hmmm, let's see. "baby"... dum dee dum... "break"...
oh, hey there! don't mind me, I was just thumbing through the dictionary! with the toddlers gone this week, it seems I've run out of things to occupy myself with. so, just thought I'd, you know, bury my face in the dictionary for a bit. gotta keep the ole noggin' in shape! ha ha. by the way, did you know that the word "break" comes after the word "baby" in the dictionary? you did? oh. well, I always knew you were smarter than me.
no, but seriously. I suppose you're wondering where I'm heading with this? well then, let me explain. (and I assure you, it will make sense. I think?)
if you recall, shortly (like less than a week) after Scarlett was born there was an incident that occurred which resulted in a broken leg (see? "break" comes after "baby" aren't I clever?) an incident that could have been avoided had my children listened to their mother. but, moms don't know anything... besides maybe their age. and sometimes, they don't even know that. I'm going to be 35? you're kidding! and here I've been telling everyone that I'm turning 25 in a couple weeks, ha ha whoops!
below: Phoebe with broken leg (pictured here with one week-old Scarlett, April 2010.)
okay, so. fast forward a year and a half. it's been a whole six? maybe seven? days since I gave birth to Finley.
mm-hmm, I see you all nodding. go on... go on.
so yeah, long story short. I'm relaxing on the couch, sipping my afternoon cup of coffee, when suddenly Sawyer bursts into the house screaming, his face white as a ghost. between chokes and sobs he manages to squeak out that he can't move his arm. "mom, am I PARALYZED?" also, something about racing and a steep hill and a Razor scooter and... yeah.
end result: broken collarbone.
apparently, this appears to be the new trend around here; have a baby, kid breaks a bone, tra la la, no big deal.
uh, excuse me while I go sob into my pillow. and wonder, why... why do these things always happen to me?