Hatchling tried to kill himself yesterday. He was in the garage helping Daddy, throwing tumbleweeds out into the yard (I don't know what they are really called, but they look like miniature tumbleweeds and they always blow in our garage)
. On about the tenth trip, he was gone for 4 seconds. Daddy noticed. At five seconds, Daddy went looking. He had gotten out of sight and seen the neighbor's garage door going up, so he ran over to ask where they were going. THANKFULLY, the neighbor saw him and stopped. She was so shaken up she got out to make sure everything was OK. Poor Hatchling was oblivious to his close call, but I think we got it through to him that he can't run off without asking Mommy or Daddy first. Impulse control is hard to teach, no? Ugh, I'm sick to my stomach every time I think of what I could be doing today. I'm very thankful to God for protecting my baby. Now if He could just give him some sense, we would be doing OK.
My sister is moving to Colorado in a month, and I think it is a stupid state with stupid mountains and stupid snow. As you may have guessed, I'm taking the news well. I actually watched an episode of House Hunters last night that was about Denver. I thought, well maybe this is going to be wonderful and it's God's way of making me like Denver and be excited for my sis.
But no, all of the houses sucked, they were expensive, and the people were stupid. And the realtor's name was Pie. No kidding. Not confidence inspiring in the least, is it? Stupid, stupid, stupid. There, I feel better now that that's out.
We took the boys hiking for the first time last Saturday. We just went to a local trail, but of course the kids didn't care and we had a great time. We had been worried about taking Hatchling to the Buffalo River because of the bluffs (H2 is in a carrier still), so L stopped and got him a climbing harness that goes around his chest, which we then attached to one of those retractable dog leashes. I know, terrible parents, putting our kid on a dog leash. BUT, it holds up to a hundred lbs, and just using it in the woods, Daddy was able to protect Hatchling from a few falls that would have at least ended in broken skin and bruised knees. So rant and rave against me all you want, I don't care! Oh, and Hatchling loves the thing so much that he calls it his "safe", I guess because I told him it was to keep him safe, and he wears it around the house all the time!
H2 in the car on the way
At the playground at the trailhead
Both of the boys had their well checks yesterday, 18 months and 4 years. H2 is finally on the chart for height and weight, although he is only in the 5th percentile or so. Still, he's meeting all his milestones, so that is all we care about. He is healthy and happy (as long as you don't make him mad...). Hatchling is in the 75th percentile for height, and the 90something for weight. We all remember when he was off the chart for weight, so we're not worried (and he's pretty thin- I think he's just solid like his Daddy). Hatchling had to get shots, which he have decided to break up into twos based on all the autism stuff. I believe Dr Sears has a book detailing the hows and whys, if anyone is interested. We just figured, why not?
While Hatchling was at PlaySchool today, I gated H2 in his room so I could get some work done. When I went to fetch him, this is what I found:
Couldn't you just eat him?