Two For One

Weeks Twenty-Three and Twenty-Four/Fifty-Two

"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014"

This week and last have proven to be incredibly busy, and bruisy, for the little man. Last week he took a tumble off of my bed smack dab in the middle of the night. Miraculously I'm not even sure if he woke up. And surprisingly I did wake up. He has been sleeping extra-shitty lately, and I'm extra tired because of it. Combine old age, sleep deprivation, and the end of school year cluster and I'm pretty much toast.

Needless to say, I missed week twenty-three's post. And to be honest...this is the best I got: half a selfie. Or I guess it's really half a him-selfie.

Intertwined with the lack of sleep, increased activity, and yes, old age, my husband and I are also raising money for St. Baldrick's. We're shaving our heads in about a week and a half, and while I am super excited, and pretty super proud, I'm also obsessed with checking our fundraising page....which coincidentally you can find HERE should you find yourself inclined to donate. Checking the fundraising page, and posting updates to Facebook and braving a tweet or two, seems to consume A LOT of my online/writing time. Hence...the blog has suffered. Add to all of this the fact that I really have nothing to say...it's been crickets around here.

 

Yet I am trying to force myself to sit down and write. Just because I committed to doing so, which brings me back to my boy. After months and months of yelling at the older kids to make sure the gate at the top of the stairs was closed, I left it open. And he fell down the stairs. And I aged 17.5 years. Holy hell. He is fine. I mean, I keep finding tiny bruises (his cheek, his back, his forearm, his fat rolls around his knee) that I attribute to his tumble, but overall he is just fine. Me...not so much.

 

When I asked my oldest daughter what she saw when it happened in order to try and better understand whether or not he came down feet first or head first, she said "Mom, all I saw was a flying ball of skin." We are lucky. He is lucky. I curse my bad luck all of the time...but when it matters. I am lucky.

 





I am joining Jodi and her 52 Project at Practising Simplicity  http://www.practisingsimplicity.com