Ivy Jean Gunn is officially six
months old. Today.
Living in a house with Sally makes
that a remarkable statement.
I think I’ll say it again…
Ivy Jean Gunn is six months old.
She is adorable.
She has soft, curly, almost white
hair.
Baby blue eyes.
A red little bow of a mouth.
A tiny nose.
And a soft little, hugable tummy.
She is, in a word, perfect.
To say that little girl has wrapped
every member of our household around her little, baby fingers would be a vast
understatement.
But the most smitten has to be her
father.
The former crusty marine, Major
Peter Gunn.
Okay, I really don’t know what he
was like as a major. I only know him as the man who took on Sally.
And won.
That probably says everything.
Back to Ivy Jean.
And Sally.
Because it is Ivy Jean’s six-monthaversary,
Sally decided she needed to take her little sister to the park for Gelato. Because in the words of Sally, “It was time to
get her education going.”
Whatever that means…
A side note here: A Gelato cart has moved into the park across the street
for the summer. They serve the real kind. With a paddle, not a scoop. Ahem…
Sally dressed Ivy Jean in something
absorbent. Because…gelato.
Coated the baby liberally in sunscreen. And bundled her into her stroller.
Then she, Ivy Jean and Mort started
out.
You have to know they really only
had to cross the street.
Really.
The rest of us were watching from
the front window.
I’m not sure, but I think Dad had
the front door open a crack for a quick get-away.
Just in case.
The park was bustling with walkers,
runners, picnic-ers...
and at least one group playing soccer.
Rather typical of a Saturday in such
a place in the summer time.
I saw Scary Gary and his brother
sitting on the ground between the cart and the tree line a short distance away,
both enjoying a cup of deliciousness. They waved to Sally and Mort as they
approached.
A pair of frisky
dogs were running loose—something that didn’t happen often in our
pet-conscious neighbourhood—on the near side of the park, close to the street. Tails
wagging happily, they appeared to be sniffing everyone enthusiastically. But
hadn’t yet found their absent owner if the obvious lack of consternation/signs
of discipline were any indication.
Sally, Mort and The Princess made
their way across the grass toward the gelato cart. The adults in their small
group (I use this term loosely) were having an animated discussion, probably vis-à-vis
the sweet, creamy possibilities ahead.
And then it happened.
Now, if you saw this in a movie,
you’d applaud the director, the choreographer and all the extras.
In real life, it’s hard to know what
to do other than stare in disbelief…
Sally and Mort were approaching the
gelato wagon from the hitch end.
A group of children stood around
the wide window choosing their treats to Sally and Mort’s left.
Other people stood at random around
the park doing ‘park’ stuff. (see above) Scary Gary and his brother were
opposite Sally and Mort in the shade of the trees that edged the park.
The road curved gently behind them.
Sally and Mort, I mean.
A soccer ball suddenly appeared from out of nowhere, headed straight toward Sally’s head. In classic ‘Sally’ fashion, she reacted, hitting it with her head and sending it into the street.
The two loose dogs immediately started after it.
A loud honking and the
screech of tires jerked everyone’s head around.
A car, moving at an excessive rate
of speed considering it was navigating a quiet, busy neighbourhood, swerved to
avoid the two dogs, jumped the curb and was suddenly barreling down on Sally, Mort and Ivy
Jean.
Not to mention the gelato cart.
From the corner of my eye, I saw
Dad charge out the front door.
Sally grabbed both Mort and the stroller
and, with super-human (I am not making this up) strength, leaped sideways dumping
both her husband and her niece into the arms of Dad. Ummm…where did he come
from?
But Sally didn’t stop there.
Nope.
She charged toward the cart, moving
just ahead of the car bumper by this point.
She managed to scrape the entire
group of children off to one side.
I saw the gelato owner leap wildly
from his own window just as the car careened (don’t you love that word?) into
the cart, sending it with a massive jolt toward the trees.
I heard Sally scream at SG and his
brother from atop her dogpile of shocked-but-alive children as the car rolled
past her.
The two boys reacted swiftly, as
did everyone else in the vicinity.
The car stopped about then.
But the cart, having taken on a velocity
of its own, continued on toward the trees.
The last any of us saw of it was when
it was fondly enfolded into the green embrace of several dozen trees.
Of course, things didn’t end there.
We could hear the poor thing as it
continued down the slope just inside the tree line. The sudden silence as it
finally found the ravine—the same one in which Sally and Mort had so
significantly lost their tree just a few months ago.
And the loud crash as it finally
ended its little sojourn somewhere at the bottom.
There was a shocked silence for a
quarter of a second.
Then the screams as parents
frantically began to hunt for their offspring—many of whom were still in Sally’s
arms.
Everyone was safe. Largely due to
Sally’s quick thinking and quicker reflexes.
But I doubt whether Mom and Dad
will ever let Ivy Jean out again.
Well, until she’s…you know…forty.
There followed a lot of tearful thanking
and congratulating.
Which will most likely result in
another parade in Sally’s honour.
Sigh.
Each month, our intrepid leader, Karen of Baking in a Tornado, receives words from each of us.
Which she then distributes amongst the group.
None of us knows who will get our words OR what they will do to with them.
This month, my words: dogs
~ absorbent ~ possibilities
~ gelato ~ sigh ~ frisky
Came to me from Jenniy at Climaxed the Blog.
Thank you, my friend!
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