The above photo was taken on 12.26.05, just before the stitches-incident described below. See Flickr for more details on the water color.
I earned my first real set of mommy stripes and stars this week. Tonight is the first evening since Christmas that we haven't spent our time inside of an Emergency Room. After bathing our 22-month old on Monday night, I turned around behind me to grab his towel. He stood up in the tub as I did this and I had just enough time to say, "Sit your butt back down!" Then all hell broke loose. This no-slip tub mat proved to be not so much, and he slipped and busted his chin right open on the tub edge. We hurriedly got him dried off and dressed, grabbed a coat for both boys and flew out the door to the ER. A 45-minute wait, $25 co-pay, and tube of Dermabond stitches later...we were sent on our merry way.
Only to have to return the following evening because my "real boy" decided to bust open the stitches the following evening and have a gaping, bleeding wound to contend with once again. It clotted rather quickly the second time, so by the time we got to the ER it was too late to use actual stitches and they just put more Dermabond over it after a good cleaning. If he breaks it open again enough healing time should have passed that we're merely to use scar-reducing cream on it. And so it begins...
At least he's in good company. He's now the fourth-generation on my side of the family to earn a chin-scar as a small child. My grandmother, mother and I all have one in exactly the same place.
His daddy is convinced this will make him handsome and rugged like Harrison Ford. His mommy is convinced she'll need Valium to survive two boys who are 16-months apart.
This week I finally understand the Always "happy period" campaign, because...well...I'm having one. After a huge pregnancy scare (well over two weeks late) I've never been so relieved to be miserable in my entire life. Quite the mental-switch from its arrival signaling the end of the world for yet another month, less than three years ago. Now these days it seems my ovaries are kicking out eggs like I'm a human PEZ dispenser. We are so very not trying, but my doctors have yanked me off the Pill once and for all, so until we make any personal, legal and binding agreements as far as our reproductive systems are concerned well let's just say much pacing of the floors might be involved every 28-31 days. Our family just seems "complete" and right to us at this point though, so I think some very serious decisions might happen sooner rather than later. Until then, please pass the Mike's Hard Limeade! It's the first New Year's that I can drink since December 31, 2002!
This Christmas I finally got the Lensbaby 2.0 (plus macro kit) that I've been whining about for-freakin'-ever. I cannot say enough good things about this lens. I haven't had so much fun playing with a camera since I got my Lomo. If you want to see it in action, I have a few photos up at Flickr.
And with that...I'm off! See you in 2006!