Friday, January 30, 2009
Matt 4 years, Marcy 5 1/2 months
When Matt was about 4 years old, we were visiting a co-worker of mine. She had a lovely home with lots of antiques, so I was really nervous about taking a toddler in to the house. Mike took him outside to visit with her husband and see the goats he raised. The next thing I heard was Matt screaming bloody murder. He had fallen into the pots of cactus on their front porch. I hadn't any idea what to do. I wanted to take him and leave, but we ended up using tweezers and tape to pull all the fuzzy little spines out of his arms and hands. While we were driving out of the yard we could hear the baby goats crying. Matt said, "Listen, Dad, they're saying my name." We still tease him about it.