Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Collision Averted?

I was the victim of a colossal collision.  Two moods were vying for precedence on Saturday.  Things were going wrong all over the place.  And then things were oh so right.  I wasn't quite sure which to give in and let take over my day.

As I was making breakfast Saturday morning, Keith walked into the kitchen with something in his hand.

"Mommy, I have a surprise for you."
"What is it Keith?"
"Its a rock."

But just the thoughtfulness made me so happy.  My little boy is bringing me gifts.  A rite of motherhood, I think.

I had to wake him up from his nap so we could go to a friend's birthday party.  As we were in the car driving, I heard the most delightful song in the world.  Keith was singing his heart out to a song he made up.  When he finished, he said, "I sang that song for you, Mommy.  I made it up for you."

We got there super late, things were just going wrong all over the place, and then the icing on the cake.  I bent over to get Faye out of her carseat, and felt a slight tug on the seat of my pants.  I didn't think much of it.  Later that night my friend pulled me to the side and whispered that I had a hole in my pants.

"I see London, I see France, I see Amy's underpants."

My hands felt for the hole, fully expecting it to be slight.  And then much to my mortification, I felt a big gaping hole the size of Texas.  And you know everything is bigger in Texas, right?  Luckily she let me borrow a pair of her pants, but the damage had been done.  I am not sure how long it had been like that, nor am I sure how many people got to see more than they wanted to.

That night we gave Keith a bath.  I wrapped a towel around his shoulders and hurried him to his room.  As I knelt down to diaper him, I noticed an earwax blockade in his ears.  I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom to grab a q-tip.  When I got back Keith was standing, pointing to a spot on the ground and said, "I peeped, Mommy.  I peeped on the floor."  So much for potty training.  He quite obviously doesn't have control over his bladder just yet. 

*Sigh*  One of these days I will get the hang of this thing called life.
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