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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Brotherly Love

There has been a new level of comraderie between the boys lately as Caeden gets older and older. I just love watching their relationship grow.

Micaiah offered Caeden one of his "gam tacks" aka graham crackers after nap one day this week. After I showed Micaiah how Caeden's cracker was all soggy, he said he wanted his to be soggy too.


Today after lunch Micaiah said, "Play Cain" which means, "I want to play with Caeden" (By the way, he's totally capable of pronouncing Caeden correctly...hopefully he will start doing that regularly soon!) They played Little People together for quite awhile while I worked on a project. Such sweet times.







Bath time is much better with a buddy! That is, until said buddy reaches a little too far for a floating toy and gets a faceful of water. The enjoyment goes downhill from there :)







Saturday, November 12, 2011

Our terrible, horrible, no good, very bad Hobby Lobby trip

It was one of those "It happened to me" incidents that you think will never happen to you. Please always use the straps to buckle your baby into the seat of a buggy. Because, you see, the other day...




my baby fell out.




Caeden was in the front seat of the buggy and Micaiah was in the back section. I turned around for literally all of 5 seconds to read the back of a Tacky Glue bottle . As best as I can figure given the position of the buggy, and Caeden's curiosity, he was likely trying to reach out and grab one of the many brightly colored bottles of puff paint. He must have reached too far. I'm not even sure if I heard a crash or not, but I spun around and scooped up my precious boy. Then came the screams. It took him a couple of minutes to calm down. We received a few concerned views from people who came rushing from the aisle next to ours. As if I didn't feel bad enough, one lady had the nerve to passively suggest that I should have had him strapped in when she asked disgustedly, "Don't they have straps you can use?" We promptly left the store because there's no way I could have finished my shopping with tears clouding my eyes. By the time we reached the door, Caeden was calm and relaxed once again.




I strapped Micaiah into his carseat and before I strapped Caeden into his, and as I prayed for him once again, he kicked his legs and laughed at Micaiah. That was the best sound to hear in that moment. I called the doctor on my way home, and they told me what to look out for.




He is totally fine, and there is barely a bruise. He has been acting just like his normal, usual self.




Why didn't I strap him in? To be honest, I've never strapped in either boy because truthfully I was better than those disgusting straps. If you've ever paid attention, you've seen snotty, dirty children chewing on those things. Did I want those touching my boys? No thank you.




Now I realize that I'd rather have a germy strap touching my child rather than seeing him on the floor any day. Please, always strap in your baby.







This is after we got home; joyful just like always!