Star power
You know dear readers, all two and a half of you left, of all the "celebrities" I can identify with most in life there's one I never thought I'd emulate. Okay so there's more than one, but there's one I was 99.9% certain I'd never have to say, damn, it's just like the situation she was in.
See dear reader, for those of you keeping score at home, the phinlet is almost eight months old. Which means he's gone mobile, very much so and is into anything and everything that he can get his cute little paws on.
When you pair the phinlet's new found mobility with his lack of fear, well dear reader, there are bound to be some bumps and bruises. Like the latest edition to the phinlet's war chest of bruises that the missus is documenting should I ever piss her off too bad.
The phinlet as it seems takes after his dear old dad and something sparkly caught his eye. So what's the logical thing to do if you're an eight month old who has only recently started walking while holding on to the edge of the couch? You dive for said sparkly and face plant onto a couple of toys, one of which happens to be a plastic block.
Well after a bit of hollering, mainly the missus at me, the phinlet calmed down and we determined he was going live. No blood, no foul is what I was thinking. Well that's what I was thinking 'til the goose egg above his left eye showed up. With a little ice the swelling went down, but no doubt the boy's going to be sporting his first "shiner" at the ripe old age of eight months.
Me, I'm documenting it with pictures. At least he'll have something to show the therapists when claims the beatings started at an early age. I'm kind of expecting to hear the all too familiar knocking on the door, which would be our friendly social services officer paying a visit. Just like Brit-Brit.
I guess it could be worse, I have been emulating one of the Hiltons.
Welcome to what will most likely be the first of many, Phin. The Big-Eyed Boy took a similar dive around the same age, only his face connected with the edge of a coffee table. And there was blood. Lots of blood. Lots of yelling (me at the Venomous Hubby, mostly). No doubt, considering the faint scar that's still there, there will be much therapy, too.
This is why we drink.
Posted by: Venomous Kate at October 30, 2006 11:02 PMIt's going to happen, alot.
My bro fell off of the changing table when he was just a few months old. Landed right on his grape. Still uses that as an excuse for his behavior today.
Cousin's kid was about a year old, went from crawling to sprinting. One day, he looked at my cousin and me, grinned, and charged square into the edge of a door. MONSTER goose egg, and a little blood. Literally knocked the snot out of him... and there was alot. He's fairly normal. So far.
I don't know what my excuse is...
Posted by: T1G at October 30, 2006 11:27 PMAnd so it begins. Just remember that little ones bounce back from all those boo boos pretty quick. Scars, broken bones, bruises, stitches, goose eggs...they are all a normal part of childhood. Although, when L broke her arm, the doc made me leave the room before I could tell him what had happened, and he questioned my then 7 year old alone. Scary stuff.
Posted by: Theresa at October 31, 2006 10:19 AMWell out of those three people who's the half? Wait, maybe I'm the half? Maybe you have a new reader?
crap... I'm always stuck as the half...
Posted by: Oorgo at October 31, 2006 12:41 PMIn in the same boat. Bunny is not quite walking, but doing that side step while holding onto furniture thing. She's climbing the stairs too.
I'm scared to death!
But, they'll grow up and hate us anyway, right?
Posted by: Phoenix at October 31, 2006 04:41 PMYou haven't seen nothing yet.....boys are very accident prone and there will be lots of blood, screaming and tears. Suggest you take a few trial drives to your local ER room before you really have the need to go! Welcome to parenthood.
Posted by: LeeAnn at October 31, 2006 06:03 PMOh get ready for the real fun. The bruises keep coming, but they do move down further with each advancement in mobility. You'll be relieved when it's just the shins. ;-)
Posted by: agent bedhead at November 1, 2006 04:27 PMPhin, don't worry about the social services, worry about Papa and Nana. That will be the first knock on the door. Besides you have a cute little scar from the time that you took a header off the changing table, which you tried to climb.
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