Owee

Our weekend was nice. We did finally get our tree, and now it's all decorated after a late night search for white lights first at Lowe's (just multi-color, thankyouverymuch) and then Hobby Lobby. The latter of which was jam-packed right before closing and I stood in line for a good 20 minutes. Typical Hobby Lobby experience, am I right? But I got the darn lights. Next year I will not foolishly assume and have blind faith that the previous year's lights are all in functioning order after lying dormantly in storage bins all year. Ugh.

Joy's annual cookie party was a delightful bash as always where I snacked on way too much food and left little room for eating all those yummy cookies which I am now having to share with my husband. My favorite from the night? Something called a peppermint chocolate cheesecake bar; absolutely divine!

Today was quite a day. Tomorrow the Arc of TX is going to have a truck in the neighborhood, so I was inspired to clean out my remaining closets. I knew I had some good blankets and sheets to give away. Matt did a great job entertaining himself for the most part. He'd check on me and want to help occasionally, especially once I got the step ladder out. I kept my eye on him of course, and then I saw him push on the side that folds it up and down he went right with the ladder. Screaming ensued and I saw his little fingers wedged in the hinges. He then reinforced by saying, "Fingers!!! Hurt!" through his choking sobs. No broken finger bones nor even broken skin, but a scared little boy was what sat sulking in my lap. Poor baby. He got it together quickly after taking a look at himself in the mirror and examining his fingers over and over again. Yep, they're still there! Here's Matthew playing with "babies" in bed after he woke up from his nap.

This afternoon we went out in the backyard to get some fresh air--more like muggy warm air, but whatever. Wasn't it just cold yesterday? What happened?? Anyway...Matt had fun playing with the stereo, stuffing pecans in his mouth, and swinging. I took him for a ride in his wagon around the porch and he giggled the whole time. Naturally, he likes to go fast. I started taking the turns a little faster. He gripped onto the sides. And I knew it was going to happen. And it did. I went so fast I tumped my poor little child right out of the wagon and onto the concrete!! I'm a terrible mother, and I know "they" are coming to get me right now. His head was sacrificed and took the brunt of the fall, so he's got a good bump on there now. We looked at it in the mirror and the remainder of the night he wanted to see his "owee". But, his owee didn't prevent him from completing his marathon of running laps around the table all evening. Exhausted from his unusually traumatic day, he was in bed and asleep at 10 till 7:00. What will tomorrow hold?