Gabe Should Consider a New Workout Routine

He's fine. Bruised and sore leg, but he's bearing weight OK.





Males respond so differently to traumatic situations than females do. Here's what happened today at our house, following Gabe's adventures at the Y with his school mates.

Mom and Savannah were just relieved that Gabe is OK, and both chuckled at the vision of people scurrying out of the building due to Gabe's Gym Faux Pas.

Synopsis delivered to Bucky and Preston:
Gabe fell at the Y today. Down the stairs. He pulled the fire alarm and the building had to be evacuated.

Bucky's response: "Alright, GABE!!" - round of raucous laughter

Preston's response: "Gabe set off the fire alarm??!?? Alright, GABE!!" - second wave of laughter

Dad saw the bruise when he came home from work. He asked me what happened. I told him.
Dad's response: "Alright, GABE!!" - 3rd round on the house

Imagine the testosterone if these three blokes would have actually been involved!!

Cancelled Enroute

It's the number I MOST do not want to see on my Caller ID between the hours of 8am and 2pm Monday through Friday...

"Deanna, it's the school. Gabe...(insert current catastrophe here)..."

(ok, Deanna - it's the school, not the hospital. And close your mouth, your heart's escaping.)

Today the entertainment was Gabe and his aide taking a tumble down the stairs at the Y. Why? (ha!) Well, because Gabe and his aide were working on stair-climbing skills, and the genius who placed the fire alarm near the stairway wasn't aware that someday little Gabe would decide he needed to use that fire alarm for support. Down goes the handle. Up goes the noise level. Up goes Gabe's startle reflexes. Down goes Gabe and the aide.

He'll be home shortly, and I'll have to examine him thoroughly. The report was "No lacerations, but he is bruised on his shin, and he's favoring his leg. He doesn't want ice on it. It's hurting him, though. I don't imagine anything is broken. Fire trucks didn't come."

Apparently, the entire building evacuated. Not knowing the story, the rest of the school staff members were wondering, "Hmmm. Did one of our kids do that?"

Yes, thank you. That would be the Juvenile Delinquent Gabe.

Hey, Mr. Fire Inspector:
Just a thought - maybe you should meet Gabe - Stretch Armstrong ain't got nuttin' on him!! Gauge where you THINK he can't reach, then move it 10 paces to the right. It might be out of reach then.

Does Not Compute

I think my computer finally died. I think we can blame it on the lightening storm yesterday. I think I'm not horribly disappointed, although it severely limits my online sarcasm capabilities from the home front. I simply can't think here at the library what with all the teenagers spending a gorgeous day IM'ing their friends instead of riding bikes with them.

Henceforth, and forever more, or at least until the Computer Fairy shows up on my doorstep, my emailing and blogging privileges are curtailed to fit the schedule of a busy mom.

Maybe I can use the time to clean the cheerios out from under the piano.