It was one of those days

Have you ever had one of those days where everything in the world seems to combine against you to bring you down? Oh man. Charlie Boy had one of those days on Sunday. It was really sad.

It all started in the primary room.

I've recently been called to the primary presidency and was in charge of sharing time this past Sunday. The kids were all in their classes giving me the perfect amount of time to set everything up. The only glitch: Brian was teaching Sunday School that self-same set-up hour, meaning that I was on Charlie-patrol. Normally, this is no problem, but trying to keep an eye on him while setting up sharing time for an entire primary is a different story.

First, he managed to pull a folding chair onto himself knocking him over and into a second folding chair before the first one fell on him. Note: I was standing right next to him when it happened. I still can't figure out how he managed that one -- I was RIGHT THERE.

So I pulled the rubble off of my poor, scared, confused little boy and after lots of cuddles, kisses, and hugs, he recovered and was safe...for another few minutes atleast.

The pulpit in our primary room is on a stand less than a foot high with 2 steps leading up to it. Charlie of course has always loved playing on these steps and its never been a problem because I am always there to help him down (he hasn't quite figured that part out yet). Well, as most moms will say, "I turned my back for 2 seconds" and just as I did, he bolted across the room, up the steps, and as I was running across the room to help him down, he nose dived down the two steps, cutting his little finger and biting his top lip. Can you even imagine the meltdown that ensued? Thank goodness there are so many pictures of Christ in the primary room (Charlie's favorite thing in the world), so we were able to calm and distract. The finger stopped bleeding as soon as water hit it. The fat lip, however, continues to be the saddest thing I've ever seen.

Thankfully, Brian showed up shortly thereafter to save his son from an apparently neglectful mother. The rest of church went well for the boys.

And then we got home.

Charlie's walking now (have I mentioned that? Its been about a week -- thanks to our dear Natter and her spacious apartment that gave him room to walk!) and as such, he bumping into everything. I can't even remember everything that he hurt that afternoon. However, he still has a bruise on his forehead from the dining room chair and the bump above his ear is finally gone from the corner of the computer desk.

Let me point out that he's been walking for a week and aside from Sunday, has had almost NO injuries.

It was almost like for 1 day, Sunday, Charlie was much too big for his own skin and couldn't figure out how to maneuver his awkwardly new big-ness around his completely baby-proofed playground of a house. It was really sad.

At dinner, we were sure he'd be safe as he was strapped into his high chair. We even cut his grilled cheese sandwich up extra small to avoid any potential "freak accidents." But nobody could have expected that he would try to swallow a bite of his sandwich without chewing it. Enter choking and panicked parents. Thanks to the girls camp's certified pinky swipe, we made it through the rest of dinner relatively unscathed. Ugh.

And to add insult to injury...we forgot the diaper bag at the church building. Not too big of a deal except that it contained the only remaining binky we own (and haven't lost). You must understand that while Charlie is weaned from the binky during waking hours, it is essential to his comfort when falling asleep. Well not on Sunday. So on the one day that he needed more comfort than any other day that I can remember, we had to start full-fledged binky weaning.

We finally got our bag back last night, but felt like we'd already made it so far, we might as well go all the way with the blasted weaning. So here I sit, listening to my son wail from his crib, trying to fall asleep for his nap, while I try to restrain myself from reuniting him with the blessed binky.

Oh Sunday.

What a day.