Poop, Stitches, and a Lizard

Those three things pretty much sum up my day yesterday. The day began just as any other day: baths for the kids, unloading the dishwasher, throwing in some laundry. Really, quite unremarkable. The adventure began when I decided to run some errands before our lunchtime play date.

First stop: office store. As we pull into the parking lot, I smell poop. Pretty normal occurrence around here. The only thing is, I used all the wipes on the previous day's blowout, and forgot to replace the package. I had to scrounge around and ended up cleaning poor Charlotte with a combination of bottled water and an old burp cloth. Not pretty. But totally my fault for being forgetful.

Second stop: Old Navy. Needed to buy the kids some shorts for the warmer weather. Hudson ran over to play on the video game thing right by the baby section. I'll spare you the long version, but one of the other kids pushed Hudson, he stumbled backward and hit the back of his head on a metal table. As soon as I saw him go down, I knew this was it. The moment I've been dreading since he was born. Sure enough, we were both a bloody mess in a few seconds' time. Anyway, I was able to get a hold of B at work, and he said I could just bring him to his hospital. So we flew down the freeway in Oakland so Daddy and friends could put my little boy back together. Hudson was super brave during the whole ordeal and was rewarded with a full afternoon of ice cream, video games and movies.

Next: Home. After all the action, it was time to come home to rest. B had called to check on Hudson; as I was on the phone with him I saw it. A lizard. On my dining room curtains. The thing must have scampered right in through the front door. Ugh. Just to point out: I can handle spiders. It's my unofficial job here at home. I DON'T DO LIZARDS. They move too fast. And they have those scratchy little toenails. Unfortunately, B was working late so I had to deal with it. I quickly devised a plan to sneak up on it from behind with a jar. I stealthily scooped him into the jar and slammed a lid down on it, and promptly delivered him back outside.

In closing: weirdest day ever. A special thanks to B and Dr. H for taking good care of my boy. Thanks to my friend Jen for knocking some sense into me and reminding me to stay calm; and for bringing ice cream when it was all over. And to the mom of the kid who pushed Hudson: Please, please, please don't feel bad. The situation could have easily been reversed; and I saw how upset you were. I can't even imagine how you must have felt yesterday. Please don't worry. We're all fine. Actually, Hudson's pretty proud of it today.

One more thing: as we're on the way to the hospital, Hudson goes, "Mom, there's a spider on Charlotte's car seat." And there was. So not only am I a little flustered as I'm chauffeuring my bloody child to the hospital, but I'm also madly swatting at a spider so it doesn't eat my baby. Pretty sure that's distracted driving at its best.

That's all. Have a good weekend.