Rob and I win the Bad Parents of the Year Award for our performances on Sunday and Monday. On Sunday, Sam was crawling up and over Rob’s legs, like he was a human obstacle course. Sam had finally reached the summit (Rob’s abdomen), when he toppled off and banged his head really hard on the floor. He screamed and promptly grew a large, red goose egg on the side of his head. This doesn’t seem like a big deal, except we had an appointment the next day to have pictures taken of Sam. (More on that later…)
Fast forward to Monday afternoon. We are at The Picture People getting Sam ready for his photo shoot. [The Picture People does portraits of babies. We became members to record Sam’s baby looks in print.] He’s on my lap and I am getting him in his new red hooded sweatshirt. I fumble with the zipper, finally getting the two sides of the teeth lined up. Got it, and ziiip! Then… SCREAM! Sam turns beet red and cries harder than when he bonked his head on the floor the night before. I zipped his neck skin. When I found the spot, I almost died. It was all whitish green and standing up like a tent from the rest of his skin. Like it was dead. And then I watched it swell and grow an angry purple welt in the center. Nice, Kristin. Zip your kid’s skin up. Niiiiice.
Needless to say, Sam was a little off his game for the portrait session. And between the welt on his head and the welt on his neck, he looked awesome.