It has been quite a week. Last Saturday was terrible. It was one of those days that you wonder why God would trust me with children, particularly infants. I am encouraged that the boys have survived so far. It started early in the afternoon, when I was working on something in my office. I saw Alyson crawl in out of the corner of my eye. I felt her crawl under my chair. I didn’t think much of it until I heard her scream. I’m sure you can imagine my horror when I realized she had a cord in her hand. Not just any cord, of course. No. The shredder cord. The shredder cord that was plugged into the wall, but not into the shredder. Yep, she got a shock. Thankfully, dh could reassure me that there was very little voltage.
But wait! There’s more! Of course there is. Later the very same afternoon, I carried Alyson out to get the mail. I do this every afternoon. This particular beautiful afternoon, I slipped or something and the ground rushed up at me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared. When I picked myself up, Alyson was about a foot away, crying. Got her back inside and she was fine. She had a little bump on her head, but it was gone the next day.
Just to prove that she’s perfectly fine, she’s now suddenly climbing stairs, waving, and standing at every opportunity. It’s just me that should have a ton of gray hair by now!
