My intention for this blog is to chronicle my son's life and in some way create a journal for him to look back to later on. For this reason, I feel I need to include the following little story...er, confession.
Many readers of this blog were also in attendance at Baby Zog's 2nd birthday party last month. Those party-goers might have been confused by the sequence of events that seemed to go as follows:
Gather guests around to sing
Bring Birthday Boy's cupcake to table
Light candle on cake
Help Birthday Boy onto his chair
Birthday Boy starts crying - hard - for no reason
Calm Birthday Boy down enough to sing to him
Birthday Boy is happy again and enjoys cupcake
Here is my confession: There is a missing piece to that sequence of events. Right between "light candle on cake" and "help birthday boy onto chair" we need to insert:
Birthday Boy's mommy burns Birthday Boy's hand with blown-out match while helping Birthday Boy onto chair. Yep, that's right folks. I accidentally burned my kid at his own birthday party. See the above photo? See where he's pushing on his right palm with his left hand? That would be the spot where I burned him. Poor, sweet boy. Do I hear a nomination for Mother of The Year? Man, did I feel horrible.
Luckily, he was just fine and didn't even have a burn mark that lasted after the initial sting went away. We actually already look back on this as a "funny mom story." To me, the best part is that we have the photo with him holding his hand and crying - all with the "2" candle in the background to never let us forget which birthday it was. I love the look on his face, it seems to say, "gee, what did I do to deserve that?"
Maybe next year, Daddy should be in charge of all things related to fire.
For more photos of the birthday month, click
here.
