...and not a fun "first." The boys love to get up on two legs now and explore their surroundings. They will hold on to your leg, hand, the coffee table, chairs, walls, each other, and examine everything around them. Their curiosity is only natural, but sometimes it can become stressful for Katie and I because they begin exploring areas that are not suited for their 14-month old bodies.
Enter the fireplace.
Katie, in her ingenuity and foresight, created a "safety pad" to cover our fireplace hearth - which is made of bricks and a stone ledge. The padding provided the boys some safety from crawling, falling, and rolling into the hearth. That is, until they began to stand against it and pull it down.
Enter our scene: Last Saturday evening.
Joseph and Jameson, having come home from Mass, enjoy some playtime in the basement. Katie, in her infinite kindness, offers to get dinner for the two of us. Daddy notices that the boys have pulled themselves up on the hearth's pad. Being such a good Daddy, he says, "No." to which the boys stare at him - Joseph might have smiled. Fast forward a couple of minutes...
The boys are back at the hearth and Joseph has managed to pull the pad up a little bit. Daddy removes Joseph from the hearth, not realizing that the safety pad is no longer sitting securely on it. Jameson, who is now standing against the hearth, begins waddling down the side of it. Jameson then proceeds to put his hand on part of the pad - that does not have the hearth underneath it, providing it support. Safety pad slides out, stone edge exposed, baby falls down. Daddy just catches out of the corner of his eye Jameson turning in mid-fall landing on the carpet. Daddy: "Oh, crap."
Daddy runs over to a crying Jameson and notices red on his lip. Daddy is no dummy. Jameson has split his lip open. Daddy, with a bleeding baby in his arms, gets some towels to stop the bleeding, which amazingly calms down the once bleeding baby. Joseph, who has witnessed a bleeding brother and a frantic Daddy running up and down the stairs, is now very upset. This upsets Jameson, too. Daddy needs to call Mommy.
Daddy doesn't want to alarm Mommy, so he talks calmly into the phone. All Mommy hears are screaming babies. Daddy: "Oh, crud." Mommy gets home, and the McGraw family packs into the car and heads to the ER. Both babies act like perfect angels while we wait there for over TWO and a HALF hours (WELL past their bedtime)! Jameson is being his regular old self, which relieves a still shaken Daddy, who still has to help hold James down for the stitches. Isn't it great that through all of this trauma, Jameson will remember seeing Daddy's smiling, reassuring mug looking down at him the entire time!?
Scene: 10:00pm, McGraw household.
A weary Joseph is sound asleep in his crib. A fat-lipped, numbed, receiver of 4 new stitches Jameson sleeps soundly in his crib. A weary, numbed Mommy and Daddy look at each other...
Curtain closes.