keeping us on our toes...

You are one quick little boy. You have gotten to be a very fast walker and an even faster crawler. You never stop. Just when I thought I figured out how to multi-task while keeping a good eye on you, I've been proved wrong.

Grandpa Hansen was here visiting this past week. Just before we took him to the airport to leave, we had family prayer. We started the prayer with you on your Daddy's lap. By the time we said "amen," you were OUT the front door. Daddy was following you trying to keep his arms folded and not make a ruckus trying to catch you.

You also caused us yet another scare. You found an extra strength Tylenol bottle and somehow OPENED the child-proof lid. You crawled out to us, happily chewing on a pill. We got it out just in time. I'm almost positive that there was only one left and that you didn't swallow any. Just to be safe, I called Poison Control and they said that unless you swallowed 4, you would be fine. *sigh* Your first birthday is in a month. I hope you make it to the party, kiddo! You REALLY keep us on our toes!

On a happy note, you woke up this morning and were the cuddliest you've ever been. (unless you are sick) Thanks for giving me loves. I love you SO much, Lucas. Always know that.

hugs and kisses,
"mommy"

poor guy

You are SO BUSY these days. I just don't know what to do with you! You keep us laughing at all the funny things you do. When we're not laughing, we're looking for you! You are into EVERYTHING. Grandma's house isn't the most baby-proof, so I have to always be on my toes!

You have had 2 recent injuries. One was completely MY FAULT and I feel AWFUL.

4th of July was not too long ago, and you slept right through it all. I wanted you to see the fireworks, but you were just too tired to stay awake. SO. I saved a sparkler for you to see and I wanted a picture with you and a sparkler. Grandpa was the only one home, so I asked him to help you with a sparkler while I got the picture taken. You were doing so well with it. The sparkler was almost done, so grandpa went to remove it from your grasp. Your "kung-foo grip" as Daddy likes to call it just wouldn't let go of that sparkler. So, instead of him taking the sparkler out of your hands, it slid right through your little tightly gripped fist. Just a side note: sparklers burn as hot as 3000 degrees!

WHAT WAS I THINKING?

As if I don't feel bad enough, everyone asks what your nasty burn is from and I have to re-live the story every time I tell it. Today at church, someone said, "Sparklers aren't for children. What kind of parent would give their child a sparkler?!" I shrunk. "me."
I am so sorry, little man. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I guess. You didn't even cry. I did! I pray that you don't get scarred by this and that it heals quickly. All though, it will likely NEVER heal, because you are a typical boy and you PICK your scab. YUCK.

Your second injury was a black eye that you got climbing out of a little chair. You normally do it on your own just fine, however this time you stumbled and hit your eye on a toy laying on the floor. That black eye has since healed.

I don't care what all the other parents think. As long as you know how much I love you and would never want to hurt you. Accidents happen and I'm sure we have many more ahead of us. I just hope that none are too severe and that you continue to be the tough little boy that you are! Mommy loves you so much! Here are some pictures of your burn. :(

hugs & kisses,
"mommy"