So, I had a crafty post in the works yesterday about Vivi's wall letters and the kids' rooms coming together .... but then things got a little yuck around here. So instead of that post, you're getting a little PSA about four year old boys and heights.
If you ask Anderson, he'll tell you his (sleeping) (~30 pound) sister came into his room during nap time, threw him into the sky, hurt his face, and ran back to her room to go to sleep. Huh. Well, then. And an hour later, on our way to urgent care, he changed his story. There's a monster, it lives in the trees, it bit his face. I WANT WHAT HE'S HAVING. Anyway, what I'm VERY sure actually happened is that a certain little boy was monkeying around on his top bunk instead of sleeping safe and sound on his bottom bunk where he belongs, and somehow nosedived off the top. And hit the ground with one of those thuds that moms just KNOW means trouble. I knew. I knew he'd fallen from the top bunk. I heard it, the screaming started, and I sprinted upstairs with my heart in my throat not even wanting to see whatever it was that happened to my kid. His arm was broke or his face was gashed or his head was cracked but thank GOD he was screaming. Screaming is good, sometimes. Like when it means your kid didn't break his damn neck.
Here's Bug, midway through the urgent care visit. Post-numbing gel, pre-shot-to-the-face-and-stitches. AKA, pre-when-he-freaked-the-eff-OUT. I won't show you the post-stitches one. It's sad, trust me. Poor Buggy.
So with that, since a few friends have asked: I'll go on record saying I do not recommend the bunks if you have a four year old boy. Or one under seven or eight, really. I was very sure Bug wouldn't use his top bunk. I wanted it for the convenience factor (in our old, 3 bedroom house, A & V would've shared a room soon) and of course for the adorability factor, and DAMN was it adorable. But it's apart for now. Though I'm pretty sure yesterday's scare would've put an end to any top bunk nap time hijinks, I feel a little more comfortable with the temptation removed for now.
More on those letters and rooms soon. For now, back to my Thanksgiving cookie baking. While listening to Christmas music and burning Christmas candles and digesting my 187th Peppermint Mocha of the season and finishing up my felt pennant Christmas tree garland. Sorry, turkey. I'M WEAK.