Scary moment, happy conclusion

I felt the sudden urge to head down to daycare this afternoon, and I was greeted by Teacher Anna who said, “I was just going to call you…” (never a good sign) “Everything is okay, but Brendan got poked with a pen by one of the other children near his eye. I iced it, and it’s okay now.” On cue, my son hears my voice and comes running full speed saying, “Mommmmmmmyyyyyyyyy!” A million things running through my head, but first thoughts were that I saw two healthy looking eyes, and he seemed his normal happy self (tilting his head back to be turned upside down for some tickling as soon as I picked him up). I saw the mark – it was just under his right eye. Not only was it red, but some of the pen mark was still there. The pen had fallen on the ground, a child picked it up – and somewhere in between the moment when a teacher asked for it back, and the child actually giving it to the teacher, Brendan got poked. Not maliciously, just in a toddler way. For all I know, Brendan ran into the pen running over to see what type of contraband had been discovered. Thank you, universe, for the clear reminder that we can’t fully protect our children. Not from the big things, and not from the littler things either. But we can definitely be grateful when the littler things haven’t escalated into an eye getting poked out with a ballpoint pen.

As I played with Brendan, Harper fell down. All on her own, and not a tragic fall, but nobody likes to fall down, so there were tears. Teacher Anna came over for hugs but she was still sad. I held open my arms, but she wasn’t sure she wanted another hug. When Brendan saw me offering up a hug, he came running into my lap and threw his arms around my neck – but then he looked over at Harper, pointed to her, and waved her over to us. She slowly made her way over. And for a couple glorious minutes, I snuggled up with my two favorite toddlers. Then Brendan shewed me away, and went in for his own Baboo hug. While she enjoys grown-up hugs, she’s not so sure she likes hugs from the smaller people, but she begrudgingly obliged. When she had enough, Brendan moved on to another child – and then another. And soon Ruby joined his traveling hug committee. And before I knew it, all the kids were sharing one big toddler hug-fest. Anna grabbed her camera in time to catch Brendan pull not one, but TWO ladies in for a three way hug. And in between each hug, he’d go back and try another one with his best girl, Harper. It really wasn’t her thing, but that didn’t deter him. The littlest girl in the class was the recipient of a hug with such force that it knocked her down. She didn’t cry, so we let the hug continue for a little while – the only tears were from Brendan when I finally pulled him off of her.

Watching all this, I kept feeling the same way I feel when he cries for me in the middle of the night: What an honor it is to be Brendan’s Mommy. Anna looked at all the hugging, then over at me with a smile on her face that held all the love and sincerity of a Grandma as she said, “Looks like somebody needs a little brother or sister.” And there’s the kicker. I always wanted to have more than one child, but we’ve got a special situation. And I’m not talking about cancer and adoption, I’m talking about the fact that we’ve had the perfect birth experience and I’m already the proud mama of the littlest love of my life. How do we do it again? I know how babies are born – they are born in Iowa. And you stay there at the Hampton Inn not too far from your new family in Eldora and you share brownies and home made ice cream – and all the grandma’s and grandpa’s meet in Iowa too so everyone can love on the baby for a few weeks before you head back to real life. It’s beautiful and wonderful and perfect. And how do you take time for a new baby, from the little boy who already has all of your heart? It makes me feel like a monogamous mama. But I also know he would be the very best big brother in the whole world. Mama’s with more than one – please tell me your secrets.

In the meantime, he continues to melt me.
New words include “heart” and “elphan”. He points to pictures of elephants and uses his arm as a trunk while he makes the very cutest elephant sound. Mama does hers too and we crack each other up.
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We were doing some shopping just the two of us this weekend, and he helped hold some of my selections as we walked through the store. When I saw the line and decided it was too long to wait, I started to put things back, and he kept collecting them with a look on his face that said, ‘don’t worry mama, I’ve got it’. And he totally did.

This weekend we walked outside and he held out his hands with a big smile on his face and said, “Rain! Yaaaaaaaay!” His grandma and I have definitely infected him with our love of a good storm. And then there was the moment where he looked at me and said, “I poop.” I asked him, “Did you poop? Where is the poop?” He pointed to his diaper, and sure enough… there was a surprise for Mommy.

His year and half doctors appointment was Friday and we learned that he is still tracking at the same percentiles – 24.5 pounds puts him at the 50th percentile, and 34 inches makes him 90th for height. My little string bean. He was in rare form for the doctor, pointing to all of his body parts when asked, making his animal sounds to the poster on the wall, and trying to climb on everything. He had a similar performance at the uncles holiday party on Saturday, but he added a complete attachment to uncle Darin, and a sudden desire to show all the pretty ladies his belly. Lord help us.