Eventful July!

On Monday, I put Isaac down for his nap and proceeded down to bottom of the driveway to vacuum and wash my car. About 10 minutes after I started, I was slightly startled to see the top of a little blond head cruise by the window of the car door. I laughed (mistake!) and took Isaac back to his room. I was a bit amazed that he had come all the way down the stairs and through the garage by himself, when he never really comes out of his room at all during naptime. Maybe he heard the vacuum. Anyway, he came back down about 5 minutes later, and after several treks up the stairs, speaking more firmly all the time about how I did not want him to get out of bed, come down the stairs, etc, I finally gave up. It was nearly 3 PM by this point, and I figured it was my own fault for putting him down so late. So, I put Isaac in his little Lightnin' McQueen lawn chair and proceeded to hose off the car and start washing. After several minutes, I heard a soft sound from the direction of the garage. What I saw made me laugh! Isaac had apparently fallen asleep in his chair and toppled over sideways. He was so startled to see that the world was sideways that he forgot to cry. I'll never forget the shock and puzzlement on his face (around his passy, of course) as he sat with perfect posture SIDEWAYS in his little chair. I'm glad he wasn't hurt.

Because the next day, he got hurt, and it was my fault. He was having a wonderful cheery morning, and wanted to help me make breakfast. I held up the hot egg pan as he sat on the counter so that he could pour in the "egg fall," and the bottom of the pan tapped the top of his leg. Oh, he screamed (Does it burn, mama!?) and I was so worried--at first I couldn't tell what had gotten burned, because he was clenching his hand and leg up against his tummy. Luckily it WAS just his leg, but it was a nice oval-shaped 2nd degree burn. Luckily the kitchen sink was empty, so I plopped him in and rinsed and rinsed and rinsed.

It helped to have in the back of my mind the recent story of Jolene--another mom in my playgroup--whose little boy burned the bottom of his feet on their driveway just a few days before. Not that another baby's injury made me feel better, of course...just that another mom messed up, and her boy was recovering. The area has new skin on it and is just a shrinking red area now. Ahhhh, motherhood!

Here's the leg the day after the event. You can't tell much--it's just starting to blister a bit.




Here it is a week after the burn occurred. Oozy, slimy, crusty, still fairly sore. Yuck!


Over a month later, it's all better, but I don't have a photo to show. You'll just have to trust me. Here he is a couple of days ago enjoying some fall weather and activities!