Splish Splash, I Was Taking a Bath

Will and Claire took a bath together for the first time last night. It will also probably be the last time for quite a while, just because of the sheer volume that was created in that short time frame. My ears are still ringing. All they did was shriek at each other. Albeit, it was happy, laughing shrieking, but it was still shrieking nonetheless. They had a great time, though. The picture below captures it perfectly:

Will also got a pretty major goose-egg on his forehead yesterday while running through the house and not looking where he was going. OUCH!!

A Rite of Passage

Last night when the kids and I got home from church, I was getting Will ready for his bath. Imagine the scene: the shower is running, Claire is in her carseat in the hall, looking into the bathroom and screaming to get out, Frank (the dog) is trying to stick his nose in every one's business, Will is naked and has just gotten an M&M candy for going pee in the potty. Then, somehow, he manages to trip over my foot and smacks his face on the bathroom floor. Yep, we've got a busted lip, and it isn't pretty! The above picture does not do it justice. I need to try to get him to take another one today.

Anyway, the poo really hit the fan. It was a scream-fest for several minutes. Since he was eating an M&M, I couldn't tell if the little white pieces in his mouth were un-coated candy or tooth. I wasn't sure how big the cut was or if he'd gotten both his top and bottom lip or just the bottom. I called Scott, who was at an elders' meeting in the melee and asked him to please come home and help with damage control. Thankfully, we live pretty near the the church building! What an adventure. Also, we are glad that Will just got his bottom lip and he's fine today...acting as if everything is normal.

C-bad

Tomorrow morning, Will and I are headed to the great metropolis of Carlsbad, New Mexico! Although I really dislike driving (especially by myself and then on top of that, being by myself with Will), I am really looking forward to it. We are going to visit my dear friend Kara who will soon be adding another little boy to her precious family. She is scheduled to have him on May 3rd, so I wanted to see her and visit before he gets here and things start to get crazy. I haven't seen Kara since September, so our visit is long overdue. Please pray for us as we travel...I tend to be a nervous driver sometimes.

In case you are wondering, my foot is feeling pretty good, unless I have to wear shoes. I went to Wal-Mart on Tuesday morning and put shoes (flip-flops) on for the first time since Sunday after church and it just about killed me walking around because the straps were wide enough that they were rubbing right against the top of my bruise. So, I splurged on a pair with super-skinny straps for all of $4.88.

For the last two days, Will has decided that naps are not his thing. Yesterday he slept for about 20 or 30 minutes. Today when I picked him up from school, his little info sheet said "I slept," and then the times the teacher wrote were "from 12:50 to 1:15." I thought, "that ain't sleep." I tried with no avail to get him to nap when we got home. So, we've had a very tired little boy on our hands at bedtime, which I guess is sort of good. Will is also doing great with his new bed. He can get up on it and down off of it by himself and we haven't found him sleeping on the floor in several days. I'm so glad that he decided that the bed was a good place to sleep :)

This will probably be my last post for the month of March, so happy weekend and check back with me in April :)

Ouch!

Yesterday morning while I was getting dressed in my closet, I somehow mananged to hit a metal box that was precariously sitting on a shelf above my clothes and it fell on top of my foot. Let me tell you, I really thought it was broken for a while. It hurt REALLY bad. I screamed for about 15 seconds. Of course, Will was standing right next to me, so I probably scared the living daylights out of him, but he doesn't seem to be permanently scarred in any way. I didn't make him cry, so that was good. This picture isn't great, but you can sort of see the discoloration on the top of my foot. I've got a pretty good bruise. I spent the rest of the day with my foot elevated and iced. Fun!

And here is my bad-mother-of-the-day story. I was unloading the dishwasher this afternoon and Will was hanging around near me, playing with cars and such. He was driving the cars on the open door and I was just working away. Then something made my ears perk up. He said, "Mmm, good." I looked down to find him licking his finger and putting it back into the the leftover dishwashing liquid in the little flap on the door. I didn't really "freak out," but it did scare me. I of course told him not to do that anymore and read the back of the bottle. It said to call the poison control center or a medical professional right away. So, I made my first ever call to the poison control center of Texas. The man I spoke with was very nice and told me that Will would most likely be fine, if anything he might have some burning in his mouth or possibly vomitting and nausea. Well, thankfully, none of that happened...he probably only put a 1/32 of a teaspoon full (if that) in his mouth. The man said to just make sure he drank plenty of water. What an experience that was!

So, there ya go...my two crazy stories for the day. Hope you enjoyed. I will leave you with a couple more random pictures from the last few days.

Will in his own little lawn chair

Livin' (or sleepin') on the edge...Will likes to get in our bed in the wee hours of the morning and force us over to one side, giving us about 10 inches of our king size bed to sleep on. Am I sure I like the idea of him being able to get out of bed by himself?