Thursday, May 22, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
fun at Riverfest
all 3 boys and I, except that Ethan wouldn't smile because he was thirsty, and wanted to get a drink first and take pictures later...
so here's a picture of happy Ethan on the Piston Cup inflatable
You can see a few more pictures from our day here.
baby kisses
We were trying to get him to look at the camera, but I am glad Heath captured this instead.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
I believe in guardian angels
I just fell in our basement with Samuel in my arms. He flew out of my arms, just as if I had intentionally thrown him. It was terrifying.
He's fine. I'm fine. We're both a little shaken up and don't want to let go of each other.
What happened is this: He climbed the bottom five basement stairs, to the landing and looked back at me with a huge smile to make sure I was still watching. He had done this at least three times already today, and just like the other times, I went over to get him safely down. Our basement floor is tile, and I don't want him to accidentally fall back down those five steps.
What I didn't take into account was that the obstacle I had put in front of the stairs to discourage his exploration would tangle my steps as I backed down the stairs and tried to turn around to go back into the family room. I started falling forward with no way to catch myself. I don't even know how or where I fell because I was just watching in horror as Samuel flew out of my arms. Strangely, he didn't land on the hard tile at the bottom of the stairs. He landed face down in a pile of clothes under a small table to the right of the stairs. The pile of clothes was enough to cushion his fall. He was absolutely unharmed. Not only did he fall to the right of where I was heading, he managed to land completely under the table, where the soft pile of clothes was, without hitting his head on the table itself. Amazing.
He's fine. I'm fine. We're both a little shaken up and don't want to let go of each other.
What happened is this: He climbed the bottom five basement stairs, to the landing and looked back at me with a huge smile to make sure I was still watching. He had done this at least three times already today, and just like the other times, I went over to get him safely down. Our basement floor is tile, and I don't want him to accidentally fall back down those five steps.
What I didn't take into account was that the obstacle I had put in front of the stairs to discourage his exploration would tangle my steps as I backed down the stairs and tried to turn around to go back into the family room. I started falling forward with no way to catch myself. I don't even know how or where I fell because I was just watching in horror as Samuel flew out of my arms. Strangely, he didn't land on the hard tile at the bottom of the stairs. He landed face down in a pile of clothes under a small table to the right of the stairs. The pile of clothes was enough to cushion his fall. He was absolutely unharmed. Not only did he fall to the right of where I was heading, he managed to land completely under the table, where the soft pile of clothes was, without hitting his head on the table itself. Amazing.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
2:45 a.m.
It's a quarter till three in the morning. I awake to Heath kicking me. Oops, I left my earplugs in, and it's my night to take care of the kids. Quickly remove earplugs and hear Ethan scream-crying something unintelligible. As I move toward his room, realize he's saying, "I want jammas!" Huh? Ethan, you want pajamas on? "Yeah, I want jammas." I move closer to his bed, and Jacob yells, "Watch out for my puke! It's behind the ladder!" WHAT? Now Ethan sobs, "It's on my pillow!"
Jacob has thrown up over the side of the bunk bed, and it is dripping down every rung of the ladder and has landed half on Ethan's bed and pillow and half on the floor - and splattered onto a haphazard pile of bedtime books.
I step back into our bedroom and tell Heath what's happened. I stand back and appraise what might be the best way to clean this up. Try to clear cobwebs from my brain.
I step back into our bedroom again. "Did you understand what I said, honey?" Heath comes and joins me, and promptly declares this is going to make him throw up. He returns to bed.
Hmmm.
Okay, first step. Have Ethan crawl to foot of his bunkbed, crawl out of bed and go get in with Daddy. Demand that Daddy get up and find new sheets and comforter for bed. Stop Mason (our dog) from his mission to clean up the mess and put him in bed with Ethan. Get out the carpet cleaner.
"Let me go get you something to throw up into next time, Jacob." He says, "I usually just throw up behind or in front of the ladder." Put a huge plastic bowl next to him in bed. Desperately hope he uses it next time.
Spend the next 15 minutes or so using carpet cleaner on the area all around Ethan's bed and wiping, over and over, the ladder, the side rails of Ethan's bed, and 17 books which are now quarantined. Go dump the contaminated carpet cleaner water and begin to clean and disinfect the bathroom sink into which it was dumped. Heath walks by and says, "You dumped it into the sink and not the bathtub?" I say in alarm, "You usually dump it in the bathtub?" We look at each other in puzzled repulsion. "We take baths in there!" I say. Heath shrugs, "I don't."
Heath puts new sheets and comforter on the bed and tucks Ethan in again, after digging out some "jamma" pants for him. I notice that Jacob is back asleep.
Finally, make myself some of the calming herbal tea Melanie gave me to try to get the smell out of my nose and quell the nausea, and sit down to blog about the adventure.
Jacob has thrown up over the side of the bunk bed, and it is dripping down every rung of the ladder and has landed half on Ethan's bed and pillow and half on the floor - and splattered onto a haphazard pile of bedtime books.
I step back into our bedroom and tell Heath what's happened. I stand back and appraise what might be the best way to clean this up. Try to clear cobwebs from my brain.
I step back into our bedroom again. "Did you understand what I said, honey?" Heath comes and joins me, and promptly declares this is going to make him throw up. He returns to bed.
Hmmm.
Okay, first step. Have Ethan crawl to foot of his bunkbed, crawl out of bed and go get in with Daddy. Demand that Daddy get up and find new sheets and comforter for bed. Stop Mason (our dog) from his mission to clean up the mess and put him in bed with Ethan. Get out the carpet cleaner.
"Let me go get you something to throw up into next time, Jacob." He says, "I usually just throw up behind or in front of the ladder." Put a huge plastic bowl next to him in bed. Desperately hope he uses it next time.
Spend the next 15 minutes or so using carpet cleaner on the area all around Ethan's bed and wiping, over and over, the ladder, the side rails of Ethan's bed, and 17 books which are now quarantined. Go dump the contaminated carpet cleaner water and begin to clean and disinfect the bathroom sink into which it was dumped. Heath walks by and says, "You dumped it into the sink and not the bathtub?" I say in alarm, "You usually dump it in the bathtub?" We look at each other in puzzled repulsion. "We take baths in there!" I say. Heath shrugs, "I don't."
Heath puts new sheets and comforter on the bed and tucks Ethan in again, after digging out some "jamma" pants for him. I notice that Jacob is back asleep.
Finally, make myself some of the calming herbal tea Melanie gave me to try to get the smell out of my nose and quell the nausea, and sit down to blog about the adventure.
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