I have various small scars on my face which I've accumulated over the last 26 years; a hairless spot on my left eyebrow from hitting my head on a coffee table while chasing Maham around, a 3 inch groove on my check from (so I've been told) a cousin scratching me, a small hairless spot on my upper lip from shaving for the first time (in grade 6) without the use of shaving lotion or water (and going against the grain no less, ouch!).
That's nice, you're probably thinking, but what's his point?
MY POINT is that I think I got off pretty luck, at least compared to what we've seen Kadin up to over the last few days! I've lost count of how many times he's whacked himself on something.
You've already read what Tonia wrote, so I won't repeat that. Every day though we watch him pull himself up and stand with the aid of the couch, a chair, his piano etc. We also watch him teeter, laugh maniacally, teeter some more, scream for no apparent reason, then fall headfirst into some random piece of furniture or toy.
Now it really, really is painful for Tonia and I to endure this. On one hand, we (ok, me) wants to leap over furniture, clutch him to our (ok, my) chest, and sob with him until he feels better. At the same time, we realize that freaking out will invariably make him cry harder, so Tonia and I have become these odd creatures who start laughing REALLY loudly, singing REALLY loudly, and clapping (you guessed it!) REALLY loudly!
It works, because within seconds he's laughing and smiling again.
So...we're going to try and be troopers and get through this. That, or force him to live in a sterile bubble until he's 18.
Must go now because Kadin just ruptured Tonia's spleen. Did I mention he likes to jump on us?
Posted by Hasan at May 11, 2004 09:01 PM