You couldn't wait ONE DAY?!

So this morning, we were awakened as usual by a little boy hollering that he was ready to get out of bed. Jonathan and I agreed that he would stay with the boy while I got party stuff ready so that we could get a jump start on our day.

There was a thud. Silence. Then screams.

That munchkin had pushed his blanket and his big bear into the corner of his crib and used it to crawl over the edge. His fall was broken by the diaper genie that sits next to his crib. So now he's got a big giant lump on his forehead whose edge is a pretty good gash. Talk about a way to start party day ~ everyone is coming over to see my bashed-in baby!

Again, his wonderfully mellow nature asserted itself. He cried for about thirty to forty-five seconds with Jonny and I just squeezing him between us, and then he seemed to take offense that we kept trying to keep him still with a bag of frozen peas on his forehead. He was ready to play!

Needless to say, Jonathan and I are a little on edge now. Amanda more so. I just feel awful because I'm the one who put the stupid bear in there. But he looks so cute sleeping with his head on one of the legs. So we're going to drop the mattress in the crib and leave the bear. I'll make sure that he can't do this again, but if it looks like he can still get over the edge, the bear will be relegated to the nursery floor.

When I told my dad, he said that the kid obviously took after me. I was quite the escape artist as well, apparently. But I had it a little worse - I bit through my tongue at some point. When I told that to Jonathan, he freaked a little and said we should check Caleb's mouth. But surely he's not THAT well-adjusted, right? Anyway, I figure we would have seen evidence of that long before now.

Jonathan sent me in here to blog because it's therapeutic. He's right. I do feel a lot better. So now I gotta get moving! Party stuff to do! Punchballs to blow up, iced tea to brew, and I still haven't showered...

Postscript - at his harvest festival, I didn't get to do the pumpkin bean-bag toss. But I was the station after bobbing for apples. They'd bring their apple to me, I'd do the slicer on it, and put it in a bag with a little caramel dip. It was sticky, but a ton of fun! I tried to convince the boys it was magic, and the girls thought the flowered apple was so pretty. Gotta tell you, I think I could be a preschool teacher!