Shiner

It's usually not good when Nana Cheryl calls me at work, so I was nervous right away when she called at lunch time on Friday.  Sure enough, she was calling to report an accident.  Tucker fell, hit the coffee table, and busted his eye open.  She put a steri-strip on it and didn't think he needed stitches but wanted me to come look just in case.  I usually err on the side of "he's okay... no big deal" because he so tough but since he had a 1/2 inch gash on his eyelid, I was a little hesitant to tell him to just rub some dirt on it.  I totally didn't want to sit in the ER for 3 hours just to have them put Neosporin on it and send us on our way either though. 

Luckily, we have a great athletic trainer at my school who was more than willing to take a look at it for me.  We headed out to the field house where he was worked up just like one of our state champion football players.  Coach has seen his share of cuts, breaks, tears, etc. so I was confident he'd know what we'd need to do.  Thank goodness he said a trip to the ER wasn't necessary.  He cleaned it up and put some derma-bond on it... what he said they would if we went to the hospital. 

Yesterday morning, the cut was almost completely closed up... but he did have a pretty nice little shiner.  Poor Tuck...

Don't Do This at Home

I have to preface this with "I do the dishes, keep a pretty clean house, and don't generally hide things in the oven." But desperate times, call for desperate measures...

I preheated the oven for what I wish I could say was this gourmet meal or something. But unfortunately, it was for bagel bites. What can I say? I'm a junk food junkie.

Anyway, after about 5 minutes, smoke started billowing out of the kitchen. I immediately knew what happened. You see, yesterday we had someone call and want to come look at the house unexpectedly. In true mom fashion, I stashed the cake pan and plastic lid (that housed some cupcakes that I finished off earlier), the muffin pan from breakfast, and an empty Tupperware container that wouldn't fit in the dishwasher into the oven. I knew the home buyers wouldn't look there.

Yep, you guessed it. I totally forgot they were in there when I pre-heated the oven. The Tupperware container and the cake-pan lid totally melted all over my oven. We had to evacuate the house due to the horrible nostril-burning fumes created by the melting plastic.

Here are my poor air bake pans... ruined by the 40 year old melted Tupperware....



Okay, this totally reminds me of another embarrassing story. I'm not sure why I feel so compelled to share tonight. I guess I need some sympathy "don't feel bad, I've done that before too" comments.

Anyway, when I was a new mom and worried about sterilizing everything, I put two nasal aspirators in the microwave sterilizer that I had for the babies' bottles. I thought, "hey... their bottles are plastic too, so no problem, right? " Yea, I learned the hard way. They came out completely melted and stuck together. Wish I had a picture of that to share with new moms.

Note to self... just do the dishes already. And don't stash things in the oven, it's a fire hazard.

Beware...

The gross factor on this post is pretty high... so get ready.

I'll start by saying that boys are gross. I think they're just programmed that way. It's not something they're taught or they fall into because of peer pressure. They are just G-R-O-S-S. (No offense to all the great boys in my life. I love you and it's nothing personal.) Anyway, I was first reminded how gross boys are when I had to search some lockers in our Varsity Football Locker Room recently. I won't get into how totally disgusting it was, but I felt like I needed a shower when I was finished.

Anyway, I was reminded of their grossness again today... and this time by Tucker. I'll start by saying he either 1.) has a little stomach bug, or 2.) the lasagna we had for dinner last night isn't agreeing with him. Are you ready for this horror story...

During nap time today Tucker decided to take off his pants. This is something he's started doing in the middle of the night too. Some mornings he has one leg in and one leg out, and some mornings he's naked as a jay bird. I guess we need to go back to footed pajamas, but I digress.

So... first, he took off his pants. And then, he took off his diaper. Unfortunately, the diaper was full of last night's lasagna and he thought it would be great fun to use it as finger paint. He painted the sheets, the crib, himself... anything within reach. He had it in his hair, under his fingernails, on his shirt... all over. Can you imagine walking into this nightmare?! Neither can I. And I can honestly say that I am SO glad I didn't have to. Of course, I was totally mortified when the babysitter told us what happened. But I do have to admit, I'm SO glad it happened at her house rather than mine.

See, I told you boys are gross. Poor Nana Cheryl... I think I'll take her some duct tape and rubber gloves tomorrow.