So, this week...My youngest pulled a VERY heavy glass table top onto herself. It was our entryway table and one end landed on her meaty little thighs, the other on her feet (she fell to her buns as she pulled it down). My husband & I were both in the room and got to her at the same time. I lifted the glass & he pulled her out from under it and gave her a head-to-toe exam--twice (YAY for Daddy being an EMT!). It's a miracle she didn't break both legs. Later, my oldest & I jammed our toes together in a mother-daughter clutz moment, and my toe nail slid under the skin of one of her little toes deep enough to create a big wound. :-( She was okay until she got in the pool at swim lessons & yelped from all the chlorine in her owie.
The next day was a 2-bath, 3-shirt day for my youngest. :-) I bathed her in the morning (she got out by herself because she had to poop & didn't want to do it in the tub--good girl), then I changed her shirt after lunch because about 1/3 of the peanut butter from her lunch ended up on it. She worked up a sweat at her grandparents' house, then came home to dig in the dirt. So, I bathed her again. She got out of THAT bath to pee in the floor, then, after slipping and skating around the bathroom floor in it for a bit, she got back in the tub. Again, I'm grateful for her thought not to pee in the tub, but it created a gross mess on the bathroom floor.
THEN, my oldest said she wasn't hungry at dinnertime (I made one of her favorites), and I discovered her temperature was 102. Well, stink.
Life is never boring with these two little ones. :-) I love them to pieces and wouldn't trade my mommy job for anything.
I can't help asking at the end of each day, though: When does my husband get home?
I, too, have my faults...How did I discover the screen on the back door needed to be cleaned? I ran into it full-force and bounced off with a dirty forehead and nose! It's clean now. My pride on the other hand...let's just say my family all saw me do it.
Me, to my husband (early this moring):
"I just opened the windows & it's really muggy out. Weird."
minutes later... rumble-rumble-KA-BOOOOOM-BOOM-OOM-rumble-rumble!!!
That's when I went from the dining room to my bedroom across the house in about 3 leaps. I hadn't seen the forecast and I'm terrified of thunder. Yes, THUNDER. Yeah, I know lightning is the one that can hurt, but I can close my eyes and the light goes away. Thunder, though.... it's just not my friend.