On one of his energy bursts, he decided he wanted to come help me cook dinner in the kitchen. He knew I was cooking Cajun 15 bean soup and got all excited and wanted to see the pot. (Yes, Alec is funny and loves all beans... but won't touch a french fry, or bread, or meat, or pasta.) From across the kitchen I turn to see him stick his little coordinated hand right on the hot burner. As screams pierced the air I grabbed him and muscled his hand under cold running water. I wanted to cry so much... but I didn't. I held him, and rocked him, and prayed with him to help him calm down. Then we put some aloe on and wrapped everything up with a "SUPER COOL" bandage. I just apologized over and over and over for the hurt, as I kicked myself for not being right next to him the entire time. Apparently I apologized a lot because two days later Alec is still mimicking me, walking up with a concerned look on his face saying "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
I joked with people all day that Wednesday was in the Top 10 Worst Days of little Alec's short life. Good thing we had all those 'Monster movies' (or what is commonly known as Sesame Street videos) to watch all day long. It definitely wasn't a Top 10 Great Day for Lyssa either. She spent most of the day in her crib or playing alone on the floor while I held Alec. I'm so thankful that she's such a good natured baby. Here's to better days to come!



1 comment:
Poor little pumpkin! I guess in time we all learn that some days the sun seems to be shining out your nose and over your head seems to be raining star sprinkles. Other days you slam you toe, burn your hand, and can't quite get over the flu. If you didn't let him learn that you'd be a bad mom. Thankfully the star sprinkles always come back.
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