Apparently it just isn't in the cards to have life of smooth sailing & ease. This weekend of "relaxing and unwinding" turned into anything BUT. It started after I got home from work on Friday night when we went out to go check the status of our house thats being built. The flooring guys had been out & put down the wood floor in the kitchen (the bathroom tile was already done) and they had rolled out & cut the carpet. Since the carpet was just put down, we had the boys take their shoes off. So they run upstairs to check their rooms to see if anything has magically appeared as they do everytime we go to the house!
Three seconds later I hear Mason SCREAMING!!! I run up the stairs and see him holding his foot and blood dripping everywhere! Apparently the flooring guys had just put down tack strip and carpet pad. So Mason went bouncing into his room and the doorway only had the tack strip down --- which he stepped on with his whole foot. So he has all of these little poke marks on the sole of his foot & they're all bleeding! Bleeding WAY more then a tiny foot poke mark should bleed!
Anyway - bandage that, reform our "house touring process" for the kids and head back home. BUT WAIT ~~~~ THATS NOT ALL!!!
Then we're at home - eating dinner. Normal crazy psychotic super noisy household.... and Poor Mr. Mason (who is missing his two front teeth) is having a ball showing me how the space is almost big enough to most of his dinner through. He has one of those cheap red & white restaurant mints from who know when that he popped in his mouth & started trying to pass through the humongous whole in the front of his mouth. Well --- it wasn't big enough of course --- but in realizing that, he somehow sucked it down his windpipe & was full on choking!
Immediately his eyes are fully bugged out and he's gripping his neck and reaching for his cup to get a drink. Shane got up and said that it looked like he was not getting any air in & to give Mason the heimlich! Thankfully I was sitting right by Mason and so for the first time EVER EVER EVER in my life - I had to do that! It took about 3 or 4 times and a lot of horrible noises and out flies that stupid little mint all the way across the table!
After calming down - Mason told me that he thought the mint got lost on its way to his stomach because it felt like it was stuck in his heart! Poor kid. He has a tough life!
We spent the weekend up in Star Valley hauling Shane's dads hay out of their fields - I think it was close to 200 large bales he ended up hauling. Every single one of the kids got injured during our time up there -- though none as bad as Mason the night we left. I guess we should have taken his previous injuries as a warning of all the destruction to come!
Three seconds later I hear Mason SCREAMING!!! I run up the stairs and see him holding his foot and blood dripping everywhere! Apparently the flooring guys had just put down tack strip and carpet pad. So Mason went bouncing into his room and the doorway only had the tack strip down --- which he stepped on with his whole foot. So he has all of these little poke marks on the sole of his foot & they're all bleeding! Bleeding WAY more then a tiny foot poke mark should bleed!
Anyway - bandage that, reform our "house touring process" for the kids and head back home. BUT WAIT ~~~~ THATS NOT ALL!!!
Then we're at home - eating dinner. Normal crazy psychotic super noisy household.... and Poor Mr. Mason (who is missing his two front teeth) is having a ball showing me how the space is almost big enough to most of his dinner through. He has one of those cheap red & white restaurant mints from who know when that he popped in his mouth & started trying to pass through the humongous whole in the front of his mouth. Well --- it wasn't big enough of course --- but in realizing that, he somehow sucked it down his windpipe & was full on choking!
Immediately his eyes are fully bugged out and he's gripping his neck and reaching for his cup to get a drink. Shane got up and said that it looked like he was not getting any air in & to give Mason the heimlich! Thankfully I was sitting right by Mason and so for the first time EVER EVER EVER in my life - I had to do that! It took about 3 or 4 times and a lot of horrible noises and out flies that stupid little mint all the way across the table!
After calming down - Mason told me that he thought the mint got lost on its way to his stomach because it felt like it was stuck in his heart! Poor kid. He has a tough life!
We spent the weekend up in Star Valley hauling Shane's dads hay out of their fields - I think it was close to 200 large bales he ended up hauling. Every single one of the kids got injured during our time up there -- though none as bad as Mason the night we left. I guess we should have taken his previous injuries as a warning of all the destruction to come!
I LOVE HAVING LITTLE BOYS!!!!!
* oh and Carter learned to ride Grandpa's 4 wheeler all by himself. He thinks he is pretty fantastic now!
1 comment:
wait...one of your kids steps on something and punctures his foot...sounds like he is taking after you.
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