I recently posted this comment on my Facebook page:
"Today a grandmother got headbutted twice by her grandson. Then he grabbed a chunk of skin on her neck and pinched her and spit in her face and laughed his head off.
"That grandmother is me and it was my six-month-old grandbaby...."
Did you know that a ten-pound baby's headbutt has enough force to break your nose? Yep, it's true. I bet many of you have some good headbutt stories to share!
Punkin was falling asleep at my birthday dinner.
You'd never guess he can be such a feisty little guy.
I asked my friends if they had any experience in the headbutting department and got some good responses:
Tami Cubillas said: "Oh yeah! Shane headbutted me backwards when he was little and now I have a deviated septum... Not fun nor nice!"
Here's Tami with Shane on his 16th birthday.
Those head butt days are long gone.
Delores Cervera said: "Lynn, yours and my granddaughter gave us many star-seeing headbutts that brought tears to your eye. And when she'd grab your face with both hands and her mouth open, you didn't know if she wanted to kiss you or bite you...Babies are the most wonderful things that God could ever give you."
Delores and her granddaughter, now two years old.
(She's my darling granddaughter, too.)
Little Twinkle Eyes looks perfectly harmless to me!
Ashlee Craig said: "Hawk is like a pin ball machine. He goes side to side trying to knock his brother, sister, dad and I out. He laughs the whole time. At first it was funny but now we all have headaches."
The Craig family
Baby Hawk loves to play head games!
My sister-in-law, Debbie, said: "The hardest thing EVER to watch is when these little ones are doing their 'tummy-time' and headbutt the floor! I have laminate flooring and, of course, use a double layer of comforters but still: so hard to see this happen."
My brother, Jeff, came up with an easy solution: "Just duct tape a pair of socks to their foreheads and let them do their thing."
I'd like to see that idea put into practice. Not! :)
Debbie with her two grandchildren,
(my great-nephew and great-niece).
So far I've done pretty good dodging Punkin's headbutts. The two he gave me weren't full force. I can't afford to have a tooth knocked out or my jaw broken, so I'm super careful. I learned the hard way years ago when my middle daughter was two and headbutted me. I was lying on the couch and she was standing on the floor in front of me. I was dozing off and then, BAM! It felt like a stick of dynamite ignited on my left eye.
She had thrown herself backwards (just for fun) and nailed me with the back of her head. I screamed and scared the heck out of her. She ran upstairs and hid in her room while I continued to freak out. In this photo, the black eye is almost gone. It took three days for it to even show up - a deep blue and purple, as I remember.
The ironic part is that back then I did volunteer work a couple hours a week at a home for battered women. When Sister Clare, the director, saw my black eye, she frowned and asked what happened.
I explained how my two-year-old headbutted me. Sister Clare didn't believe me. I knew she thought my husband was abusive. She questioned me further, and I told her that I sat my daughter on my lap and had my husband take a picture to put in her baby book. Sister believed me at last.
My daughter is 26 now. My left eye often throbs if I have a sinus headache. It's been extra sensitive ever since that injury.
Have you ever been on the wrong end of a head butt?
Do you have a parenting or grandparenting memory
or another story you'd like to share?
If you're not a parent, memories from your own childhood count, too!
Warning: I might feature your story in a future post.
(Names can be changed to protect the guilty!)
I'd like to thank all those who have shared their stories.
These posts wouldn't be the same without your input.
If you don't want to leave a comment but would rather contact me by email,
here's my address: lynkelwoohoo at yahoo dot com.