Here you can see the only picture I’ve taken in the last two weeks.
So, yes, Mariah has another big boo-boo, and there’s another one on her cheek, although in the picture it just looks like a shadow. Both were received within 24 hours, and both were received on a wall/door jamb. See, this little girl likes to run, and when she’s very excited, she runs VERY FAST. Unfortunately she reminds me of one of the kids from the movie The Mighty Ducks 2 (doesn’t that reference date me? :)). He was the fastest skater that anyone on the team had ever seen, but he didn’t know how to stop. They finally had him setting up a wall of empty pop cans as a barrier to stop in front of, and every time he knocked them over, he had to set them all back up and try again. Well, Miss Mariah has a similar problem—she can’t stop. So she goes running to get something, trips over a toy, rug, sock, or speck of dust, and crashes headlong into the nearest large object. I think the cashier at Babies ‘R Us last night was concerned we were abusive, but most parents who’ve experienced the joy of a one-year-old can understand readily.
Today is the first weekend in the last month that we haven’t had company for dinner, and while it’s nice to rest for a bit, it’s kind of silly that we pick the one Sunday that we get out of church at noon instead of 2:00 PM to be by ourselves. We’ve gotten to catch up with a lot of friends, and Anna has had a wonderful time playing with other kids. She hasn’t even minded sharing her toys, which I think is a great sign that she’s getting ready for some kind of preschool in the fall. She’s dealing better with other kids at home and at nursery. Last night we went to the play area at the mall, which was absolutely teeming with children, and she was perfectly happy. She didn’t let anyone scare her, and if another kid got in her way, she waited her turn and got on with life instead of giving up and running to mommy. She also jumped off the tallest toy all by herself, and we were almost as thrilled as she was.
The only other recent event worth mentioning was Monday’s doctor’s appointment. We discovered that our little Anna, who has always been so tiny, is now in the 75th and 85th percentile for weight and height, respectively. We never thought she’d catch up, but apparently she has. I’d stopped even noticed how big she was compared to the other kids, but I realize now that she is one of the biggest. That was the good part of the visit. The bad part was Flu Shot #2. Mariah handled it normally – a scream of blood-curdling fury, a few minutes of sorrow, then a return to cheerfulness. Anna, however, was traumatized. The nurse didn’t do a very good job of distracting her, so she happened to look at her arm right as the needle went in. She cried, and was solaced by a Tootsie Pop, but Mariah got her shot second and Anna kept trying to look. When Mariah screamed, Anna started sobbing uncontrollably and is still fairly traumatized. She wouldn’t even let me take the bandage off her arm for days. We were going to get her a pretend doctor’s kit for Christmas, but now I’m not so sure. I don’t want to remind her about shots. In the old days you could tell a kid they wouldn’t have shots for years, but there will be another flu shot next year, so I can’t make any promises. It’s so sad, and yet, pretty typical I suppose. Poor kid.
Happy Thanksgiving, and Happy Black Friday! Stuff yourselves with turkey and spend some money – help the economy!!! :)