This week Fable started standing. Without assistance, or holding onto a hand or a railing. All of a sudden, in the middle of my parent's tile floor she stood up on two feet. And then she did it again. And again. And again. Over and over as my family cheered and rooted her on and Archer was like, "look! Wanna see me stand? Wanna see me stand? See? See?"
But the thing about standing babes when they're not quite used to standing? They go bonk. Like, BONK. And then you pick them off the floor and they're screaming and OH GOD! Here it comes. HERE IT COMES! HER BRAIN IS HATCHING A GOOSE-EGG, NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
And you can almost see the bump appear and then grow in slow motion like some sort of Chia Injury. Ch-ch-ch-CHIA! And it grows and grows until finally it stops growing and you're horified on one hand but on the other (once she stops crying and you know for certain she isn't going to die from brain injury) that the bump is kind of a little tiny bit hilarious. Sad and awful but a wee smidge funny.
Like bumps so always do, hers went down within an hour and the next day had turned into a barely visible bruise.
Kind of.
Ish.
Okay so at least the bump went down.
I went back in the archives of my blogs and flickr stream and fished out a picture of Archer with his first goose-egg, which at the time was not nearly as hilarious, even after he had fully recovered and was back to climbing around like a kid without an injury.
Archer at 18 months, clad in a t-shirt that looks exactly like him now! Ha!
At the time I was hysterical. Scared out of my mind. Convinced we'd have to rush Archer to the ER because the BUMP WAS SO BIG IT WAS GOING TO EXPLODE AND AN ALIEN WAS GOING TO COME OUT OF IT OH MY GOD CALL AN AMBULANCE NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
It's amazing how things that were once scary and hysterical and HURRY, CALL AN AMBULANCE! become so much less so (and yes, even comical) the second child around.
Stoked as ever, bruise and all.
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