Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Poor Remy, just trying to make sense of it all
The other day I was at the table feeding Micah his lunch. Remy was playing and not eating, as usual. At some point she had started to do laps around the table. She likes to pretend that she's a race horse. So there she was doing her thing, I was about to put a spoonful of baby food in Micah's mouth when I heard,
WACK . . . "OUCH!"
Then silence.
Remy had fallen and cracked her head on the leg of the table.
Five seconds later she let loose a massive scream and came running to me. She sat there on my lap crying her eyes out telling me, "I need to go to bed, I just need to go to bed mama." I need to go to bed is her default when she gets hurt. Snuggling in the blankets helps her feel better. After two or three minutes of holding her she calmed down and said to me in all seriousness, "you know, they make things hard. They make these tables out of wood. Then you hit your head on them and it makes you cry and have to go to bed."
I know Remy, how dare they make things hard! Poor girl.
I looked at her laying there in my arms, face full of tears and I lost it. I started laughing. I couldn't help myself but then she started to laugh too. I wasn't laughing at her getting hurt, I was laughing because of my shock over my little two year old's ability to reason, particularly at a time like that.
The rest of the day I watched her to see if she was exhibiting any symptoms related to a head injury. She turned out to be fine. I'm just continually amazed by how smart she is and her ability to come up with the things that she says at such a young age.