Well, we've had quite a week around here.
Monday was fairly normal, nothing out of the ordinary, just a Monday.
Tuesday began normally, but after Caroline's nap quickly turned into anything
but normal. I was doing laundry and Caroline was playing in the hall. (We have a long hallway that connects to all the bedrooms and the kitchen. There is a door from the kitchen to the hallway, and obviously doors lead into all the bedrooms. I close off those doors and while I'm working in the laundry closet, Caroline likes to play in the hall.) I was using OxiClean to work on some set in stains and out of the corner of my eye I notice her bending down to pick up something from the floor. My mind worked quickly (thankfully) and I realized there was NOTHING on the floor when I started on the laundry...I grabbed her and sure enough, she had a small clump of OxiClean in her mouth, chewing away like it was candy. I don't know when I dropped it, but I did. The first thing I did was try and get it out of her mouth, and I did get some, but not all of it. The next thing I did was read the back of the container (I was practically hyperventilating) to see what the warning for ingestion was. It said to drink a full glass of water and seek medical attention immediately. I called Aaron and he decided to come home immediately. I didn't have poison control's number handy (it is now posted inside one of our kitchen cabinets) so I grabbed a bottle of water, plopped her on the counter, began giving her water to drink (she thought this was great, BTW) and then pulled the phone book out and called the ER. The lady there said to call poison control and gave me that number. I got poison control on the line and a really nice lady talked me through everything. Apparently, I was doing everything right. Aaron arrived home. (We're so lucky to live close to his office!) Until this he came in and hugged "his girls" as he calls us, I hadn't shed a tear, but now I was crying openly and breathing heavily. She was fine. She had no reaction at all and seemed to think all Mommy's excitement was fun and something to laugh about. She's a mess! Anyway, we made it through that...my constant prayers during the ordeal were answered right away and I am so thankful for that.
You would think that would be enough excitement for a mundane Tuesday, huh? Nah...when we have excitement, we like to go all out at our house. Later that afternoon Caroline and I were playing in the Grotto (aka..the den) and I went to the kitchen to grab something and lost my balance going up the stairs and tripped over her baby gate. I stumbled for a few seconds, trying to regain my balance, but I didn't. Instead I landed quite hard on the tile floor. I'm still shocked I didn't break my left elbow. Caroline came as quick as her little legs could make it up the stairs (that she's supposed to stay off of, BTW) and her eyes were huge and scared when she entered the kitchen. She cried out "Mama!" and ran over to me. I cuddled her and only afterward realized she said "Mama" and not "Ma" like she usually does. :) Anyway, the fall pulled something in my back and I'm still having trouble with it.
So, after that, I wish I could say that was all. But, no. Wednesday was a good day, I was limping around with my sore back, but all in all, a good day. Aaron even came home early so Caroline was excited to get to play with her daddy. As they were playing, I was in the kitchen getting supper ready, and I hear a big thud, followed by crying. Aaron is talking to her and then they're in the kitchen, and Caroline is screaming by this point. I look up and see the blood...she's fallen and busted her lip against the side of the couch. It looked like her tooth might be loose too, so I took her and headed to her room while Aaron got some ice in a wash cloth. After I examined her, I saw the blood was just from a cut lip, and her tooth was ok. She calmed down with some cuddling and her "Greenby" (her bear/blanket) and was fine. She enjoyed chewing on the ice through the wash cloth too. After a few minutes, she was fine. It did look like someone had punched her in the mouth though. Poor girl! Aaron was really torn up about it since they had been playing when she fell, but I assured him it wasn't his fault and this wouldn't be the last bloody injury she acquires.
The injured...

Aaron was more upset than she was...although, being silly here!

We're glad it's Friday and we're looking forward to a (hopefully!) less exciting weekend!