We have very independent children.
And most of the time, I'm very happy about it.
Until it scares the crap out of me.
Christmas Day was a great, layed back day, spent playing with new toys and games. At one point in the evening, I realized I had not seen or heard Isabelle in a while. Don't make a hasty judgement... the four of them had been all over this house, upstairs reading books, playing babies/tractors, in the living room watching t.v., eating in the kitchen, playing in the basement with the wii. I thought maybe she had gotten tired and layed down somewhere and fell asleep.
I was right.
Except for instead of being in a random corner fully clothed, she had decided to bathe before bed.
I snapped a quick photo before I got her out of the tub, dried off, and into her jammies, but after I checked for breath sounds and a pulse. It took about a half hour of snuggle time in her bed for my heart rhythm and blood pressure to return to normal.
Never mind the tattoos.
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to be honest, I wish you hadn't shared that one...I probably won't be brave enough to have kids now....it's all your fault
OK. That made ME cry. Someday...you pull this post out and show her what she put her mother through!!
Got to admit, the tattoos had to make you laugh (a few days later....)
Oh my gosh!! That is a scary picture! I can only imagine your initial shock!! Perhaps she shouldn't bathe by herself....just sayin'...LOL Nice tatoos by the way! I love your blog...I look forward to reading it daily! You crack me up!!
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