This weekend Evelyn cut her hand in a few places. Nothing serious, just a couple of cuts requiring a couple of band-aids. Her blood is freakishly bright red (is this a little kid thing? Or just a "my kid" thing?) but aside from that and a little "oh my gosh!" moment, all was well. But what if it wasn't? I had this imaginary conversation in my head envisioning what it would be like if we had needed to go to the doctor:
Doctor: "Well, it doesn't look too bad, but how did this happen?"
Me: "Oh, well, Evelyn picked up a razor blade and started playing with it."
Doctor: Pause
Me: "Not that we keep razor blades strewn about the house! No! Um, she was playing in some construction debris."
Doctor: Double pause.
Me: "But, you know, it's not like I let her just randomly run across the street to frolic in construction debris..."
Doctor: "Okay..."
Me: "We took her to a construction site and then let her run around freely. So, you know, we're good parents."
Me: "And then when we saw her pick up something metal and shiny we thought it was just some scrap metal or a washer or something, so we just let her have it."
Me: "But it was a razor blade."
Doctor: "Security!!"
And Scene.
Yes, that was Saturday, when Jon and I stopped by his shop to check on the progress and Evelyn picked up a piece of safe-looking metal that happened to have an open razor blade stuck to the back side. Good times. Oy. That is the second time our first aid kit has come in handy in the past couple weeks. Kids...they're fun.
Fun and silly. This morning Evelyn was trying to crawl down into the heat register in the floor. I'm guessing she doesn't realize that she is bigger than the 3 inch x 7 inch hole in the floor. She kept taking the cover off the vent and trying to get her feet down in there. Cuz that's perfectly safe. Sigh...
I would like to say that Evelyn is getting increasingly more exhausting as she gets older. It's cruel, really. When you have a newborn you think you couldn't possibly be more tired. Then you get a little break when your baby starts sleeping better at night but still isn't mobile. THEN they start crawling, then walking, then running, and then the days get so tiring that you long for the days when your baby would cry every three hours because at least you could sit on the chair and hold them while being still.
But, lest you think I am a big sourpuss, Evelyn is also getting so much more fun. Her awesomeness is on par with her exhaustingness, so they even each other out and make everything totally worth it. She loves everything, she is intrigued by everything, she is learning so much that I think her head might explode with knowledge.
I love that kid. I lay in bed at night and think about how funny she is, how sweetly mischievous she is, how much I love her. During the day she can be aggravating and tiring, but it is just because she is so excited to explore the world that she can't sit still for one minute. I guess that's not so bad.
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Jon's shop website is up and running! Check out www.fortunecookietattoo.com. Construction is really coming along and he should be open for business in the first week of April!
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