Giving Us a Black Eye
After having the twins home for just a couple of weeks, I’ve already discovered that some times are better than others. Some times, the moons and naptimes align, everyone sleeps simultaneously, and I have chance to accomplish important work around the house, like blogging. Other times, everyone hits their active phases concurrently, and my powers of containment can only supervise one or two children at a time, leaving the extraneous children free to run wild and eventually develop a black eye.
Shortly after noon today, Ellie and I sat on our bed feeding the twins. The twins’ eating habits are turning fussier, requiring much prodding to keep eating. I held Ian, Ellie held Tory, and we both turned our full attention to keeping them eating. Abbie had just finished lunch, and was careening about the house burning off some energy before her nap. We gave her free run of the house without our visual supervision, but how much trouble could she get into? We closed all doors, gates, and cabinets leading to dangerous locales, and assumed she’d play contentedly with her toys maliciously with her books, the same as usual. Plus the dog was watching her.
50 cc’s into the twins’ bottles, we heard a thud from the kitchen. Then a crash. Then glass tinkling. Ellie handed Tory to me and investigated. From the bedroom, I heard Ellie exclaim exasperation.
“Is everything okay?” I asked. “No,” she replied. Horrible visions danced through my head of Abbie seriously hurting herself on broken glass, and it would all be because of my negligence. Ellie then walked by the bedroom carrying an apparently unharmed Abbie. I clarified my question.
“Is Abbie okay?”
“Yes.”
Abbie had climbed on the kitchen table, finding one of mommy’s pretty glass candleholders up there. After trying to determine how best to play with it, apparently ruling out eating and juggling, she threw it on the floor. Upon impact it shattered in a display that, although naughty, was probably pretty cool.
After cleaning the mess, we resumed feeding the twins, but this time we were smart enough to keep Abbie in our room with us where the carpet would at least give glass objects a chance survive an Abbie toss. Confident there was nothing she could break we again focused entirely on the twins. Then Abbie rolled off the bed smacking her eye on a nightstand on the way down.
She has a nasty mark by her eye right now that may swell to a full-blown black eye by morning, but otherwise she’s fine. Half an hour after the incident, she was careening around the house burning off energy before her nap. The moons aligned shortly thereafter as we set the twins down for their nap, and then set Abbie down for hers. I used my free time to accomplish the most important work of all: Thinking of ways to keep Abbie safe while we feed the twins. My best idea was to feed them in a more central location than our bedroom. Also, we want to keep glass candleholders off the kitchen table.
Shortly after noon today, Ellie and I sat on our bed feeding the twins. The twins’ eating habits are turning fussier, requiring much prodding to keep eating. I held Ian, Ellie held Tory, and we both turned our full attention to keeping them eating. Abbie had just finished lunch, and was careening about the house burning off some energy before her nap. We gave her free run of the house without our visual supervision, but how much trouble could she get into? We closed all doors, gates, and cabinets leading to dangerous locales, and assumed she’d play contentedly with her toys maliciously with her books, the same as usual. Plus the dog was watching her.
50 cc’s into the twins’ bottles, we heard a thud from the kitchen. Then a crash. Then glass tinkling. Ellie handed Tory to me and investigated. From the bedroom, I heard Ellie exclaim exasperation.
“Is everything okay?” I asked. “No,” she replied. Horrible visions danced through my head of Abbie seriously hurting herself on broken glass, and it would all be because of my negligence. Ellie then walked by the bedroom carrying an apparently unharmed Abbie. I clarified my question.
“Is Abbie okay?”
“Yes.”
Abbie had climbed on the kitchen table, finding one of mommy’s pretty glass candleholders up there. After trying to determine how best to play with it, apparently ruling out eating and juggling, she threw it on the floor. Upon impact it shattered in a display that, although naughty, was probably pretty cool.
After cleaning the mess, we resumed feeding the twins, but this time we were smart enough to keep Abbie in our room with us where the carpet would at least give glass objects a chance survive an Abbie toss. Confident there was nothing she could break we again focused entirely on the twins. Then Abbie rolled off the bed smacking her eye on a nightstand on the way down.
She has a nasty mark by her eye right now that may swell to a full-blown black eye by morning, but otherwise she’s fine. Half an hour after the incident, she was careening around the house burning off energy before her nap. The moons aligned shortly thereafter as we set the twins down for their nap, and then set Abbie down for hers. I used my free time to accomplish the most important work of all: Thinking of ways to keep Abbie safe while we feed the twins. My best idea was to feed them in a more central location than our bedroom. Also, we want to keep glass candleholders off the kitchen table.
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