The body count…

Oh crikey.

I know this just goes with the territory, but does it seem to anyone else that there are a lot of damaged babies (large and small) around our bit of the blogosphere lately?

There’s Blackbird’s youngest, on oxygen.

Surfing Free’s youngest, on a saline drip.

Babelbabe’s Segundo, shoving a guitar dangerously close to his carotid artery (sorry, BB, did I really read that right?)

My Float’s boy going all Jack-Jack Incredible (see the movie, even though he hasn’t gone to hospital, it’s a serious situation!)

And the Evil Twin (more kindly known as Sparkle), with a thumping great tear across her cornea and a stint in the Sydney Eye Hospital.

Anyone else?

And for those who asked: Sparkle Twin (let’s be nice to the wounded) didn’t so much tear her cornea as had it torn for her… by her twin brother… with a metal spike.

YES, ALL RIGHT, I WAS IN CHARGE AND I’M A SHITTY, SHITTY MOTHER, OK?!

I could hear them in absent-big-sister’s bedroom and they were playing a lovely game and Sparkle was saying “I’ll be grandmamma” and Gorgeous Boy said “And I’ll be the Ninja” and it all sounded so peaceful and happy that I just left them to it and dealt with my annoying media issue thingy that was spreading from station to station and requiring considerable attention

and then

there was a screeeaaamm.

And I ran.

And as I ran I heard metal hitting floorboards with a nasty spikey clangy sound.

And I turned into the bedroom and saw her still screaming and holding her eye.

And I said no, no, no.

And I gently lifted her hand off her eye.

And it was still there.

Thanks be to the God of Bad Mothers.

GB was up on the Pea Princess’ loft bed. Looking apprehensive.

I asked what happened. Sparkle told me. I said to GB, “Is that right? Did you poke her in the eye with a metal stick because you wanted her scissors?”

(NONE OF THIS CAN REFLECT WELL ON ME, YOU MIGHT AS WELL KNOW IT ALL)

He said yes.

Then he burst into tears.

I considered describing how he would suffer for this at the hands of his sisters over the next 80 or 90 years – but instead left him to sob and considered remedial action for the Sparkle, still howling and holding her eye.

So now you know.

She’s back for her (hopefully) final check up on Saturday.

And aren’t we all glad for the incredible, blissfully efficient, healing powers of the soft and the young?

mtc

bec

ps – you still need to read Kim’s 6 month letter to Jasper below. The boy is more edible than ever.

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