Dining Out

Shrike was on jury duty yesterday and today, so she was off work this evening. We went out to Ruby Tuesday for dinner, and when I mentioned that I was considering the salad bar, Peeper just had to have some, too. She said "yes" to every item I offered, as we were filling our plates, and actually ate many of them. She also had one of those incredible cheesey garlicy biscuits, and a good bit of macaroni and cheese.

This was after the waffle and bacon for lunch!

Oh, and that slash on Shrike's cheek? Courtesy of Peeper's nails, which I trimmed a day too late.

In The Dark of Night

I woke up this morning with a hickey on my right breast, about an inch, um, northeast, of my nipple. (From the viewer's perspective.)

That's the general region that ends up pointed toward Peeper when I'm lying down, she and I both let go of my breast, and gravity has its way with me.

I've no memory of anything untoward happening, so I can only assuming that she latched on unassisted in the night, and that's the best she could do.

I wonder how long it took her to figure it out and give up?

Long enough to leave a hickey, evidently.

I Have My Category Title

When babies attack: Labor pain is just the start
Parents, beware of poked eyes, broken noses, blows to the groin and more

While other moms were enjoying being pampered on Mother’s Day, Hilary Wheeler Miller was nursing a broken nose that she suffered after being
headbutted by her 3-year-old son.

“He stood up really fast and just plowed into my nose,” says the
40-year-old mom from Littleton, Colo.

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You can read the whole article at MSNBC.

I thought it was a sort of tongue-in-cheek look at some all-too-common accidents that can happen when you spend several hours a day with a small person near you, who has no idea about personal space or his impact on the world around him.

But the comments. Oy.

The ranting, the raving, the "This is why the world is going to hell. People are letting their children run out of control! They should be teaching those babies not to . . . ." -ness of it all.

What. The. Fuck?

Close Encounter

Baby Finger + Mama Eyeball =

This didn't hurt as bad as one would think, and oddly enough, didn't produce any tears (either of the ouch! kind or of the pissed-off-eyeball kind) and it doesn't hurt at all now.

But it did scare me a bit, especially when I asked Shrike, "So, my eyeball's not gushing blood or anything is it?" and she glanced at me, then said, "Wait, let me see. Look over there . . . " and looked all concerned!

PS - Eyebrows are kind of gross, up close.

PPS - Do I need to add a category for baby-induced injuries? If so, should I include my birth story?

Daily Peep: Battery & Assault, Part I

Peeper gave me a bloody nose today.

Actually, it's not as bad as it sounds. She didn't punch, kick or headbutt me (that's just a matter of time, though, I'm sure).

She actually stuck her thumb up my nose, and before I could remove it, she'd scratched the septum enough to make it bleed.

(Which doesn't take much.)

I suppose this is what I get for allowing her fingernails to get long again.

As you can see from the photos, she felt really bad about it.