Old Blue Eyes

I debated posting this because after my last story, I was afraid someone would think I'd finally lost my marbles and had caused my child bodily harm. In actuality, Bryony smacked herself in the eyelid with the cabinet door while rifling through DVD's beneath the TV set the other day. After sustaining a minor cut that bled a little bit, there was minimal bruising and I thought it was over. But then, the next day, while on our nightly jogging route, we both were bombarded by a swarm of mosquitoes, and my lucky daughter got a lovebite from one on her cheek, up by the same eye she'd earlier smacked with the cabinet door. So, the next day she woke up with a nice swollen blue eye (of the black-and-blue variety, not in the vein of Frank Sinatra).



In the midst of "a moment"



A fleeting period of calmness



"Pow! Right in the kissa!" says the cabinet door.


Adam returned last night from a one-week trip back East for business. I was almost at the end of my rope and was glad to finally have him back for some much-needed co-parenting assistance. He suggested that I take this coming Saturday off--pump some milk for Miss B., go to a day spa and do a little shopping afterward. In essence, have a "Me Day" that I haven't enjoyed since I became a mother. He will have an all-day long parenting session with Bryony, which has never happened before. I am simultaneously thrilled, worried and anxious. Thrilled to have a good chunk of time to myself, worried to leave Adam alone with her all day and anxious to be away from her for an extended period for the first time since her birth.

But, as I'm lying on the table getting my deep tissue massage, I think I'll manage to get through it.