October 8, 2008

• San Diegans know it’s fall when Starbucks starts selling their Pumpkin Pie latte’s, and the fire danger goes from high to *call-911-if-you-so-much-as-see-someone-light-a-cigarette*.   It may still be 92 degrees outside, but everyone starts planning for the holidays and buying winter clothes for the season’s token two weeks of cold weather.   We went to SouthPark’s Fall walkabout on Saturday evening with Jeff, Gab and Angela, where all the local business put out beer, candy corn, and s’mores, so everyone can just kinda hang out as community.  Much fun, except this year… it rained.  Jamie pulled a chicken little, looked up at the sky in dismay, and cried “uh oh Mamma”  What the hell is that?  Which is pretty much what everyone else was thinking.  Rain in October is like a nineteen year old kid trying to sneak into a club with a fake ID, consequently, no one even bothered to put on a jacket or use an umbrella,  we happily tromped around in flip flops, soaking wet, assuring each other that it was going to stop any moment (mostly because we didn’t want to be disappointed).  Jamie enjoyed it so much, he screamed bloody murder every time we tried to find shelter, so while we snatched breaks from the *downpour*, he braved the weather cantankerously in his str oller, with his hair hanging down in his eyes and trails of melted redvines running down his face.  So angelic.
  

  Since money is pretty tight in the Ramsey household this year, I hauled out my sewing machine to start into Christmas presents.  I thought I was doing pretty good, Jamie was watching Toy Story and I had one foot on Charlie’s bouncer and the other foot on the pedal when suddenly….nothing.   My sewing machine just stopped.   I looked up to see Jamie with an evil grin on his face, my sewing scissors in his hand, and a severed chord just dangling from the outlet.  I freaked out so thoroughly, Charlie started bawling and Jamie dropped the scissors with a look of abject horror on his face.   I banished him to his bed until I could calm down.   Uncle Vern showed up somewhere in the middle of this to rescue Charlie and repair the decapitated chord.   That’s when he pointed out the scissors Jamie used were completely metal and since the sewing machine had been running when he cut it, the power chord was obviously live.   How he didn’t electrocute himself is a mystery to us all, I’m continually grateful for a merciful God in that child’s life.   I went into his room to mete out some sort of proper punishment and found him curled up in the corner, his little body quivering as he sobbed a whispered “sorry mommy” to himself over and over.    I love this darn kid, and I don’t like holding him and wondering “what if…”.   We had a serious talk about scissors, complete with hand motions and repeatable phrases, then I stowed the offending metal scissors out of reach.   I’m using the plastic handled ones now.

  

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