Cyclops

I have to admit, Mr Blue Eyes is the victim of second child syndrome. For example he is already one and I have yet to get professional pictures of him. Terrible, I know. The grandparents are asking. I am pretty sure he is beginning to get a complex.

Probably not.

Maybe I am.

I finally came to realize that these pictures weren't going to take themselves. I just needed to schedule an appointment and follow through. I went online, scheduled an appointment, and asked grandma to come along for help. My goal was to have them taken before I went back to Iowa to visit family.

Wednesday, the kids were bathed. I curled our Brown Eyed Girl's hair. I dressed them in new coordinating outfits. We were ready for pictures!

We met grandma at the mall and realized that the mall doesn't open until 10 - the same time as our appointment. After wondering around a sporting goods store for ten minutes, we were finally able to head in the mall for picture day. I walked up to the counter, gave them my name, and received a very confused look. The lady then proceeds to tell me that she doesn't have an appointment for me. What?!?!

A few clicks of her mouse and she informs me that I made the appointment with a different studio. Of course I did... I started perspiring. I couldn't make eye contact. My stress level was rising.

The good news was, She could fit us in right after another family. Perfect!

I finished getting our Brown Eyed Girl dressed and we sat down to wait. My kids were on crack, practically climbing the walls. Of course today, of all days, they choose to be wild monkeys. I can't explain it. I don't know why I get so worked up over events like this. I will admit it. I am not a cool, calm and collected mom. I am a bit of a head case when it comes to stressful situations. Common sense shuts off. This is why I needed my mommy there to help me. 

I was so preoccupied with making sure our Brown Eyed Girl didn't get her white, jean skirt dirty - what the hell was I thinking buying her a white skirt - that I let Mr Blue Eyes get down on the floor. Just as I saw the photographer coming out to retrieve us, Mr Blue Eyes made a break for it.

A hundred miles per hour his little knees scurried out the studio into the mall. I jumped up and ran after him. As I attempted to scoop him up off the floor, he arched his back, twisted just so, let out a devilish giggle, and... Slipped. Right. Out. Of. My. Hands.

It may have only been 6 inches from the ground, but on the hard marble flooring his melon made a thug noise.

I will be honest; I expected blood.

Nope. Just a loud scream, tears, redness and a quickly growing goose egg. Right above is right eye. Purple hues rapidly developing.

 

Well there goes that idea!

Grandma tried to make lemonade out of lemons, "We are in a mall. How about we buy a little cover-up?"

Ummm No. I was not putting make-up on a baby. Besides, he looked like Cyclops. You can't cover up that protruding growth on his head.

So I made a decision.

We were out of there! I was not about to (finally) pay for pictures with a huge goose egg on his head.All that work, all that effort. Kids!

So disappointed.

With our day shot to hell, off to the park for some fresh air and decompressing. 

His outfit sure was cute. 

After about an hour, the lump wasn't as red anymore. You could see the bruise developing.

...and the growth sticking out from his head.

He still is the cutest!