What's the last thing you want to have to explain to a doctor? How your son fell, hit his face, and started crying blood while you were about six inches away. Yep, that was our Sunday morning adventure last week, but as it turned out, the blood in his tears was not from a ruptured eyeball (hooray!) but a horrible sinus infection we didn't even know Lincoln had. So, one more round of antibiotics later, he is back to his old self and causing as much trouble as ever.
Nico is still in his Christmas craze, and he keeps surprising us by belting out Christmas carols we didn't realize he knew, often in the middle of a store, earning him adoring fans as we cruise the aisles in a cart overflowing with baby and toddler cuteness. The other day he told me, "Stop creeping me out mom", which, you know, would make any mother swell with pride. For Thanksgiving, he got his first tie and little button-up vest, and the only reason his father was willing to participate in dressing up one of his boys is because Nico told him the vest was "just like Indiana Jones".
Speaking of his father, I am including an email below that he sent me at work on Tuesday to describe one of his fun-filled days as Mr. Mom. He titled it "The Lincoln Monster"...
We are supposed to be happy for Linc's newfound mobility, right? Yea, right!
While the three of us were playing with Legos around the coffee table, Nicholas announced, "Hey. Dad. Lincoln has your coffee." I looked over at the last second to see our one year old throwing my cup of coffee on himself and the carpet. Don't worry. It was room temperature. So no scalding so far today...
After cleaning that up, I went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. "Hey. Dad. Lincoln is playing with the dog's water." By the time I had run into the kitchen, Lincoln was covered from shoulder to toe in freezing cold, slobbery, dog water. I yelled, "No," to no avail and began the second cleanup in less than five minutes.
Now, instead of sticking around at the scene of his crime, Lincoln immediately set off to find something else to explore/spill/destroy. Once I had finished moving the dog's food and water to a safe place, I walked into the living room to put the towel (the second soaking wet towel of the morning) on the stairs. Lincoln was on the second step of the stariway and was already begining his slow topple backwards. I had a moment to react, but I was just too slow to realize what I was seeing. A heartbeat later Lincoln's head had bounced off the floor and he was in tears.
It didn't take long to calm him back down, but it does take a while to install that swinging kid's gate; especially with the help of two small children who do not want it to exist.
Hooray for Lincoln's mobility!
Is it too early in the morning for me to start drinking?
Love
-Sam
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