Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Miles' brush with death

Miles, as usual, was climbing the tree out back. Murphy was even venturing a little higher than before. I was taking pictures of them, and noticing how the leaves were off of it now, so that I could see them better in the branches. Miles bent forward and grabbed a branch. I heard a crack and snapped the picture. If you look closely at the photo, you can see the branch he is holding safely guide him towards earth, slowing down gravity. The branch was like all the others, reaching for the sky. He fell a long ways. Thanks to the branch he didn't mash his legs into the ground like a kid mashes a crayon on a hard surface. It was so shocking we just heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the photo and nervously laughed.

Another good thing was he was wearing little gardening gloves, so he didn't cut up his hands.

3 comments:

miles said...

Gardening gloves aye. Might leave that out nexttime. Thanks Mommy!

prettiest sister said...

And I was thinking Oh my sweet little gardener Miles.

prettiest sister said...

I love the look on his face when you enlarge the picture. He looks a little concerned.