Sunday afternoon we had some friends over for a play date. I had planned on driving them home and heading to a friends house for some craft time.
I put both girls in car seats picked up a friend and headed out.
After turning the car off at our final destination, I turned to pick up some of my supplies to take in the house....out from the back of the car pops a little pokey haired blond kid. Cam. Cute kid, woulda been much cuter had he had ringlets and could sing and tap dance.
He had tucked himself back in the trunk area of the van and hid back there the whole time I drove. drove for 20-25 minutes to pick up, drop off and stop. would this be considered a free range child ? does that count while driving ?
SERIOUSLY !
He wanted to go.
I had to stop at the store on my way home so he not only got to go with mommy...but he got to go to the store...and got a sticker from the cashier And he got to be the only one kid around.
It's been a while since having one on one time with the little pokey haired blond kid.
I don't know that he won't try it again....but I can tell you what....I won't be driving anywhere without checking behind the back seat.
oh and yes, mommy J was frantically looking for him...scouring corners in the house....covering the neighborhood block on foot. ooooh he's lucky we like him.
At lunch time earlier, we had all of the kids sitting at the table waiting to be served.
Nathan's chair was turned skeewampus because we have to turn the babies chairs around in order to get the bungy cord around ALL of the chairs. and we all know how important it is that our chairs are bungy'd.
Any ways. Nathan was just sitting there...minding his own business...waiting patiently to be turned towards the table and served when out of no where he starts screaming his head off and arching his back and standing and sitting and thrashing around. It all happened so fast that I remember thinking What The Crap and then running to him because I knew that it had to be bad by the tone in his scream.
I frantically asked what happened to the other 6 kids who all had a look of complete bewilderment in their faces.
I was holding Nathan to me and turned to walk away so that I could get a better look at him when Spencer starts yelling, "there's a pider on his back !"
I can't explain the feeling...but it was as if my fingers and hands got all tingly and numb and it was ALL I could do to hang on to Nathan...when I wanted nothing more than to drop him and start shaking my hands to get away from whatever man eating spider was on his back.
I heard Syd's little friend say, "that's not a spider" at the same time Syd said.."it's a bee" at the same time that J grabbed it by it's body and shook her hands a couple of times before throwing the stowaway on to the floor and stomping on it not only bringing an end to it's life but also an end to the excitement that had just taken place.
Nathan was still screaming his head off, but it was more of the I got hurt cry and not the, what we now know to be the, a wasp is stinging me over and over, please help me cry.
I believe it was on his shirt (?) and then fell down in the top ruffle part of the diaper and when the thing couldn't get out started stinging.
I counted 4 little pricks. I was able to get Nathan to settle down after about 5 minutes and gave him some benadryl just in case. He was fine and moved on after.
I'll be interested to see if he's as fearless around them now. He has been stung before this year. His finger. He tried to pick one up :) kind a like the song.
I'm pickin up a baby bumblebee...won't my mommy be so proud of me. Unfortunately..that was a bee and I had to pull the stinger out of his finger which meant that bee probably didn't contribute the the hives honey supply that day. :(
Syd was a little off yesterday....last night as I put her to bed she had a fever. After telling her that I'd make her pancakes for breakfast she told me that the idea of syrup made her want to throw up.
She fell asleep and after about 8 minutes she started crying....she threw up EVERYWHERE.
She blamed me. She said that if I hadn't bought up the pancakes she never would have thrown up.
I suppose that I had already called and made an appointment for the carpets to be cleaned was just a coincidence. Or maybe it's because there's still a smell of moldy watery carpet downstairs where the babies flooded it.
mmm. I guess we'll never know.
I have to go and move everything off of the carpets now. He's coming at 9am. If he's going to clean up the water mess....I might as well have him clean up the dog puke stains that never really came out, the chocolate cupcakes that didn't quite come out of the boys floor, the was soggy and is now concrete captain crunch that's been embedded into the fibers of my office floor, the cereal bar that was smooshed into my bedroom floor and of course lets not forget...although cleaned up....it still happened....the many baby poop incidents on pretty much all of my floors.
We do in fact have a steam cleaner. We bought it because are you kidding me with all of the times we'll need it.
But it's hard to get out and then there's always the wet carpet that everyone wants to run on and wait...I'll do the capin' crunch and the cereal bar and the puke stains at the bottom of the stairs while I've got it out but then something comes up and what was once only going to take you like 14 minutes is now going to take you a MINIMUM of 3 hours because surely while your cleaning you'll have to stop a million times to get the babies off of the counters and out of the dishwasher and out of the dogs water and off of the counters and CAN SOMEONE PLEASE WATCH THE BABIES and then you'll have to comfort the babies because who would ever ask a couple of self centered, judgment challenged 4 year olds to watch babies ?
yeah. so I put it off..because...I'll do it tonight when J's home and I have more time. (insert smile)
Once ALL of the rooms need it...and you have the moldy smell....it's time to call a professional.
