Capturing the Moment to the Extreme
February 11, 2009
Let me back up and expand on something that I talked about yesterday, because nothing makes for a more exciting blog post than a story that you already know the ending to.
It happened a few weeks ago, when I was still staying at my parents' house, on the night before my dad's surgery*. My mom had returned to the hospital after dinner for one last private visit. I was alone in the house with two children, my dog and my mom's three cats, cleaning up the kitchen after yet another successful Crock Pot meal (seriously, yo, I rock the Crock). Noah was watching WALL*E; Ez was on a quilt on the floor and completely enraptured by the ceiling fan.
The movie came to a scene where alllllll the little future babies go sliiiiiding across the slanting deck of the ship -- a scene that always causes a brief fit of alarm for Noah. (SPOILER: EVERYBODY DIES AND IS EATEN BY ROBOTS.) He asked to give Baby Brother a hug.
Awwww, I thought. He wants to make sure HIS baby is okay! How sweet!
I gently propped Ezra in the chair next to Noah and, with my Sappy Preshus Family Memory Alarm going on at top volume, ran to grab the camera.
I was happily snapping away when this happened:
No, he's not kissing him.
Yes, he's biting him.
Yes, I yelled at him OMIGODWENEVERBITEBABIES WENEVERBITEANYBODY WESPUTTERWHATTHEHOLYOMG GOTOYOURROOM.
No, he's never done it again.
Yes, I kind of love this photo now, and think it will make a hell of an addition to a wedding day slideshow, hopefully during the best man's speech.
*Dad update: He continues to improve, slowly but surely. He's been moved out of the ICCU and into a step-down unit, although he still has some pnuemonia and breathing troubles, which are likely the result of a brand-spanking NEW diagnosis of emphysema, despite the fact that he quit smoking over 25 years ago. People, allow me to go out on a crazy limb here and say something super-provocative: Smoking is bad for you. I know! Me and my off-the-wall theories. I bet one day some science will back me up. Anyway, at some point he'll be moved again to an in-patient therapy/cardiac rehab place, and then! At some point after THAT, he'll go home.