A Little Goes A Long Way

In the last few months, Max has really come out of his shell. His sense of exploration and all out mischief has taken over the timid, overly cautious boy I knew just a year ago. He was never the one (as a baby) to worry if it got quiet because that is just how he was. If it was quiet, I didn't go running looking for him because he was always content to play on his own and stay out of trouble.
I don't know if it is that he has gotten a little older and "wiser" or maybe the mischief has just caught up with my little cautious one, but wow! when he does it, he does it all the way. He is smart about it too! He waits for the times when I expect it to be quiet. Nap time.
The first act of nap time mischief was when he quietly found himself in the hallway getting into a box of "things to be put away" and found some anti-itch cream, egg dying kit, and cotton balls. Thankfully he didn't do anything with the dye, but the stickers were fun and the cream felt nice on his cheeks, and what would it be without a pretty cloud of fluffy white while exploring this box?
The second act, again at nap time, was when he came down stairs with lotion all over his body. He was very smooth and soft that day. This is when he discovered he could climb on top of his trash can and access the treasures on top of the changing table.
Then there was the time he came down powdery white from the baby powder. This was the day he started goin all in with his messes. If we're gonna dump the powder...it's going to be ALL of the powder!! His room was a beautiful winter wonderland! and smelled like a fresh baby's toosh for about a week! This is also when Titus started getting involved in the shenanigans.
 The latest and greatest and the tip of the iceberg for finally deciding to take all of these items OUT of his room, was just yesterday. I was having a bit  of a battle with the kids anyway in cleaning. I would clean a spot, turn around and something else would be dumped out. I'd get them all settled with their lunch, turn to grab mine off the counter and find mac n cheese thrown on the floor (Titus). I'd had about enough, and was all to grateful for that nap time break where I could finally get some work done uninterrupted and without three little tornadoes following me and immediately undoing what I've just done. The only problem was that  they were not sleeping up there. there was crying, playing,  stalling, and about the time they quieted down I sighed relief thinking "finally they gave up"
If only.
About an hour after the quiet happened, Max graces us with his presence and was unusually shiny, and smelling faintly of lavender. Upon further investigation he had gotten into a 13oz container of Vaseline. I open his bedroom door and see the greasy head of his accomplice pop over the rail of his crib. It was like discovering a murder scene with the smeared hand prints on the walls, sheets, windows and finally the fine thick gooey smudge on he floor.
This product of shenanigan-ism took me an hour to clean up. The more I looked, the more I found. As for the boys, I'm sure they are plotting their next act.  

(sorry for the poor pic quality and the foot)

Just Another Day Getting to Know More Emergency Medical People

I knew from the day Titus entered this world, that we were going to have some fun and get to know the local Fire Department and ER staff very well. Call it a gut feeling. After all, the first person he HAD to meet was a Fire Fighter.

What I didn't expect was for the fun to start so early. I mean come on we're not even a year old yet!

We spent the day at the hospital yesterday because Mr. Daredevil decided to launch himself into a back flip 3 feet off  the ground (from our bed) and into a perfect face plant the floor. Is this the first fall? Ha! NOT A CHANCE! But it is the first time we've lost consciousness. He cried immediately but as a delayed reaction, passed out. At first I was like, oh he must have been pretty tired...because he kind of snuggled into it. But after he was out for a few seconds I thought..."hold the phone! He did just do a face plant off the bed"  (insert serious concern here, and the big "duh").

I really struggle with "when to call 9-1-1". I feel like those calls are reserved for fires, shootings, car accidents, having babies unexpectedly at home...:) but really, my kid falling off the bed??? What would I do with the other two kids? I'd have to go to the hospital with Ti, and I don't think there's room for everyone in the ambulance, and really, is it that bad???

So I call Adam.

"So, Ti fell off the bed and now he's asleep on our bed..." (good lord writing that makes me realize how idiotic I must have sounded..."Yes, moron! wake him up!")

Adam very seriously says "Wake him up" (I know, you can say it..."Dur, Bec")

I sit him up...no response. I lay him down and poke him, open his eyes and shine a flashlight (he responded with that but not until after a few times of doing it, but wouldn't fully wake up) then I drive my knuckle into his chest...to which he finally gets the wiggles and starts giggling...I guess it tickled more than it hurt..either way the boy was responding and that's what I needed. By now, I have Max "helping" me by shining the flashlight in everyone's face and trying to wrestle Ti. Of course Ti rolls over and starts wrestling back and we're alert, happy, giggling,yelling, and just as rambunctious as ever...as if being in and out of consciousness (for almost 5 minutes) never happened.

I decide to call the doctor to see if there's anything I need to do. At this point he's totally acting normal again. I was put on hold a LOT by the nurses...they'd get some details, put on hold to discuss with the other nurse, more details, more on hold. Finally she comes back on after the third of fourth time of being on hold and says that she also discussed this with our doctor and we need to head to the ER right away.

I call Adam back and he decides to meet me there.

Three hours, a CT and physical exam later, we were in the clear to go home. He suffered a minor concussion, but the CT came back all clear. He is totally fine. PRAISE GOD!

I do fear that this is just the start of many many many trips to the ER. He just doesn't slow down, and heads straight for the most dangerous stuff! I feel like, with Ti being number 3 and all, that I should have a better handle on this. especially since he's not the first boy either. Nope. Max is totally different and my heart goes out to the Moms of several rambunctious, fearless boys. Hats off to you! Can I join your club!? I have a feeling I could learn a few things.