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Friday, February 6, 2009

Heart Attack

My heart is still reeling after the scare we had this morning. Let me set the scene for you. We (all 3 of us) were in the kitchen this morning, as I was getting my things together to leave for work. Colin was doing his own thing which we've grown to accept pretty much no matter what it might entail, since that means we actually have a free moment to think and/or move. Colin is still in exploration mode and he seems to be growing almost daily, producing a win-win combination for him, since that allows him to explore areas he's never seen or felt before.

One of his favorite things to do in the kitchen is open drawers (and cabinets) and pull out the contents until he finds something that intrigues him. That brings us to my oh-my-gosh-what-do-I-do moment. I had turned by back to put on my coat, Wes was getting his breakfast ready, as I turn around, I see Colin holding....gasp, THE knife. Not just any knife, he had the knife I had previously cut my finger with and had to have stitches knife! And where was he holding it? Not by the handle, but by the blade! Horror of horrors. Somehow I was coherent enough to realize any sudden cry or movement might make him tighten his grip. As calmly as I could, I lunged at him and snatched it away. Now please don't think I'm a totally irresponsible parent and think I leave knives like this in arms reach of my child. No, this knife had a plastic sleeve on it (which he had taken off), it was tucked away up next to the side of the drawer that he had been in multiple times and never so much as touched that area before. Thank goodness for my brilliant husband who told me "we needed to put that thing up" or I don't know what I would have done next! Sorry honey, I know you were just trying to help but what I really needed was someone to pick my heart up off the floor!

I made Wes check Colin's hand for cuts and blood, as I wasn't sure my poor ticker could stand the sight of either at this point. Somehow, we all escaped the event unscathed and Colin was none the wiser as to what had just transpired.

Remind me again why that knife was a good present?

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