When life is like a commercial... Another TMI story...

Have you seen the commercial where the little boy tells his Mommy he went potty and she is super excited until she realizes it is in the bathtub and not the toilet? Well, a similar incident happened at our house this morning. Michael has gotten in to the habit of taking his diaper off because he finds it hilarious to chase his brother and sister around saying, "Wanna see my butt???". So, today while I was nursing, he took his diaper off. I sent him to go get a new one so I could put it on him when I finished nursing. He came out a few seconds later, out of his ROOM no less, and said,"Hey Mom, I pooped." I was like,"Whaaaa???" He said, "Yeah, I pooped actually." (Actually is his new favorite word, he says it after nearly every sentence.) So, Denton went to inspect. The minute he walked in to his room he screamed, "EWWWW!!!!" How exciting for me. I put the baby down and went in to survey the damage, and sure enough, there was a logging trail, right there on the carpet. Good stuff... I will spare you the picture I took and texted to Clint... he wasn't in the house and I felt he shouldn't miss out.

Two mysteries, one week.

Two days ago, Michael fed Scarlett something. He originally told me she was "crying for corn." I was in the next room making dinner, I asked him what he said, turned to wash my hands and she started screaming. I ran in and found his hand half way down her throat and he said she "slallowed a quarter." I actually did panic some. I texted my mom and Clint, they both asked if she was breathing...

Small rabbit trail.... if my baby were not breathing, I wouldn't be texting, come on.

Okay, back to the point. She was fine. She nursed and calmed down quickly. I searched the floor and found no sign of money. Michael calls all money a quarter. I didn't feel like she could have swallowed a quarter or any money. Michael was insistent that he had fed her something and she had "slallowed" whatever it was... We decided to just watch her. Surely showing up to the ER with two kids over the course of three days flags you and puts you on some sort of list.

Fast forward two days, I was changing my dear Scarlett' s diaper and... tmi alert.... a popcorn kernel fell out of her butt.

To add to a fun week of concussions and swallowing foreign objects... I walked in to my laundry room at 6:30 this morning to find my two gerbils had sprung themselves from jail. I was not thrilled, nor was Clint when I woke him up before seven on his day off. Luckily, we quickly discovered that they had both escaped the cage and had immediately fallen in to the open washer and become trapped.... HA!!!! Idiots....

Brain injuries and Bunny Rabbits

Accidents happen in a matter of seconds, unexpected, and unpleasant. We had one such accident on Saturday. Our sweet Michael was sitting on the top bleacher in the dugout with his blastball team. It was a picturesque scene. All the little uniformed kiddos, lined up in a row, chewing bubble gum and chatting, waiting for the other team to show up. Daddy was standing in front of him talking to another mom, and I was standing behind the dugout to take advantage of the shade for my sleepy girl, Scarlett.

I guess in a child's mind, Daddy is ALWAYS ready to catch them, and on a whim, Michael stood up on that 3 foot high bleacher and jumped to his Daddy without a word of warning. He slammed into him and fell to the ground, catching the base of his head right on the edge of the bottom bleacher. It was loud, it was scary, it was similar to a lot of other times he has fallen and hurt himself. Expect when Daddy picked him up his head was to the side and his body was rigid, then in an instant he was crying, dirt smudged all over his handsome little face.

We tried the usual stuff, snacks, juice, water, to cheer him up. I wiped the dirt off his face and sat down with him in my lap. His head was sweaty, his face turned grey and his lips went white. Then his head fell back and his eyes closed, that was when we knew this wasn't like the other times. We yelled a half hearted apology to our team and took off for the car. I sat with him in my lap for the short trip to the hospital, shaking him and engaging him so he would stay awake.

We were at the hospital for less than two hours but every second felt like a week. When they put the cervical collar over his face and he didn't flinch, I knew something must be terribly wrong. He went in for his CT scan and Daddy held his hand while I waited with the other kids in the hall. He told Daddy he was scared, we were all scared. Denton told me he was afraid his baby brother was going to die. I assured him he was fine, he just needed to get checked.

Our brave boy

After the CT, the real Michael started coming back. He started to talk, he noticed the baby crying in the next room, he began to get angry about the collar, and he wanted a SNACK! What a joy to hear him cry and be grumpy! The scan was clear for head and neck, the figured he had a mild concussion, was maybe knocked out, and had been in shock. We met my mom for lunch at Taco Casa and by the time we left, he was attempting to jump off the top of the booth (lesson well learned! HA!)

That day, every time I looked at him I thought I would cry. I can't imagine my life without this maniac. Last night he ran around the house to find Daddy, and he came back in seconds screaming and terrified. I grabbed him and asked what was wrong. Through his tears and panic he said "THERE WAS A BUNNY WABBIT OVER DER!!!!" I couldn't help but laugh, I told him bunnies were nice, he said "There are SCAWY!!!" Keep away from my baby boy, you wascaly wabbits!!