Why is it that of everything in the house - all the toys, all the books, all the harmless cups and bottles and such thing that are in a regular home - kids are going to play with the things that can KILL them?!?!?!
Ok, so perhaps I'm overreacting here, but I was just laying down for a rest.
I turn over, and hear a *CLUNK* . . .
"Oh yeah, that must have been my toiletries bag that I had at the foot of my bed."
I'm so tired that as soon as that thought registers it gets filed in the "not important now" file and I close my eyes again . .
Enter now my walking 1year old totteling about my room, checking in on mommy and I'm trying to ignore him, when I hear *rustle, rustle, rustle* and mommy senses start tingling . .
My thought process: "He's probably in the toiletries bag". . . I do a mental inventory of what's in their: tooth brush, tooth paste, floss, bottle of shampoo, deodorant . . . RAZOR!
Now I know, I NEED to get up and see what he's playing with - because you know he's not playing with the comb or brush . . .
"Of course, the razor" *eye roll*
Well he pulled through unharmed. But that's more than I can say for my 3 year old.
This time my mommy senses gave me no warning when my little spider monkey came crying in the house saying he fell.
That is not uncommon, and I usually don't make a big deal about a fall, except when he showed me his owie it was a PUNCTURE WOUND!
He fell on something, but it was unwitnessed and the best I can gather from him it was some metal protrusion on the porch.
One cancelled game night, trip to the ER and 5 stitches later he is fine . . . as he stands on the top of the little tykes car for toddlers smiling at me . . .
Me? I think I need a drink!