HI, excuse, excuse, eleven days no post, yawn, hello.
Friday night A. took a wicked (and completely accidental) finger jab to the eye from a certain pre-schooler I know. Over the last few days it’s worsened– ending in a trip to Urgent Care this afternoon, some magic goo, huge eye bandage and a nice black pirate-style eye patch.
This evening, making dinner, I was chopping broccoli, all like, “blah blah your mom probably just couldn’t hear the phone…” and I look up and A. is looking at me like I’ve sprouted an extra head, so I asked, “why are you looking at me all weird?”
“Because I’m wearing an EYEPATCH.”
He seems to have confused “eyepatch” with “permission to look deranged” Which, I suppose, is better than confusing “eyepatch” with something more dangerous, like “cloak of invisibility.”
I would love to post a photo, but a pirate seems to have reconfigured the PC/ Mac hodge-podge up in here and I can’t find the cord to make that work at the moment.
More soon, promise– big work, big thoughts, everything big. Bigger! Better! Later!