Finally, Something To Blog About

I have Jack and Bella this morning and generally the kids play and I don't hear from them. So I didn't think anything of it while they were upstairs playing and I was downstairs watching tv while I folded the laundry. As I'm coming up the stairs, I look into the girls room with their laundry. I immediately notice the broken lightbulb and the lamp on the floor. I thought I had seen all four kids happily playing in the loft. Until I look up that is. There, standing on the girls dresser as happy as can be, is a bleeding Rylee. Both her hands are red. The walls have red, a picture on the dresser has red, the dresser has a lot of red. She doesnt' even care that she is cut. She is just happy to have climbed onto the dresser and be playing. The only time she cried even a little was when I dare put a bandaid on her. She pulled both of the attempts of bandaids off. So she is now in the tub until her finger clots.

During all of this I have little kids to keep out of the room while I'm trying to get the bandaid on Rylee. As soon as I say, "don't go in the girls room" they all have to rush in there of course. So I get the first set of bandaids on Rylee and start to clean up the big peices before she pulls it off. Then I redress the bandaid, vacum the little pieces, fix the lamp and stick her in the bath before more blood gets everywhere.

I'm just glad it wasn't Jack or Bella! I would have posted pictures but both of my cameras batteries were dead.

Mike came home and saved the day with the reminder that we had liquid bandage.