10 September 2010

comedy of errors

Sometimes you just have to laugh. 


Today started out really well. Nick let me sleep in (always the best way to start my morning). I got up to three smiling little boys, ready for breakfast. We said goodbye to Dada and then enjoyed our toast and melon together. Then it was playtime before the babies took their naps.  I corralled Lute and George into the living room and was ready to go back to the kitchen for Eddie. He was pretty content rummaging through the cup drawer - the one place he can go at it in the kitchen with no danger. Famous last words.


I called to him to come with me, which of course had zero effect. As I walked toward him to bring him along, he lost his footing and smacked his lip right on the "safe" drawer, splitting it open. Bleeding and screaming, he needed a little love. As I cuddled him into the living room, more screams erupted. This time from Lute. He had been playing with the airplane I proudly fashioned out of a diaper box, and in his enthusiastic attempts to catapult it across the living room (while inside of it, mind you), he slipped and hit his head on the hinge of our armoire. I didn't know what to do. Lute or Eddie? Then I saw the blood. Lute.


I calmly swept Lute into my arms and beelined it for the sink where I washed the blood away to assess the damage. Not too bad, but enough to make me queasy. I put pressure on it, held him at the kitchen table and tried to calm him down, all while trying to figure out if this might require stitches. As I was processing, Eddie (now over his split lip) had quietly made his way to my side, which also happened to be near the toaster oven, which happened to be hot from our toast the hour before. Without my noticing he opened it up and stuck his hand right in. More screaming. This all happened in less than three minutes.


With Eddie happy to play with an ice pack, and Lute calmed and holding a paper towel to his head, I made sure George wasn't in any immediate danger. Good ol' George was fine. I took the boys (quickly and safely) into the living room, shut all the doors and reassessed the wounds.  Eddie, good as new, looked for new trouble to get into. Lute was excited about a bandage on his head, and Mama was very glad to put the babies to bed, turn Mickey Mouse on for Lute, and pour herself a strong cup of coffee.


We are so not leaving the house today.

10 comments:

  1. new follower from SITS! Great blog! and yes sounds like an awesome morning ;)

    Christy

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  2. Don't you just love this age when they're into everything? Glad to hear there were no serious injuries. Stopping by from SITS!

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  3. wow, that was a pretty eventful morning...and it wasnt even nap time yet...

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  4. In analyzing this whole situation, I think the thing that really saved the day, and your sanity, is the ice pack. Man, whoever supplied that was a genious. And, I think you maybe could have had something a little stronger than coffee...

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  5. Oh Carina! Sounds crazy. Hope there is a glass of Pinot in your future. Happy to hear the boys are ok, though.

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  6. Sounds like a crazy day! Glad everyone is ok :)

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  7. what a crazy mnorning- I hope I won't have too many of them lol it sure puts a damper to things! passed by from SITS

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  8. It is a boy thing! Total boy thing! And the adventure is just beginning:)

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  9. It is a boy thing! Total boy thing! And the adventure is just beginning:)

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  10. It seems like mornings like this are becoming the norm around here too. :) Thank goodness for that coffee!

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