recently, my imaginary friend cjane kendrick wrote a blog entry that inspired me.
let me back up a half-step to offer some clarity. cjane is not imaginary - she is a very real mommy, concert organizer, and blogger extraordinaire. the imaginary part is our friendship. i've never met her, and she probably doesn't even know i exist. but if i lived in utah, i like to pretend cjane and i would be besties. along with her cool blogging sister nienie. (are you listening, fabulous sisters? if you ever find yourself in baton rouge i will happily treat you to beignets and cafe au lait or whatever local delicacy tickles your fancy.)
do i sound a little like a creeper? read their blogs. you'll be imaginery bffs with them too.
but i digress. cjane's blog was about her son, who is a "little barometer" who informs her through her actions when he needs something - particulary her love and attention. that blog rang so true to me. and i thought how special it was that she was documenting this parenting discovery, and i thought, wow, i wish i documented more of that stuff as john grows up.
and then i thought ... wait a minute, didn't i have a blog once upon a time?
but if i am going to blog, i thought, i will have to remind myself to take note of the great stories! which means, i will have to truly be present with him, and attentive to him. which is awesome. "too bad," i thought, "this morning is going so smoothly i won't have a story to tell."
never think that. ever.
because then buddy the dog accidentally tackled john the very small walking peanut and face was introduced to tile quite emphatically. and the poor kiddo didn't even yelp or scream, just sat up, looked at me with a wobbly lip, and started crying ... as blood poured out of his mouth. (sorry for that graphic image. it will never ever leave my head. ever.)
fortunately upon examination and cleanup, it wasn't nearly as bad as it looked. i'm still not sure if he split his lip or bit his tongue. (though as i type that i think, he has no teeth. can you bite your tongue with no teeth? and make it bleed?) but i got him mopped up, got him a bottle of milk (a special treat since he usually only has bottles right when he wakes up or right before bed), and collected myself to get him ready for daycare.
it's amazing how calm i was in the face of my bleeding baby. i got a cool rag to clean him up, i snuggled him and looked in his mouth to see how bad it was, i dosed him with some baby tylenol to help with the pain and any swelling, and packaged him off to school. once he was buckled into his carseat and i sat in the front seat to start the car, though, i noticed my hands were shaking. and i still feel a bit shook up, to be honest.
and john does too, i think. he's not a clingy boy, but at the school he didn't want to let go of me. he wouldn't even go to his teacher, who he loves - just held onto mommy's shoulder.
until the teacher got him some grits. even mommy can't compete with grits.
that's when i knew for sure he'd be fine.
let me back up a half-step to offer some clarity. cjane is not imaginary - she is a very real mommy, concert organizer, and blogger extraordinaire. the imaginary part is our friendship. i've never met her, and she probably doesn't even know i exist. but if i lived in utah, i like to pretend cjane and i would be besties. along with her cool blogging sister nienie. (are you listening, fabulous sisters? if you ever find yourself in baton rouge i will happily treat you to beignets and cafe au lait or whatever local delicacy tickles your fancy.)
do i sound a little like a creeper? read their blogs. you'll be imaginery bffs with them too.
but i digress. cjane's blog was about her son, who is a "little barometer" who informs her through her actions when he needs something - particulary her love and attention. that blog rang so true to me. and i thought how special it was that she was documenting this parenting discovery, and i thought, wow, i wish i documented more of that stuff as john grows up.
and then i thought ... wait a minute, didn't i have a blog once upon a time?
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| john remembers when mom used to blog and post cute pics of him every single day. now he has to wave a brightly colored dinosaur around for mom to pay attention. ok, not really. but isn't he cute? |
but if i am going to blog, i thought, i will have to remind myself to take note of the great stories! which means, i will have to truly be present with him, and attentive to him. which is awesome. "too bad," i thought, "this morning is going so smoothly i won't have a story to tell."
never think that. ever.
because then buddy the dog accidentally tackled john the very small walking peanut and face was introduced to tile quite emphatically. and the poor kiddo didn't even yelp or scream, just sat up, looked at me with a wobbly lip, and started crying ... as blood poured out of his mouth. (sorry for that graphic image. it will never ever leave my head. ever.)
fortunately upon examination and cleanup, it wasn't nearly as bad as it looked. i'm still not sure if he split his lip or bit his tongue. (though as i type that i think, he has no teeth. can you bite your tongue with no teeth? and make it bleed?) but i got him mopped up, got him a bottle of milk (a special treat since he usually only has bottles right when he wakes up or right before bed), and collected myself to get him ready for daycare.
it's amazing how calm i was in the face of my bleeding baby. i got a cool rag to clean him up, i snuggled him and looked in his mouth to see how bad it was, i dosed him with some baby tylenol to help with the pain and any swelling, and packaged him off to school. once he was buckled into his carseat and i sat in the front seat to start the car, though, i noticed my hands were shaking. and i still feel a bit shook up, to be honest.
and john does too, i think. he's not a clingy boy, but at the school he didn't want to let go of me. he wouldn't even go to his teacher, who he loves - just held onto mommy's shoulder.
until the teacher got him some grits. even mommy can't compete with grits.
that's when i knew for sure he'd be fine.
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