Monday, July 12, 2004
I'm still standin'...barely
ppppppppppppth. Ok. Let's see. Thursday I get a call from John. It seems that while John thought Ian was in the bathroom playing in the sink, he was actually trying to get a bottle of window paint open. When he couldn't get the plastic ring off, he went and got my sissors (mental note: find a new hiding spot for sissors) and tried to cut it off. He gouged his thumb pretty deep and started bleeding. He tried to get it to stop by washing it and putting bandaids on it but wasn't having a lot of luck. So, rather than tell Daddy he had cut himself doing something he knew he wasn't supposed to do, he snuck upstairs and hid in our bed. John sent Aidan looking for Ian and she came back to report that Ian was upstairs watching movies. (mental note to John: don't send the three year old when you haven't seen the five year old for half an hour. Go look yourself) So John made lunch and went upstairs to tell Ian it was ready. He found the poor little guy curled up under the covers. The bleeding had stopped at that point, at least. So, since John can't drive yet, I had to leave work to go take Ian to the emergency room. The cut was pretty deep, but the doctor decided that he could use that purple glue stuff to close it up rather than getting stitches so that was actually pretty cool.
Friday I get a call from John. Auntie and Philip are coming over Saturday morning. UGH. The house is in a state of abject chaos and he gives me less than a day's notice that company is coming. Well, the kids and John help Friday night and Saturday morning and we get the downstairs in some semblance of order. Auntie and Philip come and they bring Hannah which is actually a great thing for the kids. Hannah is Auntie's grandaughter. She is about 5 months younger than Aidan. The kids had a great time playing together. We walked down the street to the church since they were having a flea market and Auntie and Philip wanted to find something for Ian for his graduation. The cool part was they had pony rides. So Ian and Aidan went on pony rides. Actually Aidan was the first one on the pony. She really wanted to ride "Pinto" just like Dora the Explorer. LOLOL She went over and petted the pony when the ride was over and watched him eat some grass with great facination. :oD There was also a baby pygmy goat that the kids petted and a dog. Aidan is absolutely fearless around animals. We were both lucky that dog was friendly. Sheesh.
After the rides the torential downpour started so we scurried under a tent to wait out the worst of it. Aidan and Hannah had a good time, they were holding hands and walking around. Ian
really wanted to go out and play in the rain so I told him he could. He got soaked but he had fun. The only problem was when he splashed in the puddles and didn't stop when one of the ladies told him to. I had to doom him for that. Otherwise a pretty good day.
Sunday rolls around and I am beat. The kids come in our room at like 6 am, like they always to. They watch some movies on the bed while I snooze. Then around 8 I tell Ian to go downstairs and have Daddy change the bandage on his hand cause that has to be done every day. Now Ian has done this the last two mornings without difficulty so I don't even think about it. Aidan goes down with him and I figure, great Daddy can look after them for a bit (he can't climb the stairs yet so he sleeps on the couch). I lay back down for a second and fall back asleep. A couple hours later I hear tires screech in the street in front of the house and I jump up to see what's going on. When I reach the top of the stairs I see the front door open and the kids are outside. Knowing that if Daddy took them outside he wouldn't use the front door, he would use the kitchen door I immediately run down the stairs, yell at the kids to get into the house, peek in the living room and sure enough, Daddy is still asleep in the couch. Famillial SNAFU. Now there is enough blame in this situation to go around but in order to drive home the point that going outside alone is bad and dangerous the kids get doomed to their room. After they are let out for lunch and then sent back John and I talk about it and I just break down crying. I am an unstable mess.
To give them credit, I have no idea how they managed to unlock the front door and unlatch the screen door. Ingenious little buggers. And it would seem that they have also figured out how to lift the screens up on the windows because after I left to go shopping Daddy found Aidan halfway out the livingroom window onto the porch. So now we have to keep the windows closed and locked in their room until we can figure out a way to secure the screens on the windows. Their room is on the second floor. GAD! If anyone has any suggestions for that, we're all ears.
On the pet front I made an interesting discovery yesterday when I was in the pet store picking up hermit crab food and fish flakes. It seems that Spot is a Carribbean Hermit Crab. These are particularly aggressive crabs and it isn't recommended that they be put in close quarters with other crabs. That would explain what happened to Shelly and Little Shelly. The pet store lady said that these crabs have been know to literally pull other hermit crabs out of their shells and eat them. No easy feat, mind you, cause those little suckers dig in tight to their shells. So we have to jury rig a divider in the crabitat if we are going to get more hermit crabs. The good news is that the pet store keeps a good stock of the critters so we shouldn't have any trouble getting some once we figure out how to keep Spot from eating them. LOLOL
And that was my weekend. How was yours. :oD
Peace
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