You Take What You Can Get

This morning I was in the bathroom, getting ready to head over to the place where I do my volunteer work.  Our bathroom is fortunately big enough for K. to have the run of the place, and I've sufficiently child-proofed it so that he can more or less mess around as he pleases.  So I was putting on makeup over the sink when I heard him behind me, counting to himself... "One.... dooooo..... feeeeeee...." And he was doing it over and over, very slowly and meticulously.  

I was pleased to hear this little counting lesson and very curious to see what was captivating his interest.  (Don't worry, this is not going to be a reprise of the dog poop story!)  I slowly turned around - so as not to disturb him - and to see what was keeping him so busy.  

You'll never guess what he was counting out so meticulously on the bathroom floor.  Tampons!!

It was hilarious and so gul-darned cute, I wish I had had my camera.  Now THAT's a unique substitute for pick up sticks!

I suppose when it comes to counting lessons I'll take whatever I can get.

Argh

So the thing I've been paranoid about for months happened yesterday.  K. fell off the bed.  On his HEAD.  

Thank God he is okay, but I was so mad at myself for letting it happen.  Admittedly it was sort of a freakish occurence: we had been roughhousing with all the pillows on my bed and he kept climbing up them to lean against the head board.  He was standing there, focusing on the fake-out remote control, in exactly the middle of the bed. I was standing on the side, WATCHING HIM WITH MY OWN EYES (caps included to indicate the irony of it all).  

Suddenly he decides to sprint to the side of the bed opposite from where I am standing, and of course, you know how it goes, I see the whole thing in slow motion ... it sort of reminded me of those old cartoons where Wile E. Coyote runs off a cliff, except that K. managed to fall headfirst off the bed and actually landed on our (thankfully) soft carpet on his head, rolling over and winding up on his back.  

I know he was completely scared because he didn't do anything for a second, just kept his eyes open wide as saucers.  Then he held his breath (which gave me flashbacks of the seizure - not fun) and then thankfully he started wailing to kingdom come.  I was just so happy that he was breathing, it lessened the blow of what had happened.  

Fortunately he didn't appear to be hurt at all - the human skull is amazingly protective, isn't it? - and he acted normally the rest of the day.  No vomiting, sudden desire to sleep, or any of the other behaviors I've committed to memory so I am knowledgeable about concussions.

The best part of it all was that when I told my husband (who had been out of the room when it happened), his first question was, "Did you leave the room while he was on the bed?" Like I would ever do that.  I was tempted to tell him, "Yes, just like I leave him in the car with the windows rolled up and let him play with the hairdryer in the bathtub." 

You gotta love it.

Just a Little Off-Topic Rambling

Sorry my posts have been so light this week.  I'll admit that I have sort of been consumed by the two political conventions, and I am actually glad they're both over so I can stop obsessing. Most of you know my own political leanings (I worked for the ill-fated Gore campaign in 2000), but I would like this to be a nonpartisan blog, since Kibi prides himself on being nonpartisan ... so I will just leave it at this one and only comment on the Sarah Palin VP pick.

I am totally obsessed with McCain's choice of Palin for one main reason.  Regardless of how you feel about her, (and in the interest of full disclosure, I disagree with her on nearly every issue) it's amazing that either outcome in November will be tremendous for women in the political sphere.  

If she wins, that's obviously a major hurdle achieved for women.  If she loses, I think there will be some close-minded people out there who say, "See, a woman couldn't cut it after all."  But now that I say that, you can obviously say the same thing about Obama and African Americans. Duh.  Still, I guess I am obsessed with her because I can relate to her a bit more, being from a small town and all.  And to see the whirlwind that her life has become in less than a week, for better or for worse, is fascinating.

Anyway, just a little rambling on my part.  If anyone has thoughts to add, please share.  And I promise I'll go back to talking about Kibi's antics next week.

Have a good weekend.

Good News

Great news on the health front - we had K's abdominal ultrasound today and it checked out completely normal.  Thank goodness!  

Thanks to everyone for your kind words over the last few days.  We feel very blessed.