we have a routine at night and it works pretty well. when wes is getting tired we ask if it's bath time and he heads straight for the stairs and his room to get undressed. we proceed to the bath, and then i put on his jammies. dad hold him and gives him his nightly bottle (something alex really wants him to give up but i don't see the point of forcing it) and we read him stories. after a few, we shut off the light, i kiss him goodnight and leave them to their bonding time while he finishes his milk. he never complains about laying down after and drifts off to sleep without incident.
well last night, after the last book, wes proclaimed we were "all done!" and settled back against his dad while i turned off the light.
this time though, he took his bottle out of his mouth, waved good bye and blew me a kiss.
pretty sure i melted right there.
10.16.2008
10.01.2008
i just love trips to the ER
though it has been awhile, so i guess we're due.
we took wes in yesterday with his first actual injury. an injury that was - of all things - our fault.
here's the stage. wes loves doors and opening and closing them. he'll do it for hours. every morning we play a game with him while we get ready. it involves one of us getting in or out of the bathroom before wes tries to get in. lame, yes, but he giggles and loves it. unless we get there first and shut the door, then he usually pitches a fit. but he knows it's a game.
well, yesterday was no exception. alex closed the door as usual and wes cried, as usual. it took us a minute to realize that his FINGER WAS CLOSED IN THE DOOR.
COMPLETELY.
i'll be having nightmares about it for the rest of my life thankyouverymuch. he calmed down almost immediately, but his little finger looked like a tetris piece. horrifying. we packed up and headed to the hospital. by the time we got there (10 mins) he was acting completely normally and his little finger was now a sausage.
amazingly, he's fine. nothing is broken/damaged. in fact, by last night you'd be hard pressed to tell that anything was amiss with that little finger.
but we will never be the same, i swear. worst. parents. ever.
we took wes in yesterday with his first actual injury. an injury that was - of all things - our fault.
here's the stage. wes loves doors and opening and closing them. he'll do it for hours. every morning we play a game with him while we get ready. it involves one of us getting in or out of the bathroom before wes tries to get in. lame, yes, but he giggles and loves it. unless we get there first and shut the door, then he usually pitches a fit. but he knows it's a game.
well, yesterday was no exception. alex closed the door as usual and wes cried, as usual. it took us a minute to realize that his FINGER WAS CLOSED IN THE DOOR.
COMPLETELY.
i'll be having nightmares about it for the rest of my life thankyouverymuch. he calmed down almost immediately, but his little finger looked like a tetris piece. horrifying. we packed up and headed to the hospital. by the time we got there (10 mins) he was acting completely normally and his little finger was now a sausage.
amazingly, he's fine. nothing is broken/damaged. in fact, by last night you'd be hard pressed to tell that anything was amiss with that little finger.
but we will never be the same, i swear. worst. parents. ever.
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