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:

A Caterpillar's Demise

Graham loves The Very Hungry Caterpillar book. Will was reading it to him the other night and this is what I heard:

"On Tuesday he ate through 2 pears, but he was still hungry.
On Wednesday he ate through 3 plums, but he was still hungry.
On Thursday he ate through 4 strawberries, and then we squashed him because NOBODY messes with our strawberries. The end."

Long morning.

Graham is normally an extremely devoted sleeper, and 7:00am is considered an early morning for him. Today at 5:45, we could hear him up and running around his room. I opened the door to check on him and found him reading a car book by the light of his nightlight. When I put him back in bed, he cried for awhile, but eventually we heard him running around again. By the time we got up, we heard nothing, and when I tried to open the door, I could tell that something was in front of it. Will opened it enough to take a picture and this is what we saw:



Asleep on the floor, complete with two pacifiers, two blankets, and a stuffed animal.

Here he is helping Will dig a hole for Baby C's tree:





And here's an adorable little outfit we received as a gift for Sprout:



Thanks, Brian & Cheryl!

Nesting anyone?

We are in a sort of nesting mode here, although it's more of a mad dash to get things moved around before Sprout arrives (30 weeks and counting!). We're getting ready to move the boys into a room together and get the nursery ready for a girl. Still not sure how Graham will do with a roommate. I fully expect to find them both swinging from the curtain rod someday.

Graham had his 18 month appointment last week and he is still on track to be tall and skinny with a rather large head. He is saying more words, and it's amazing how much easier it makes things. For instance, "uh-oh" has become an infamous phrase around here, and it usually means that Will has once again left a glass of water on the table and Graham has dumped it out all over his Bible. Or that Graham pulled all the videos off the TV. Or that he dropped a calculator in the toilet. Twice. "Uh-oh" usually means trouble, but at least we know that something happened.

Will gave him a bath last night, and I think he did this to prove how desperately Graham needs a haircut:



It's too bad we can't post pictures of Baby C because he is so cute! And entertaining... We are still waiting to hear what's going to happen with his situation.

Thanks for all of your prayers for the baby! If we make it another few weeks, I'll be able to see my regular doctor again instead of going to a specialist, which would make life much easier. Here's the latest 3D picture of Sprout, who happened to be sucking her thumb:

Rolling and Watermelons.

Last night, we bought a watermelon at the grocery store. Graham wanted to play with it so badly as soon as it was in the cart (I think he thought it was a ball). We took it home and put it on the kitchen floor, thinking he would push it around. He touched it, it rolled back toward him, and he ran away. I rolled it toward him and he took off again. Our son is afraid of watermelons.

Speaking of rolling, Baby C has chosen that as his preferred method of travel lately. Tonight he rolled across the floor three times in pursuit of... well, nothing. He seems to enjoy it though.

We've made it to 28 weeks with Sprout! Only 12 more to go!