scissors and toilets

After a phone call from my sister and a brief look at my calendar it was decided we would make a last minute visit to Henderson. On Sunday we decided to go feed the ducks at the State Hospital and then follow that up with some frisbee golf down at the Riverwalk. While at the Riverwalk it began to rain but we weren't quite done playing so we didn't let a little water stop us, but once we (me) got cold it was time to go home and change out of our wet clothes. Jack thought it would be a good idea to cut paper, and I agreed that it would give the kids something to do while I got changed, so I handed out the scissors (safety scissors for Luke) and paper then headed back to dry off. It was just moments later when I heard Pete say, 'Hey Beck, maybe next time Luke should use safety scissors and I could use some ice.' Totally calm unlike me who would have been like, 'OH MY GOODNESS THERE IS BLOOD EVERYWHERE AND IT WON'T STOP! WHY WON'T IT STOP AND WHY ARE YOU PLAYING WITH SCISSORS YOU KNOW BETTER!!?? ARGH!!! ' (even though I had given him the scissors).  Pete used ice and pressure but the bleeding wouldn't stop so we loaded up the boys and headed to the ER. Only Pete and Luke were allowed in the back so I hung out with Jack and Thomas in the ER until my sister picked them up and then I was able to go in the back with Luke and Pete. We kept constant pressure on it and realized that the Henderson ER is nasty, extremely slow, and not very good at what they do. After 4 or more hours, a dirty room, and a nursing staff who just ripped the gauze off Luke's finger to look at it but then just left without saying anything to us or re-wrapping his finger we finally got our little guy taken care of and he ended up with about 5 stitches in the tip of his right index finger. He was very good the whole time and earned the prize of ice cream for dinner.

Thomas celebrated his first birthday! Luke apparently thought it was his birthday because he has claimed Thomas's presents as his own. We had some cake in Henderson and then once back home I made spaghetti and cupcakes, but Thomas wasn't in a great mood on his birthday and ended up sleeping through dinner and wasn't overly interested in anything that was going on- he only wanted to cry. Now our baby is no longer a baby but a toddler-if only he would start toddling. :)

This brings us to today. Luke and Thomas went upstairs to play and while I heard laughing I also heard splashing-hmm. I have raised Jack so I know about mischief and this was definitely some no good merry making. Part of me thought I should just hang out downstairs because I didn't really want to deal with it- I was just drinking my coffee so I didn't have a ton of energy yet. After trying the yelling stop from downstairs move, which I knew to be futile, I got up to check it out. Luke had made a run for it but Thomas isn't wise enough to know how to scatter when mom is walking up the steps so he was still hanging out by the toilet. I always scan the environment first and I noticed a few things: floor was covered in water, toilet was covered in water, water in toilet was kind of murky, and Thomas was wet and I do mean head to toe sopping wet. At first I wanted to flush the toilet to get rid of that murky water but then I realized something had to make the water look like that and flushing it before investigating would not be a wise mommy move. I ask Luke why the bathroom was wet and what happened to the toilet and he yells from Thomas's room, 'Sarge.' I ask, 'Where is Sarge?' After getting nowhere with this I ask him to put Sarge in my hand. He finally emerges from Thomas's room, also wet but not as wet as Thomas, and points to the toilet. I ask, 'Is Sarge in the toilet?' Luke answers, 'Yes. Sarge truck.'  Now I take a deep breath, stick my hand in the toilet and begin to fish for Sarge. Luckily, he was only a little stuck and I was able to retrieve him fairly easily. Luke was very happy to have Sarge back and when I begin to ask about how Thomas got so wet I realized this 2-year-old was not going to give me any more information. So now I am left to wonder how the boys got so wet when the toilet was still full of water when I arrived on the scene. Sneaky boys.

Now some pictures of the boys.