My son kissed me for the first time yesterday.  I have no idea if he knew what he was doing, but it made my day.  Opened mouth, lots of drool, but what a moment.  I cried.

As a kid, what did you look forward to most about summer vacation/break/holiday?

We went camping every summer, and I don’t have many memories of that… But I do remember going to Girl Scout Camp the summer after I turned 12, I was really awkward at 12… I was chubby and didn’t care much about hair/make-up and clothes.  Mom sent me to The Timbers to sailing camp.  I was the youngest girl in the group of 9 girls who were sailing.  We had 2 tents assigned to us, and I was the 5th one in the one tent, while the other had just four girls.  After one week, the girls in my tent decided that I should move into the other tent… It was only fair, why should they get less space than the other girls.  I remember spending a lot of time at the infirmary.  My mom sent me a care package with the Judy Bloom book Forever in it, as well as something about Endless Love (I don’t remember quite what she sent, but it was something to be jealous of).  Endless Love was the hot movie that summer, if I remember correctly.  The thing I hated the most was that I spent 2 weeks wondering why those girls hated me.  I think it was normal teenage shit.

The next summer, I was sent again… To sailing camp, I did not want to go, and threw a big fuss about it.  As it turned out, I was the most popular girl at sailing camp that summer, as I already knew how to sail.  I got to take the catamaran out by myself.  That was my LAST summer at Girl Scout camp.  I remember being really happy about that.

For your good thoughts about my mom.  Things are getting better, and I hope that she is healing.  I help change her bandages twice a day, and the redness seems to be getting better.  I’d take a picture, but, it’s pretty gross.

What is your favorite summer-time drink?

I’m really into Kool-aid right now… Fruit Punch is my favorite. 

Ok, so today sucked.  And it had nothing to do with Sean.

Today, I decided to move the family room around so that we would have more floor space for Sean to play on.

Mom was sitting in a chair watching… I moved one of our glass topped tables, the glass slipped from the table and tore a very large piece of skin off of her left leg (at her shin), down to the muscle.  I panicked.  Mom remained calm.  I called a neighbour to help take care of Sean, and took mom to the emergency room.  Good thing we have that spare wheelchair in the garage.  I managed to wheel her to the car, get her in the car, and then to Good Samaritan Hospital.  I was hysterical (to be quite honest). 

There was a plastic surgeon at the hospital for another emergency, and she sewed mom up.  The gauge was about 2 inches by 5 inches, in like a flap.  It was very gross, and I know that my mom has like 50 stitches under that bandage.  I feel totally horrible.  She just laughed and said that if it was going to happen to someone that it was going to happen to her.  So, here I am filled with guilt.  I’m glad it wasn’t worse… I didn’t hit an artery.  The glass didn’t break.  Seriously it could have been worse.  Sean could have been in the room rather than napping, he could have witnessed the whole thing. 

We are very lucky, but I really do feel horrible.  I love my mom, and I wouldn’t be such calm mom if she weren’t here.  I know I wouldn’t have fallen appart if I hadn’t hurt her myself… At least I don’t think I would have. 

Could you take a minute and wish her well?  Or say a little prayer if that’s what you do.  I just worry about infection with all of her other ailments.  I’m so glad that she is basically ok.  I just wish that it hadn’t happened.

Hi secret pal!  I can’t wait to get to know you!

See, I told you I had a lot to talk about…

I’ve been working on lots of things.  First, I finished my baby surprise sweater, and a linen stitch scarf (for Emi at work).  I’m working on a felted bag and some things for my “pay it forward.” There will be pictures soon, I promise.