I swear these two are gonna be the death of me…
I know, they both seem innocent enough, right?
Let’s start with a few nights ago. There I am, sitting on the couch when Scott spots a spider crawling across the tile floor. So he goes into the bathroom to grab some toilet paper to smoosh it with and all of a sudden, the spider takes off.
So I yell, “hurry, he’s gonna get away!”
And the next thing I know, he hurried too hurriedly…
And the best part aside from my completely inappropriate laughter…
…his foot went through the wall on his way down. Ya, and that was the third time in 3 weeks he’s fallen on the floor.
Then there’s this little peach….
We took an emergency trip to the doctor today…hourly poop, blood in the diaper and projectile vomit does not make for a calm, cool and collected momma. I’m happy to report that Summer is ok, apparently hourly poops are not much to be concerned about and the blood was superficial so we’re simply under observation over here for the next few days.
I knew I spoke too soon about enjoying a relaxing maternity leave.