Disaster Looming

We were busy revamping our kitchen which involved freshly cut glass that happened to be laying all over the kitchen floor and power tools spread over the back deck, with two busy kids and one walking baby something was bound to happen.

Here is the scene setup. Jeff was outside routing out our cabinets so they would be ready to install glass. I had just got back from the store with the fresh cut glass and had laid it out on the floor to make sure they had done it correctly. Immediately, all little people in the house were attracted to the shiny breakables. So I was scrambling. I ordered Cooper on baby watch so I could move the sheets of glass from the kitchen floor onto the table in the other room.

Here is how the next five minutes of events played out. I was carrying one of the sheets of glass into the other room and didn't notice Logan standing on the counter, putting something in the microwave (never figured out what she was cooking). I heard Cooper hollering at me that Denim was half way up the stairs (of course). I told Coop just to follow behind him and I busted a move to put the glass in my hands down when Logan at that moment (she also did not see me) decided to jump off the counter landing on top of me and the glass. By some miracle I had just enough bounce with me and the glass and Logan that the glass didn't break and she didn't get hurt. Ha, disaster averted. I wound up with minor cuts on my finger tips were I was holding the edge of the glass so I ran to the sink to rinse them off when the thought occurred to me that I hadn't heard a baby cry so the climb up the stairs must have been a success ( another disaster sidestepped, I am one lucky gal). I ran up the stairs to grab some band aids for my fingers and check on the boys when I started hearing Deej fussing. I hollered to him that I was coming and double stepped it to my bathroom first to clean up my messy fingers so I could pick up the baby that was calling for me. I b-lined for the linen closet to retrieve the necessary materials when a curious image flashed before my eyes. In my mind I saw my sweet boys playing in the tub. I shook my head, what an odd thought , turned around and there it was. My five year old and my baby stripped of their clothes and in the bathtub with water in it. WHAT THE...

It took me a minute to fully comprehend the image in front of me, yet just a snap second to experience the full spectrum of panic. My five year old who still tries to convince me every day that he can't possibly get himself dressed somehow drew himself a bath; stripped himself of his clothes; and somehow stripped the baby of his shirt, pants, socks, onsie, and diaper (a feat that usually takes Jeff and I and a rigorous wrestling match to accomplish) and did it all in less than five minutes.

I grabbed the baby out of the tub, checked the temperature of the water (just right), the level of the water (not too deep). No visible injuries on the baby who was sitting wet yet content in my arms. Did we really survive this near catastrophe. Cooper then told me in his proudest voice. "Mom, I even saved his life because when I put him in the water he went all the way under and I had to rescue him." Ahhh, there it is.