Do Not Eat

When your co-worker gives you a panicked look and mouths to you across the teller line, "Call daycare!" your heart jumps up into your throat and your stomach falls out your butt.

Josh is the primary contact for the boys because he's only minutes from daycare. So if they call me, it must be bad. My knees were shaking as I called. I wasn't ready for what I was about to hear.

"Jackson has a bead stuck on his tooth."

Is he bleeding? Is he crying? Am I really laughing right now? I couldn't even hold it together for the two minutes I spent on the phone while the worried and concerned caregiver tried to explain how this happened.

Josh got to daycare and Jackson was sitting at the front desk. Which is the daycare equivalent of the principal's office. He took Jackson to the car because what happened next might look like child abuse if you didn't understand the circumstances. I wasn't there for the bead removal process. But Josh says he strapped him into the car seat and held his arms down. The anticipation had Jackson all worked up. But Josh gave it one quick yank and it popped right off!

Bear Trap

You know how when someone falls you have to wait an appropriate amount of time before you can laugh at them? You can laugh. But I'm not ready.

I was in the kitchen. Jackson was yelling MOMMY! I flung the baby gate open and ran out of the kitchen. At least I tried to run out of the kitchen. But the gate bounced back before both big feet had passed through. One foot got trapped in the gate. It swung shut on my ankle and I was trapped inside it like a big clumsy bear.

By this time I was face down on the living room floor with one foot still in the kitchen screaming for help. It was shear panic and burning pain!

While still stuck inside the bear trap, suddenly Jackson appeared to give me a kiss and make me feel better. Clearly his emergency on the other side of the house had passed. I still don't know why he was yelling in the first place.

Once Josh set me free he tried to get me to move my foot. He said, "Please move it, so I know it's not broken and I can laugh at you."

Since it wasn't broken Josh and my dad were free to point and laugh and spend the rest of the day giggling to themselves about the ruckus I caused and the baby gate that I bent.

My ankle is still bruised and sore. I suppose I'll be able to laugh at myself once the swelling goes down.