July 3, 2009

• It was Charlie’s turn to give mom a heart attack today.   We were keeping shop at Fotizmos (a shop our church started featuring local artists, books and whatnot), and Charlie while crawling so fast his legs turned into blurry, churning gyroscopes, managed to somehow hook his leg in his too-big romper which sent him flying head first off the pathway and into a cactus.  A very angry and pissed off cactus.   He hit it so hard he broke a chunk off and it imbeded itself so far into his forhead it was stuck there… like a malformed tumor with spikes growing out of his head.     He cried, Jamie shrieked, and I yelped as I tried to perform cacti-removing surgery on a wriggling, thrashing one year old.    I couldn’t get a good enough grip on it (despite Jamie’s very detailed instructions and opinions), and it took multiple tries and several cactus related injuries to my hands before I managed to tear it off him…and which time I promptly dropped it on his leg where it stuck again.   It was the kind of cactus with those nasty little barbs that go in, but won’t come out.  Like a fishhook.   When  I finally got the ill-fated thing off both of us, we were so covered in little spikes that two hours later I was still finding random ones on both his feet and head.    I think we narrowly avoided the ER on that one, a touch more velocity and he’d have landed eyeball first into the thing. 

  Charlie is much more accident prone than Jamie is or ever was.   Despte Jamie’s propensity for mischief, he has a great sense of balance and an even greater time, space, height awareness.  As a baby you could put him on the bed and he would crawl to the edge and peer over it suspiciously before backing away from it slowly and then demanding someone put him on the floor.   Charlie just happily zooms right off the edge without a moments thought and then looks up after landing face first on the floor as if he’s just so offended. 

  Speaking of Charlie… he turns one in two weeks.   I’m quite happily in denial though.  Like hs brother and parents before him, he’s a rather petite little sprite baby, and nobody thinks he’s older than 6-7 months.    He has no hair either (cept a little golden fluff around his pointy elf ears) which makes it so much easier for me to soak in the baby goodness just a few months longer. 

  We’re having a (very) small fairy birthday dinner for him.   I figure this may be my only chance to have a fairy themed party as I’m not sure either of my kids would willingly subject themselves to one, but since Charlie is still too young to care, what better way to celebrate than with the birthday of my very pixie like baby.

  After all the mishaps with paper making the other day, we did finally succeed in making some suitable, hand painted invitations.  Completely pointless of course, but it was a good, fun project, I’m just sorry my kids don’t have my own truly gifted mother as their art teacher.   I’m sadly lacking,  I can’t figure out how to load a paint brush correctly to save myself and thats why this picture is taken from a distance. 

  

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