I think a lot of Mila's bruises are what you get when you keep a toddler cooped up in a van crammed full of people, furniture and stuff. Especially on the last trip when she was pulling herself up on beds covered in stuff and they showed her crawling towards the edge of the top bunk. Don't doubt Jace isn't very nice to her but there's no way she's not hurting herself accidentally with how poorly they supervise her.
They don't watch her and they have her in highly unsuitable, non-secured spaces any time she isn't strapped into a car seat or a stroller or a bloody knapsack. So she'll be raring to go any time she is let free & there's always something there she could hurt herself on.
But I don't get this carry on about how every single little bump or scratch she gets
must be Jace psychopathically practicing on her. I'm not saying he's a sweet, gentle lad or that he's ever been guided on how to appropriately physically interact with other people Because he isn't and he sure as
tit hasn't.
When we know he's bitten or pinched or pushed her because they're too stupid or lazy or both to edit all those occasions out and it's probably fair enough to assume a mark in that spot was from him and that's unacceptable. They're cretins and he's a little bully. They need to get a handle on it before it ends in real tears.
But all toddlers get bruises and all toddlers get away from you, often at the worst possible times. I had a toddler who climbed up, over and through every obstacle she encountered. She was always showing bruises where she'd bit off more than she could chew. On one occasion, which still gives me an anxiety attack thinking too hard about it , I let go of her hand to get my purse out in a chemist, handed 10 quid to the girl on the till and heard my 3 year old son shriek from beside me "Bubby NO!" She was on the third level of a stack of 6 high glass shelving. It was covered in posh scent in pretty glass bottles and she was reaching for one in particular singing
"Oh pretty - ta - ta!"
She wouldn't come down for me, I didn't dare climb it to grab her, she was too far up to reach any other way, the Pharmacist had run to get the step ladder, my son was sobbing "She'll fall. she'll fall!" She was remotely concerened. She was totally focussed on reaching the top shelf for the bewelled bottle she thought the fairies had left her.
The girl on the till coaxed her down with a Freddo and a lot of billing and cooing. I kissed them both when she handed the little bugger back to me.
She was that quick.. We replaced all our standard pine curtain railings for super strong solid oak ones because she used to scale the curtains up to the picture rail level in a house with 12ft ceilings. In an INSTANT I swear. She had prehensile toes. She could grip anything.
Tried to climb a heritage rose bush once while we were walking through Ashton Gardens in St Anne's. That didn't end well. My son was a much more cautious child anyway and when she came along he appointed himself her personal safety alert so he wasn't so prone to little injuries.
But I often think a lot of the people in here would have had me dragged down the Social and flogged in the lift on the way up to see a case worker if they could have seen the places she got & the scrapes and bruises she amassed.