I have removed the photo you have found so fascinating over the past several months. Really? Eight visits this week? 40 this month? 254 visits since June 2010?
Perhaps I should have paid a bit closer attention to my stats, but then again, I really didn't think people would be coming here to peep at photos of my 3-year-old daughter. Way to affirm my faith in humanity.
Oh yeah, I have your IP address. I wonder what I should do with it?
This is my favourite photo of Jane, taken last summer in our backyard. I see a bunch of things in this photo: that smile, the joy of a girl doing her favourite thing in the world. She's pumping by herself for one of the first times, so there's some pride there, too. A keen eye would spot her pink underwear. This was also one of her first days out of a diaper.
Jane had a couple of accidents this week we though would turn her off swinging. The first I didn't see, but heard. I knew she was swinging. I heard a loud "Ooof!", then quiet, then scream/crying. It was the kind of cry that expresses shock, fear, and pain. I'm pretty sure she knocked the wind out of herself.
She explained later that her nose had been itchy, and she tried to scratch it while still swinging.
Jane: I flipped upside down!
I am so glad I didn't see it. She was back on the swing a few minutes later.
Two days after, I was in the yard with the kids. Jane and Alice were swinging while I pitched a softball to Henry. I had promised Jane I'd be over in a few minutes to give her a push.
I walked up behind her, announcing "I'm going to give you a push, Janey." I didn't realize she didn't hear me.
On her backward swing, I put my hands on her back and gave her a good hard shove. I felt her stiffen in surprise. Halfway through her swing going the other way, she gave a little jump. Her butt slipped off the back of her swing, but she still had a hold of the chains with her hands. Momentum carried her up to the apex of her swing, at which point her hands let go. Her legs went straight up, her head went straight down. Her feet hooked around the chains, preventing a vertical drop, but by this time the swing was coming back down. Upside down, suspended by her feet, she came careening back to the ground. Her face dragged in the dirt the full length of one swing.
And I couldn't stop it.
I picked her up. It took a moment for her to cry. When it came, it was that same combination of shock, fear, and pain.
Her one cheek was scratched up pretty good. I'm always amazed by how quickly those things heal. You'd never even notice it today--6 days later.
Later that afternoon she sat back on the swing, but didn't do anything. She just sat there.
Eventually, she asked me for a push.
Jane: But not like last time. Just low, OK?
Three pushes later.
Jane: Higher, Dad! Higher!