Bad Parent Award

goes to me.



On Friday we lost Ross at the volleyball game. He just took off. We found him a couple of minutes later on the little basketball court but of course I was in panic mode the whole time. Sunday after church he took off again! He was trying to follow little Ellie home across the street! Someone told us that there were a couple cars stopped on the road so he could cross. (Heart attack!!!) He just thinks he is so big and can go wherever he wants. We have leashes, maybe it's time to take them EVERYWHERE. (Thanks Kim, for holding on to him for us so we could pick him up safely).

Later that day we were at Kimball's grandma's house. The fireplace was on and there is one part on the side where it vents and it is next to this metal strip and it gets really HOT. Tad crawled up to sit in front of it and put his hand right where it's hot and burned his hand. Badly. Poor little boy! He couldn't understand why it kept hurting for so long! It broke my heart. He is so smart and if I had just thought to explain to him to be careful around the fireplace...but we didn't know it got so hot in that one spot and for some reason I just thought he knew... Ugh.

He burned the top part of his palm and each of his fingers. We put it in ice cold water and then put burn cream on and wrapped it. The next morning I unwrapped it to dress it again and it looked AWFUL.

WARNING: These pictures aren't for the squeemish.

That isn't an orange segment on his hand, it's a huge blister. Poor kid couldn't even close his hand. The blister looked like it was going to pop on its own it was so big. I ran him down to the docs and they popped it to release some of the pressure. Then they wrapped him back up and asked us to come back the next day. He seemed to feel alot better and liked the blue tape they put on his hand.
The next day they had to cut off the skin because it the wound could get infected easily with so much skin on it.

We have a few pics of his hand because taking pictures of his hand helped to distract him from thinking about it.

So now we are dressing it at home. Trying to be optimistic. It could be worse and he is doing really well with it. We also have awesome neighbors. Our neighbor is a nurse so she has supplied us with gauze and saline. Wonderful. Hopefully it will heal soon!

Most of these events happened on Sunday--Kimball's birthday. Happy birthday, honey! (insert sarcasm here)

Side story: while I was on the phone with the doctors office trying to get Tad in as soon as possible Rogan comes running around the corner yelling: "Ross is making me walk the plank!" Then Ross comes walking slowly toward us with a very large bread knife and says "Arr, walk the plank!" Heaven help me. I thought that knife was WAAAYYY out of his reach.

Like I said. Bad Parent Award.