Thursday, March 15, 2007

Wow, am I tired today. Woke up last night at 4:30, and had that horrible feeling of tossing and turning and being completely unable to fall back into any kind of sleep, other than brief, ten-minute catnaps. That's almost worse than being awake. To add to it, we didn't get to bed until close to midnight last night after doing the visiting thing with my sister and all. Good times, but man, am I paying for it today.

On the plus side, I managed to stay awake long enough to do my long-awaited class presentation this afternoon. Classes are 75 minutes long, and there are two 30-minute presentations per class, plus discussion time. Well, my prof was a few minutes late, and the lady before me took an inordinately long time, so I didn't actually get to the interaction part of it (which was too bad, because I had it all prepared). Fortunately, my prof didn't dock me on it--still got an A on the presentation, which suits me fine. There's 20% of my grade all taken care of. Now it's the writing of the research paper that accompanies the presentation, and there's over half the grade. Then there's that darned make-up-your-own-questions final exam. Argh!

In other news. Watched an absolutely brilliant movie tonight: Little Miss Sunshine. What a fine piece of filmmaking. I have to admit, seeing the police chief from So I Married An Axe Murderer (a classic older Mike Myers flick, if you haven't seen it) as the foul-mouthed grandpa was jarring at first, but I got used to it. Actually, the movie is full of "that guy from that show," including Hodges from CSI and Chloe from 24 (which I didn't get watched tonight, darn it), and a host of others.

It's one of those slice-of-life flicks that has a "plot," but not in the modernist sense of the plot. Well-acted, though, and really well-written, too. Add to that the excellent direction, and you've got the trifecta right there. Super. I highly recommend it, but only if your f-bomb detector isn't very sensitive (read: just because it's called Little Miss Sunshine doesn't mean it's for the kiddies).

Moving on, again. I forgot to mention the crazy incident with Theo on Monday--I'm not sure how, but it just totally slipped my mind. Theo's at the point of really cruising around right now; he's experimenting with velocities higher than "slow walk," and it's usually quite entertaining. Sure, he occasionally takes a good tumble, but he's back up again in no time, ready to go.

Another important piece of info on the side is that he really likes it when we do laundry and hang the clothes to dry (inside, as it's not nice enough to do it outside yet). He thinks it's really funny to pull the clothes down and run around the house with them, depositing them in a location only he understands the significance of. Again, harmless fun.

On Monday, he was doing both of these things--running and pulling down laundry--when he passed through the kitchen. Unfortunately, earlier in the day he had pulled a bunch of Ziploc container lids onto the linoleum floor. As he ran by with laundry in his hand, he slipped on the lid. Of course, he wasn't willing to let go of his prize laundry and brace his fall with his hands, so he took it right in the face. Awesome.

Much panicked crying ensued, and we weren't sure if he was really hurt or if he had just startled himself really badly. Until we saw the blood.

It's amazing how cuts in the mouth bleed. A good word for it is, "profusely." This one was no exception. When he finally calmed down enough for us to look inside and see if it would need stitches, we realized that his tooth was still embedded inside his lip. Fortunately, it hadn't pierced all the way through, and we managed to extract the tooth from the lip. Much bleeding continued, but he managed to suck on a wet cloth to soothe it, and the bleeding soon stopped. That's another thing about mouth injuries: they may bleed like crazy, but they also clot quickly.

We swore he was going to have a big fat lip on Tuesday, but there was pretty much no sign of the previous day's misadventures. Oh, to have his healing power. Actually, I think he might be a mutant, like Wolverine. I'm just waiting for the adamantium exoskeleton. That'd be awesome.

This is what makes being a parent so much fun. As I said to Steph afterwards, he's a boy, and that's not going to be the last time he hurts himself (he might, for example, take after his dad and do a face-plant over the handlebars of his bike while riding at speed). It hurts to look at, but it's part of growing up. As long as our negligence isn't contributing to it, I'm okay with him sustaining some injuries. Call me callous.

Okay, that's all for tonight. There's a queue for the use of the computer, and like I said, I'm fargin' tired, so I'm going to hit the sack (it's just 10:00 now--I must be a parent). So, I'll see you all tomorrow with more exciting tales, including a trip to the lovely town of Olds for some Boston Pizza. Should be fun times. See you then.