I was in the middle of a different post but I had to stop that one to tell you that this child of mine, this sweet little boy is going to kill me or send me to the nut house.......... which ever happens first.
If you have been reading my blog for a while, you already know that Ethan knocked one of his front teeth out....... now he has another face injury to add to the list.
Yesterday, the second I walked into the door with the twins, Emily threw up all over the place. All over the floor, all over herself and all over Ethan.
Don't panic.
I threw a dish cloth over the throw up, picked them both up and headed for the bathroom. Giving two toddlers a bath when you're alone isn't impossible, but it's definitely Olympic training worthy.
(Technically, I wasn't 100% alone, Danny and his co-worker/good friend were putting in our new washer and dryer in the garage and I was wearing my last clean clothes....... priorities people.)
I get them in the tub and I close the door.
Everyone is washed up and I let all the water out of the tub, I get Ethan out first, dried off and I put a diaper on him and put him down on the tile floor. I pick Emily up and as I'm drying her off, Ethan starts to have a fit about wanting the door open but I can't let him out yet because I still haven't cleaned up the throw up.
So he rams himself into the door, falls to his knees and then belly flops right onto the tile floor.
Instant tears.
I let Emily down, she's still naked, and I pick Ethan up to check his mouth which is all clear but notice blood coming from his lower chin!!
Danny rushes in to the rescue, picks Ethan up and he stops crying and Danny puts pressure to his chin and got the bleeding to stop.
I was freaking out y'all, it wasn't deep, but it was like the skin just split open.
We just moved in, I don't own a single band aid, let alone a butterfly band aid.
Then I remembered that my grandfather always kept a first aid kit in the trunk of his car which is now my car so I took off for the driveway. I open the trunk and see that it is packed full with the double stroller, diaper bag, stuff that I've neglected to take in....... and I'm throwing it all in the drive way..... in the pouring rain.
Yep, let's add that nice Florida rain to the mix.
When I find the first aid kit and bring it inside and open it, I realize its from like the 90's.
But I believe that life is making the best of what you've got! So with a lot of tape, kisses and a lollipop, I'm happy to say that Ethan is happy and okay and didn't have to pack him into the car and rush to the ER because it stopped bleeding pretty quickly, it just looked bad.
But when we woke up today, and I took the band aid off to clean it, it was so much better!





Don't even get me started on the struggle of trying to wash Emily's dear Elmo.
This girl can put up on heck of a fight!
The struggle is real y'all.
If you have been reading my blog for a while, you already know that Ethan knocked one of his front teeth out....... now he has another face injury to add to the list.
Yesterday, the second I walked into the door with the twins, Emily threw up all over the place. All over the floor, all over herself and all over Ethan.
I threw a dish cloth over the throw up, picked them both up and headed for the bathroom. Giving two toddlers a bath when you're alone isn't impossible, but it's definitely Olympic training worthy.
(Technically, I wasn't 100% alone, Danny and his co-worker/good friend were putting in our new washer and dryer in the garage and I was wearing my last clean clothes....... priorities people.)
I get them in the tub and I close the door.
Everyone is washed up and I let all the water out of the tub, I get Ethan out first, dried off and I put a diaper on him and put him down on the tile floor. I pick Emily up and as I'm drying her off, Ethan starts to have a fit about wanting the door open but I can't let him out yet because I still haven't cleaned up the throw up.
So he rams himself into the door, falls to his knees and then belly flops right onto the tile floor.
Instant tears.
I let Emily down, she's still naked, and I pick Ethan up to check his mouth which is all clear but notice blood coming from his lower chin!!
Danny rushes in to the rescue, picks Ethan up and he stops crying and Danny puts pressure to his chin and got the bleeding to stop.
I was freaking out y'all, it wasn't deep, but it was like the skin just split open.
We just moved in, I don't own a single band aid, let alone a butterfly band aid.
Then I remembered that my grandfather always kept a first aid kit in the trunk of his car which is now my car so I took off for the driveway. I open the trunk and see that it is packed full with the double stroller, diaper bag, stuff that I've neglected to take in....... and I'm throwing it all in the drive way..... in the pouring rain.
Yep, let's add that nice Florida rain to the mix.
When I find the first aid kit and bring it inside and open it, I realize its from like the 90's.
But I believe that life is making the best of what you've got! So with a lot of tape, kisses and a lollipop, I'm happy to say that Ethan is happy and okay and didn't have to pack him into the car and rush to the ER because it stopped bleeding pretty quickly, it just looked bad.
But when we woke up today, and I took the band aid off to clean it, it was so much better!





Don't even get me started on the struggle of trying to wash Emily's dear Elmo.
This girl can put up on heck of a fight!
The struggle is real y'all.
























