The baby, that is. He's not safe anywhere. At least, that's what I've concluded, in order to keep myself alert and always watching after him. Now, I like to pride myself in thinking that my house is a 'safe haven' for my children, but goodness, Noah has really had it rough lately! Here are a few examples....
A few weeks ago, Noah was in his bed taking a nap, and Cosette and I were sitting at the table while she was coloring. Eli was coloring too. However, I must have gotten distracted telling Cosette something, because I suddenly looked around, and Eli wasn't there anymore. Then I heard the baby crying. Assuming he was just waking up from his nap, I went to check him. I turned the door knob----locked!! Eli must have run back to the room and locked the door while I wasn't paying attention. Okay, no big deal, I thought. I grabbed the key from above the door and tried to unlock it. No luck. Well, long story short, I twisted and turned, and pushed and prodded, and begged and prayed, and could NOT get that door unlocked. Fortunately, Joel was in the office, just a few minutes down the road, and he came right home. *pop!* You know, that door opened right up for him! Go figure. Anyway, Noah was okay, just mad at having to wait for his lunch!
Fast forward a few weeks:
Noah was again having his morning nap, only this time in his 'big boy crib', in Cosette's room, which they are now sharing. I, assuming he was safe and sound, proceeded to make a quick phone call. When I was done, Eli came running to me with an empty cup, which had previously held peanuts. "Mommy, I shared some with Noah!" *gasp!!!* I RAN back to Noah's room, where I found him awake and smiling. There were peanuts spilled all over his floor around the crib. When I checked his mouth, he was happily munching on three peanut halves. I carefully cleaned them out and gave him a sip of water, and then I finally began breathing easier. Then, I reminded Eli how important it is to NEVER, NEVER, NEVER give Noah food!! Oh bother---I just can't let him out of my sight, even for a nap! Oh well, at least now we know Noah doesn't have any peanut allergies! ;) (Please don't ask me why I was letting my not-quite-three year old walk around with a cupful of peanuts while I was on the phone. Just one of those 'duh' moments, I assume)
Oh, and one more funny story, although this has to do with poor Eli, not Noah.
When Eli was sick last week, he was barely able to walk from his room to the bathroom. So, one night, I was carrying him, cradled like a baby in my arms. I was gently rocking him while I walked, and mumbling soothing words like only a Mommy can. He was laying in my arms, moaning pitifully. I was just telling him how sorry I was he was so sick, and walking around a corner when--THWACK!! I cracked his poor little head against a door frame. Joel looked up at me in surprise. "Was that his HEAD?" Poor little guy, he was too sick to even care, but I covered my face and moaned '' I am such a lousy motheeeerrrr!!!!"
So, I hope I have helped you all feel more confident with your parenting skills, now that you know what a goof I can be sometimes :)