Curious Graham and the Irresponsible Mother

We had an interesting afternoon today. It started out innocently enough when I decided to clean up the books in Graham's room. While I was preoccupied, Graham poked his nightlight until he knocked the cover off, then hit it one more time and broke the filament so it wouldn't turn on. Annoyed, I unplugged the nightlight and put it out of reach, then walked over to put the last two books on the shelf. Suddenly I heard a POP! and the lights went out and Graham started crying. He had brought the keys to our shed upstairs with him and stuck one of them in the electrical outlet, tripping the breaker.

He only cried for about 10 seconds, but his hand had black smudges all over it and what looked like a small burn near his thumb. The key was partially blackened as well.





I called Will and the doctor, who said I should take him to the ER immediately for an evaluation. I'm sure it won't be our last visit, and I hope they all go as quickly as this one did. Everything was traumatic for Graham, though--getting his temperature taken, the doctor looking at his hand (which I'm convinced wasn't even hurting at this point), listening to his heartbeat, and the coup de grace, the id bracelet they affixed to his ankle. Then the doctor chided me for not having plastic covers in the outlets (which we have in EVERY SINGLE ONE) and told me to be mindful of his fair skin in the sun (um, thanks for that advice in November).

He seems to be fine now, as he spent a good part of the evening dancing in the living room.

One Day in the Life...

In the last 24 hours, Graham has been a busy little boy.

Last night, Will asked him what he wanted for a bedtime snack. He sauntered into the living room carrying a bag of croutons. I think he seriously wanted them.

At 8:30pm, he went to sleep with a stuffed elephant on his face.



Around 10 this morning, he chucked the decorative pumpkins off the porch, then pushed them around in his stroller.

At 11, he taught himself how to open doors by turning doorknobs (believe me, we did NOT teach him that).

At lunch, he found a piece of stale cornbread and fed it to Baby C, who thought it was hilarious.

Graham's new look

We've also settled on a name for Sprout: