Little Boy Blue
March 3, 2011 
This kid.
My first born.
My baby. Who is no longer a baby.
My baby, who stirred in me the first emotions of being a mama. I still remember that first night, in the hospital, watching him sleep. Never before had I felt such a fierce desire to protect.
Where do I begin?
Well, let's start here... We've taken to calling him 'Sparky', as he had a close call with an electrical outlet the other night.
Let me preface the story by saying, "I am a good parent! We are good parents!" Because that is what kept running through my mind after it all occurred. "I'm a good mother! I'm a slightly over-protective, paranoid mother! How could this happen?"
And now I realize that this whole thought process must be what goes through many parents' minds when something happens that was just not supposed to happen.
So...
Exactly what did happen?
We had a little scare. Little Blue Eyes and the Mr. were moving some furniture from the basement to the upstairs. Mr. Blue Eyes went upstairs for a moment, leaving Little Blue Eyes in the basement. (He's 4, so we kind of feel like we can leave him unattended for a moment here and there and he'll be alright... Use some good judgement. Well, we used to kind of feel like that. Now we definitely kind of don't feel like that.) In this moment, he picked up a little piece of metal whatsamadinger (I don't know exactly what it was... I can only describe it as looking like the star on a spur) and decided to insert it into the outlet.
Be still, my beating heart.
Thankfully, thankfully, THANK.FULL.Y... The only thing that happened -- in his words, as neither of us was there in that moment -- was a spark, and the lights went out. I was upstairs, on the phone, when I suddenly heard Mr. Blue saying, "What happened?" and Little Blue Eyes sobbing uncontrollably.
Be still, my beating heart.
I ran down, and realized that the lights weren't working, so I ran over to the fuse box and flipped the switch back on. (Which, in hindsight, may not have been a very good idea.) I saw my three loves standing there (Miss Peaches was looking on with concern), looking to be okay, other than the sobbing from Little Blue Eyes. After a moment, he was able to tell us what happened, and that he wasn't hurt, just scared.
Once he calmed down, we had a stern little talking to about the dangers of outlets. The same stern warning I've given him about outlets over and over and over. After all, I'm a good mother. Yet this good mother and father learned a lesson... 4-year-old little boys, though they seem to be becoming so savvy and responsible, just... Aren't.
Hurray! More fuel for my paranoid, over-protectiveness!
Whew. It takes it out of me just telling that little story. In the moment, it drained me. It was just one of those situations... The thought of what could've been, had things gone differently...
Be still, my beating heart!
So let's move on. Here's the 'rundown' on Little Boy Blue...
At this point in his life, his world revolves around just a few things: trains and anything with wheels, wearing shorts, and eating fruits, carbohydrates, and sweets. If we never deviated from these three areas, I think he would be happy as a clam. However, because I'm a good mother (don't mind me, I just need to keep telling myself this), I inflict upon him such things as pants, meat, and denial of candy.
But that's just what he likes/dislikes. Who is he? What is the essence of Little Blue Eyes? Well, ever since the other night, he smells a bit like singed hair.
No! Not! I'm just kidding!
(I must make light of that whole situation somehow!)
Okay, seriously... Little Blue Eyes is very... Sweet. He is a very good boy, a very large portion of the time. He loves being helpful, loves letters and words, and loves to learn how things work. Very mechanical, that one. He spends a large amount of time with his head on the floor, watching the wheels or some other mechanism work as he rolls his toys along. At this point, I'm pretty sure he knows more about the mechanics of just about anything, than I do.
However, when he's not being all of those things, he does have a bit of a stubborn streak. He will set his mind on something he wants to do, and he'll get a little bucky about it if he's not allowed.
He calls construction paper: 'instruction' paper.
He doesn't like getting hair cuts because his neck gets all itchy.
He can write his name, and pretty much every letter of the alphabet.
He collectively calls Mr. Blue Eyes and I 'Mawdad'.
He has traversed approximately a thousand miles across our small house this winter, on his bicycle. (I have the skid marks on our kitchen floor to prove it.)
He chose for himself, at a very tender age, just about the ugliest, reindeer-themed blankie in the world...
He is blissfully unaware of its ugliness. And we're never gonna tell him.
He almost always wakes up before his sister. His morning routine consists of milk, vitamins, and cereal. He will remind you if you forget.
He is totally, totally, totally his dad's boy. Yet he totally, totally, totally has captured his mother's heart.
I can't imagine my life without the little sparkplug.
Little Blue Eyes, The Kids
Reader Comments (7)
If it makes you feel better... I specifically got in trouble because of a sequin in the outlet incident. I just wanted to see if it fit! My mom just didn't understand.
He's such a sweetie! I hope I have a little boy someday who's just like his dad. Hopefully he'll have his daddy's feet. So cute. So so cute.
He's adorable- great pictures!
I can so relate..when it comes to raising boys. I have two sons and I cannot tell you how many times my heart pounded out of my chest from something one of them did at one time or another. I am so glad your scare was just that. "Sparky" is adorable and I love his smile!
The name "Sparky" must run in the family. For some odd reason, my dad calls Noah "Sparky". And not because he stuck a thingamagig in the outlet......just cause!
I am hearing that boys thrive on making their Mama's heart's jump. My little fellas have made my heart do calisthenics on more than one occasion! Thankfully nothing has been put in an outlet...yet!
Glad he is okay! Hopefully that one little spark, sparked out his curiosity to try that again. :)
He seems like such a sweetie. He has the greatest smile.
What a scare with the outlet. Glad that everything is alright.
Ruth
Big [[hugs]] girl. I know that your heart would have been pounding for quite some time after this event. It is amazing how the brain replays all the "what ifs" after something like this.
Don't beat yourself up - kids do these things.
Breathe in, breathe out......
Hey girl, I'm checking in to see how you and the fam are. I hope you are all doing okay. I miss you! :-) *hugs*