Bad Mother Moment

Well, it looks like Friday has become the latest blogging day, although, really I'm just trying to post at least once a week, or when something interesting happens...so...for the last 7 weeks, the kids will go down in the basement and watch a show while I'm taking a shower. It's pretty cold down there, so I had a space heater that would buzz if it got knocked over, so I didn't worry much. Everything else is very safe and baby-proof down there so I thought all was well. Until just a few days ago, the boys were getting a little braver and would touch the heater and I thought to myself, hmmm, it's probably not a good idea to have that down here unsupervised anymore, but the moment passed. So, on Wednesday, I'm up on the computer ( I wish I were doing something more noble, say, cleaning or cooking, or well, anything but basically wasting time) and I hear Logan say something about the heater. I don't worry about it, but I listen for the buzz if it gets knocked over. No buzz...everything's fine...not. I few seconds later Damon is crying and Logan is coming up the stairs saying, "What's that on heater mom?" I rush down to find flames lapping at the concrete floor (at this point I'm SOOOO grateful our basement isn't finished or this could have been so much worse). I tell the kids to get away and go upstairs and blow out the fire, in the process spreading ash everywhere. It wasn't really too major. The smoke alarms did go off and I had to open the basement windows for the rest of the day. The alarms terrified the kids most of all. Damon had dropped a set of play keys (well, real, but useless) in the heater, the plastic keychain, along with a hair thing and other flammable objects started the fire. Most of the keys were charred black. I have no idea how long it was sitting in there. My guess is that when Damon started crying it was because he dropped them and then tried to get them out and possibly burned himself a little (no evidence of that thankfully). So, the heater is ruined, but the kids are safe, lesson learned, NOTHING is safe in our house with Damon around. :)

"Damon did you put the keys in there?" "Uhhh, maybe?"

"I mean, who, me?"

On a happier note though Logan has a new kitchen fetish. He loves to push the chairs against the counter and find any utensil, bowl, whatever and say he has to cook. (Of course, now I have to find a new spot for all the steak knives). The latest was the bowl hats.

Logan thought it was the best hat in the world and would get so upset if it fell off. He would say, "no bowl hat, don't fall" My kids are great and teach me many wonderful things each day. Maybe by the time the third one comes around I might just have a few things figured out....but then again, I might not. Until next time....