Mostly, this is about a bruise. But it’s also about a wedding.
February 20, 2012

On Friday, Donald worked from home and we all had a very low-key day so that we could party like crazy Friday evening at my cousin’s wedding (the groom requested a passing reference in my blog: STEVE, THIS IS A PASSING REFERENCE!) (also: Congratulations!!).

In a moment of bumbling idiocy, by the way, we spent half the drive en route to the wedding (passing reference #2!) on surface streets and wound up stuck behind a train.  And I KID YOU NOT, the barriers came down and the train approached…and while we waited the train stopped at a station, unloaded and loaded passengers, and then crossed the road in front of us.

Clearly the people who design railroad barriers have never been late to their cousin’s wedding (passing reference #3!).


Those two in color are from the Daddy-Daughter dance.  Cute, no?

BUT I DIGRESS.  The story I want to tell you about is, and I know this is going to come as a complete shock, about Charlotte.  On the morning of the Infuriating Train Stop and the Pretty Awesome Wedding (passing reference #4!), Charlotte started playing with our living room drapes.

So here’s the deal: our drapes are just fleece blankets we found on the cheap.  We call it The Dorm Look.  You wouldn’t believe how many people look at them and go…WAIT A MINUTE, are those blankets?  Yes, world.  Yes they are.

Anyway, so Charlotte was wrapping herself in our drapes - which, because they are fleece, have a bit of stretch to them - and walking away from the window and over the course of about thirty seconds Donald and I warned her not to do what she was doing and to please watch out, but she’s a toddler and as such has a nasty habit of disregarding every word out of our mouths unless that word is “ice cream.”

So she wraps herself more and takes one last step away from the windows and our fleece blanket-drapes reach the end of how much they can stretch and BOOM! she got slingshot back and face-planted smack into the window.

It’s probably really cruel to laugh at a two-year-old when she bruises her noggin on a window, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell that story with a straight face.  It was like the toddler version of slapstick.

Oh, and later we went to a wedding.  (Passing reference #5, BOO-YAH!)


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  1. By Taryn on February 20, 2012

    Is it bad that as soon as I read that BOOM I started giggling? Uh… I mean, poor Charlotte, I hope her bruise gets better soon :)-

  2. By on February 20, 2012

    I managed to hold my giggles in until “slingshot” and then I could hold them no more. Toddlers! Love them.

    Heal quickly sweet, Charlotte!!

  3. By on February 20, 2012

    I’m sorry she got hurt but yes, that is pretty hilarious. I can see it all in my head. And I’m glad we aren’t the only people with “the dorm look”. Although only in the kids’ room.

  4. By Alicia S. on February 21, 2012

    You are not truly a parent until you’ve stifled a laugh cause your kid took a face plant when you warned them not to do something.

    Luckily for us, whenever Matthew sees us genuinely trying not to laugh when we ask him if he’s okay, he’ll start breaking into the giggles over it too, even when he ends up with some pretty nasty bumps. Sometimes he’ll just outright crack up at himself - right in the middle of crying. Kids are nuts. How did Charlotte react?


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