Humour and the Memory

If only I had the camera handy and it was appropriate to capture the moment. OK, lets be real, I would have done it if the camera was handy. I would have foregone the 'appropriate' part for the sake of humour and the memory.

This morning Zali fell off the swing.

I was rocking the swing and she happily sat in amusement, laughing at me tickling her little pink 'piggies' and blowing kisses and basically mucking around with her each time she swung forward. Griffy was sitting in the baby swing gnawing on the plastic harness in his own little world.

I had committed my arms to the 'push' movement as Zali lifted off the seat slightly . . . so when I pushed the swing I, really truly, did push the swing . . . right out from under her. (gee, I can't help but laugh as I write this) The swing kept swinging and she flew up and straight back down. Flat on her back she looked up at me with a look of shock. It all happened so fast, but the reality set in quick and she let out a few tears and cries . . . from the surprise of it all, she wasn't actually hurt. After a quick hug (and Griff looked sideways in her general direction then kept gnawing away) she was back on the swing for another push - see, all good!

It would have been hilarious to watch in slow-mo!

The other little incident involves Vegemite. Man, I am already sniggering.

Once upon a time there was a little girl sitting on the carpet watching the Wiggles. Her beautiful (imagine Snow White) Mummy had made her crispbread with cheese and Vegemite. Sitting next to the little girl was her precious baby brother, who was equally impressed with the movement and noise he was watching on the big 'box'. The birds were chirping outside and the sun was glittering down. A charming day in the world of make believe.

The beautifully stunning Mummy called out a warning to the little girl 'don't leave your biscuits near the baby, he cannot eat them' as she continued to tidy the kitchen.

Luckily the timing was spot on. As the baby boy toppled over from his sitting position on the carpet, his beautifully stunning Mummy re-entered the room to sit on her jewelled throne and sip Lipton tea from the delicate rose coloured china. As fast as Cathy Freeman she somersaulted through the air to the baby's aid as the little girl called 'he's got my biscuit!' You see, as the small man toppled over, he went in the same direction as the plate holding the last (open) Vegemite crispbread.

As the beautifully stunning Mummy saw her precious baby and the damage, she was viciously torn between right and wrong (oops, I mean 'memory keeping'). Should she remove the crispbread stuck to his eye like a patch or run for the camera? The dilemma was unimaginable.

She chose to take a quick mental picture - his perfect porcelain skin, one gorgeous blue eye, an unsure expression. The Vegemite was like glue sticking to his eyebrow and upper cheek to hold the crispbread like a diamond shaped patch on his right eye. Very cute and very funny.

The little girl lost her last biscuit but happily returned her focus to the Wiggles. The beautifully stunning Mummy removed the edible patch and, between giggles, removed the Vegemite from the baby's face. All was good once again.

Note: no child was hurt in the making of this Australian fairytale.