gym

  1. 06/10/2010 at 4:20 pm

    I have not taken a toe to the belly button yet but I can relate to being a human jungle gym. They come at you like spider monkeys and leave you in pain at some point in the climb.

  2. 06/10/2010 at 5:47 pm

    Yeah, injury is inevitable. You can’t help but pick them up, but there’s always a price to pay. And the toe in my belly button . . . that was bad
    writtendad┬┤s last blog post ..Interactive Eating

  3. 06/10/2010 at 5:48 pm

    Well said. Mine is only 4 so I enjoy laying down and letting them (my 2 year old gets in on the action as well) climb on me. I told my wife just today that when I go to ER with a cracked rib I guess they will have to stop. ­čÖé Pain, sometimes, fun, you bet!!
    Philip @ RAOP┬┤s last blog post ..So, Why Did I Do This Again?

  4. 06/10/2010 at 6:15 pm

    I haven’t had any major problems being a jungle gym but I was recently subjected to the full blow of a hefty three year old throwing himself ass first on my stomach while my eyes were closed. I’ve never been punched in the stomach but after that experience I definitely wouldn’t want to know what a punch feels like.

  5. 06/11/2010 at 11:11 pm

    My big guy weighs 75 pounds. I am starting to learn that I can’t absorb 75 pounds from every angle the way that I used to. Kid jumps on me sometimes and I feel it more strongly than I’d like to admit.
    Jack┬┤s last blog post ..School Went Too Quickly- I Didn’t Learn Enough

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