Well, let me begin by saying that all of the events I will be posting took place in a matter of 11 days....11 days of which Seth's daddy was in Canada on his annual fishing trip.
David flew out early Monday morning (July 23rd). On Tuesday night Seth pulled a lamp off the fireplace and cut his head open. There was blood...not in mass-quantity, but blood nonetheless. My first instinct was to load him in the car and take him to the emergency room. I suppressed the urge and decided to take a closer look at the cut. Upon inspection I decided no stitches were needed, but I placed a call to Seth's pediatrician's office just to double check. No emergency room trip was necessary, he was just fine after some pressure was applied and Tylenol was given.
Wednesday night at church, we were sitting in the vestibule when Seth decided to pull the switch that sets off the fire alarm....during church. Nobody in church seemed too disturbed by the shrill sound of the alarm. Bro. Jimmy, on the other hand, came running out to see what happened. It took 8 men and two calls to the fire department to clear up the situation and silence the alarm. Seth received a congratulatory hand shake for being the first person to ever pull the alarm in the history of the church.
Thursday through the weekend were pretty incident free. Monday, Seth was at it again. We went to a restaurant for a birthday luncheon for a friend. While waiting for everyone to arrive, Seth and I were munching on some complimentary bread. Seth, being the sharing kind of person he is, gave me a crumb of his bread. Well, let me just say I thought it was bread. After at least 10 seconds of chewing something of a strange texture, it dawned on me that Seth might not have given me bread. The tasteless morsel that I had been chewing on turned out to be the dead fly that was on the table when we had arrived at the restaurant. I spit the fly into my napkin and nearly vomited. I kind of lost my appetite after that.
Tuesday, Seth vomited all over himself in his high chair. I put him in the bathtub pajamas and all. After rinsing out his pajamas, I drained the tub, stripped him, refilled the tub, and washed him up. As is our custom after he is clean, Seth plays in the tub for 30 minutes or so. During his playtime, I discovered that Seth had pooped in the water. I swiftly carried him to the other tub and re-washed him. While he was in there, I fished out the poop and filled the tub with bleach and water. In the end the tub was clean and so was Seth.
Nothing of major significance happened Wednesday. Thursday, the day David was travelling home, I decided to get Seth a haircut. Of all the haircuts Seth has had, this one was by far the most unpleasant experience. Seth screamed and cried and wiggled and squirmed and jerked the whole time. Miraculously the haircut turned out to be a good one in spite of Seth's tantrum. After the haircut we met David's family for lunch. Seth was pretty good except for knocking over a partition in the restroom. Just 6 more hours until Daddy comes home!!!! Hallelujah